Forget Me Not (Zayn/Harry; Mpreg AU)

27 - Everything is blue

"A month and a half, huh?" Harry murmurs softly to himself, this little wondering smile on his face as he gazes adoringly at the very first photo of the tiny life that is growing inside of him. Although merely a blob in varying hues of grey and white, Harry would like to think that his little love is looking pretty good, already so pleasing to the eyes, and that thought brings a laugh to the expectant single parent, this loud burst of a joyful sound; Harry's first one ever since Zayn's accident.

With his head in the clouds and his green eyes focused on the photo in his hands, Harry is not able to see the person that is currently exiting their apartment building. Unfortunately, said human is also not aware of his surroundings, his eyes downcast, tracking every word that he is typing furiously into his phone with a big, accomplished smirk on his face. Unfortunately, in an inevitable circumstance, Harry and the mysterious guy meet in a clash. There's a huff of a surprised breath, smirk falling, and then a grunt of pain following their collision.

For support, Harry finds himself leaning against the brick wall while the other bloke has fallen flat on his arse right on the pavement. Sadly, his expensive mobile phone has flown through the air because of the collision and has fallen screen-first into the ground, cracked.

"You little shit! Watch where you're going," the guy yells, glaring at Harry. A flicker of recognition passes through his eyes mere seconds after and, suddenly, he looks angrier. He stands up and dusts the seat of his expensive-looking, immaculately pressed dress pants before picking his phone up and sighing loudly at the state that it has come to. For a moment there, he seems to forget about Harry. "Bloody hell. This is the third fucking time this month that this has happened. High quality, my arse. What a piece of shit."

"I'm so sorry, Sir," Harry apologizes, his eyes big with worry. He takes one quick look at the stranger's phone and winces. It sure looks pricey, he laments mentally. Hopefully, he prays that the bloke will not make him pay for any damages. "It's all my fault. I wasn't paying any attention-"

The lad nods with a scoff. He then rolls his eyes, pocketing his wreck of a communication device. "You got that right."

Harry grimaces at those words and the harsh tone that the lad has used. He ducks his head down in embarrassment, his gaze falling to the ground, where his ultrasound pictures lay scattered. He mentally lets out a breath and prepares to snatch the pieces when somebody else beats him to it.

The young man with the cold eyes bends down and picks up one of the copies of the sonogram. Harry watches as his eyes scan the two-toned image, his eyebrows furrowed. Afterwards, he frowns deeply. "You're Harry Styles, yeah?"

Now, it's Harry's turn to look on in total confusion because there is no way that he knows this guy. So, why does he recognize him in return? Harry is the type of person to remember faces more than names and he definitely doesn't recall this lad's prominent facial features. "Erm, do I know you?"

"You don't, but I'm Louis Tomlinson, if you must know," the lad says with a self-satisfied smirk. "I'm Zayn Malik's best mate."

At the simple mention of Zayn's name, Louis notices that Harry's face falls, his body recoiling subtly. He reads this reaction as guilt. He reckons that this bloke is guilty for the crime of using Zayn for his own gain and it makes Louis disgusted. "Surely, you know him?"

"Yes," Harry whispers in response, shoulders slouched further.

"I heard you tricked him into being with you," Louis continues, matter-of-factly. He crosses his arms over his chest and suddenly remembers the tiny sonogram that is still lodged in between his fingers. He uncrosses his arms, waves the photo in the air and glares at Harry. "What's the meaning of this, by the way? It says baby Styles in here and the child is almost two months along. Did you really just use Zayn for your twisted pleasures?"