Tongue Tied [larry mpreg] ✓

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Louis sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose; Harry has completely shut him out and refuses to talk to him, and the older boy doesn't know what to do to help him. 

Feeling helpless sucks.

Louis goes back to stirring the pot on the stove, and adds some salt to the small mixture he was in the middle of whipping up. His mother had the kids for over a week now, and Louis knew he had to take them back soon, but he didn't know if it would make Harry worse or better. He heard movement from the bedroom, but did nothing to acknowledge it; he stayed by his pot, gripping the wooden spoon tightly. He felt arms wrap around his waist, and a head gently placed on his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry.." Harry whispered groggily into his ear. 

Louis had to clear his throat, he hadn't really been speaking lately.. "For what?" 

"For shutting you out.. It hasn't been fair to you. You don't deserve this Louis." 

Louis felt his blood turn cold in his veins, and everything felt heavy. He's heard this line too many times before from too many other guys. Louis felt a lump form in his throat and the tears line his eyes. 

"What are you trying to say Harry?" Louis asks, attempting to keep his voice level. 

"I'm leaving for a little bit.."

Those six words where a stab to Louis' heart. 

"I'm sorry.. but this isn't fair to you. Take your kids back, and just tell them I'm away with work. I can't do this to you anymore." 

Louis doesn't say anything and only stares into his pot of macaroni. 

"If that's what you think is the correct thing to do, then go ahead. I'm not going to keep you here if you're not happy," Louis finally mumbles after a few stressed moments. 

"Louis-" 

"Harry, just go. I've heard this story from you many times already. If it's not right for you, go ahead and leave. I'm not forcing you to stay here. That isn't me, and you should know that." 

The younger boy sighs, and drops his arms from around Louis' waist. 

"I'll go pack then.. I'll be out of here by tonight." 

"Alright." 

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Harry had packed his car and stood with Louis' in the front yard, who had completely shut his emotions off. 

"I'll be back soon.. I promise," Harry whispers. 

"Please be safe," Louis murmurs. 

The two share one last hug, and a soft kiss before Harry slowly pulls away and gets into his car and drives away. Louis watches his car drive away from him, feeling just as he did the first time it happened. He forces himself to walk inside, lock the door before he starts sobbing uncontrollably. He takes the closet thing he can find, and throws it across the room, watching it smash into the wall and shatter all over the floor; just like what his heart is doing inside his chest. 

"Fuck why did I actually think he was going to stay this time. Fuck, fuck, fuck," He screams. 

The tears won't stop rolling down his cheeks as he sits in his sadness, wanting the night to be over, and wanting Harry to walk back through the door and hold him. He wishes this was just an episode of punk'd and Harry would just come back to him. 

"Fuck, why am I never enough for him. He always walks out. Always."

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A/N: sorry for it being so short and such a gap in the updates. 

Thank you to everyone who has stuck with it, and to the 5k votes!? Thank you guys so so much <3