You Found Me (COMPLETED)

Chapter 27

Louis POV

It's been a week since I got home and it's almost back to normal. I still get flashbacks of the accident but I don't tell Harry. He doesn't need extra stress, as for my injuries, there's still minor pain but nothing I can't handle.

I hear my phone ringing while watching TV I'm out bedroom waiting on Harry to finish up in the shower. I see its Principal Owens calling.
"Hello."
"Louis how are you?"
"I'm good thank you. How are you?"
"Very well I know this isn't the right time but while you were away we had to make budget cuts and transfer teachers. You are sadly one that has to transfer but no worries we got you a job at Doncaster Highschool as the new music teacher."
I froze. Doncaster High. That's Harry's school. I will be his teacher...again. No. I can't. We can't hide our love again.
"Mr. Tomlinson?"
"S-sorry. Um thank you." I said quickly before hanging up. I held my face in my hands and groaned. I can't deal with this. Not again. "Babe?" I looked up to see Harry standing in the door way with a towel wrapped around his waist and his cute baby belly showing. "What's wrong?" He asked. "We can talk about it later." I sighed. He frowned. "But-" "Harry we can talk later! Just drop it!" I snapped getting up and walking out of our room. God I need some air! I grabbed my jacket and walked out side, not exactly sure where I was going to go.

Harry's POV

"Harry we can talk later! Just drop it!" Louis yelled before getting up and walking out. Seconds later I heard the front door slam. I felt tears slide down my cheeks. Why do I always screw up. I should've just kept my mouth shut. I fuck up, no matter what I do. I always ruin things just when they start getting better. I should've known to shut up. What if he doesn't come back? What if he kicks me out? What if he hates me? I start panicking and feel my breathing becoming heavier as tears rapidly spill from my eyes. Why am such a screw up? I try to stumble to the bed but before I can reach it I feel light headed and fall. The last thing I remember is the pain in my stomach.

Louis POV

God why did I do that? I know how sensitive he is right now. He probably thinks I hate him. Damn it! Why can't I do anything right? I always fuck up and make Harry think like its his fault. I should've just told him the truth but instead I walk out. I quickly make my way back to the house hoping Harry is okay.

Our house finally comes into view and I run to the door. "Harry?" I yell out. I don't get an answer. I walk further into the house searching the kitchen and living room. "Haz?" I yell again. I sigh and walk upstairs and in our room. I don't see him in the bed so I check the bathroom. I turn around and freeze. Harry's laying on the floor like he fell. I rush to his side. "Harry? Has baby wake up!" I shake him. "Shit shit shit" I mutter. I check his pulse and its there. He passed out. I run and get some cold water. "Sorry babe..." I say before dumping some on his chest. His eyes shoot open and he pushes me away, crying. "Babe. Breathe its me. Your okay." I whisper carefully going back over to him. He starts sobbing harder, somethings seriously wrong. "Harry what happened? What's wrong?" I ask pulling him into my chest but he cries out in pain and clutches his stomach. Shit. "Harry I'm going to carry you to the car. It's going to hurt but I need to get you to the hospital." I carefully lift him and he cries in pain and rush him to the car laying him in the backseat.

"Can someone help my boyfriend please!" I yell rushing into the hospital with Harry in my arms. A doctor runs over with a bed and I gently lie him on it before following the doctor to a room. "What happened?" The doctor asks. "I-I fell. Please t-tell me m-my babies okay!" Harry cries out. I grab his hand and hold it tight. The doctor grabs and ultrasound machine and starts rubbing over Harry's stomach. "I-is she okay?" I ask panicking. He doesn't answer and keeps looking. What have I done? I should've been there instead of freaking out over him asking a question. "She's okay, but in a bad position. I'm going to try and move her by pushing on your stomach but it may hurt." He explains. Harry nods and the doctor starts pushing. Harry squeezes my hand tightly and whimpers in pain. "It's okay baby. Shhh relax. I love you so much!" I whisper kissing his head over and over again. Finally the doctor stops and looks at the ultrasound again. "She's in a better position but you need to avoid stress and be extra careful. This was a close call. She will probably be moving around a lot in the next few days trying to get back to her comfortable position but right now she's in a safe position." We thank the doctor and clean Harry up.

They said he was okay to go home after a few hours of resting. I helped him into the car before driving home. It was quiet and I knew why. The tension was obvious. We pull up to the house and I help him out and into our room so he can rest. "Babe I'm sorry I over reacted. I'm so fucking sorry. I should've been here. None of this is your fault! I love you so much and don't ever think differently!" I say lying down next to him. He doesn't say anything which scares me. After a while I assume he wants space so I get up. "Don't leave!" He says frantically. I immediately go back and lie down pulling him close. "I love you too." He mumbles. I smile and kiss his forehead. Today was a stressful day and I still haven't even told him about the phone call.

"Harry you can't get stressed when I tell you this. It's bad for you and our baby girl. And know this isn't going to change anything between us, okay?" He nods confused. "Principal Owens called. Due to budget cuts some teachers had to be transferred to new schools. And I have to be transferred but they already found me a new job...at Doncaster, as the music teacher..." I say. Harry looks at me wide eyed and I can tell his face was paler than usual. "What?!"