Tongue Tied [larry mpreg] ✓

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Louis pulls Harry into the next room,  "Can we please go? I'm uncomfortable.." 

Harry sighs sadly, "Yeah.. Pack the kids up.. I'll go say good-bye to everyone." 

"I'm sorry.." 

"It's not your fault. Honest." 

Harry walks out, and cards a hand through his hair. He was so done with his parents- no, his mother. He walks into the back room, where his mother was sitting, looking out the window. 

"Mom, I'm taking the kids and Lou and I are leaving," He says, voice strong and stern, "Because you made him uncomfortable Mum." 

Anne didn't turn to him, but sighed. "Whatever Harry." 

"Whatever mom?! Are you actually serious?" Harry retaliated. 

"Harry, dear, I frankly don't care." 

"Why?" 

"Because, I don't. I didn't like when you where dating Louis; Honey, you're not gay. You're just in love with the attention that Louis gives you," Anne replies, shrugging her shoulders.

Harry was flabbergasted. He was silent, and turned on his heels and left. He picked up Darcy, and a diaper bag and quickly walked out of his old house. Louis followed behind, keeping his head down; hearing everything Anne said to Harry. The taller man packed his family into the car, keeping himself together, and drove his family home. 

~

Harry paced around Louis' bedroom when they got home, wringing his hands. Louis had laid the kids down for a nap, and Harry was very upset with his mother. 

He just couldn't believe it. 

The one person that was supposed to support him through everything, had turned her back on him. 

He was hurt. 

His best friend since he was little, had turned her back on him. 

The distraught lad fell onto the bed, sighing loudly. The boy with pale blue eyes walked into the bedroom, and a frown fell on his face. 

"Babe.. What's wrong?"  

The one with dark green eyes shook his head, and blinked rapidly, trying not to let the tears fall. The shorter one walked over, and brought the taller one into his chest, rubbing his back gently.

"Shhh.. It's okay to cry darling.. It's okay.. I have you.. Shhh.." 

It was like a dam had broken in his tear ducts; they just wouldn't stop coming. 

They sat like that for a few hours, the crying slowly getting quiet, which turned into a soft snore. 

~

Harry woke up to a cold side of the bed, and hearing a tiny voice in the kitchen. He knew it was only Louis' voice, so he came to the conclusion that he was talking to his mum on the phone. The young lad sighed, before pushing himself into a sitting position and swinging his feet over the side of the bed. He pushed up and walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of underwear before walking to the master bathroom. He turned the shower on, and looked at himself in the mirror. He had fallen asleep in his khakis and pale pink button down shirt. 

He sighed, and slowly started undoing the buttons on his shirt, before he gently let it slip off his shoulders and to the cold bathroom tiled floor. He stared at his chest in the mirror; the multiple amount of black ink all over his abdomen, each one a different detail that told his story. He unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them to the floor, along with his underwear. He quickly then stepped into the hot shower, and sighed with content. 

He felt numb and lost. His mother had hurt him; the young lad didn't know if he could forgive her. He didn't even care that she had offended.. and told him he was only after Louis for the attention. That's what really stung. 

She didn't care that she had two beautiful grandkids; just the fact that she didn't like him being "gay" and the fact that she believed he wasn't. He bent over and picked up the shampoo bottle, squirting some into his hand and applying it to his hair. He sighed loudly, not sure what to do anymore. He quickly washed out his hair, and applied condition next. He then took the body soap and washed his body clean, before rinsing himself again, and turned off the water. 

He stepped out of the shower, and grabbed for a towel. He dried his hair, then his body before slipping on his black boxer shorts. He walked into the bedroom to see Louis laying on the bed, biting his thumb nail gently. Harry laid down next to him. 

"Hey.. how are you?" Louis asked gently. 

"I'm.. okay. It's going to take a while to get over this." Harry murmured. 

Louis nods, and Harry snuggles back into him. 

"My mom said she'll take the kids for a few days.. So you can focus on you, and I can be here if you need me." 

Harry nods, and kisses Louis' side gently. 

"Thank you," 

"Of course.. Go back to sleep darling, I'll make some soup in a little bit." 

Harry sighs, and closes his eyes, slowly slipping back into sleep.