You Found Me (COMPLETED)

Chapter 40

Louis POV

God why am I so fucking stupid? I can't believe I said that. I didn't mean it! I need him. I'm so happy he came to me that night. I just don't want to see him get hurt. He's right though.  I'm just like everyone else. I hurt him! Something I promised myself I would never do.

I sat outside of our bedroom door and begged Harry to open but I could only hear his loud sobs and him mumbling things to himself. I finally got the door open by using a screw driver since Harry had taken the key a while back. When I got in the room I noticed he was in the bathroom. With the door locked. How could I do this? I slid down and leaned against the door. "Harry, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry! I didn't mean what I said. I was just mad. I don't want to see you go through hell with Nick again. I can't lose you! Baby I love you more than anything! I know I hurt you-" I let out a sob,"but I never meant to. I never meant to be like the others. I just can't see you get hurt again. I'm so happy that I found you and that you came to me after that night. Harry your my everything! I'm so sorry! I love you. " I paused. I didn't hear him crying anymore. Just sniffles. "Look at that promise ring on your finger. I meant every word I said when I gave that to you. No matter what, Harry, you have my heart. Only you. I love you!" I said sternly.

After an hour of waiting for him to come out or speak to me I realized that he wasn't doing either of them. I found the key for the bathroom and opened it only to find Harry asleep on the floor with tear stains down his cheeks. My heart broke at the sight. I carefully picked him up and carried him to our bed. I pulled the covers over him. "I love you Harry." I whispered before walking out.

Harry's POV

I woke up and looked at the clock. 3:30am. Why the hell am I up at this hour. I rolled over and noticed Louis wasn't there. Then everything came back. The fight. How did I get here? Where is Louis? I got up and walked down stairs and into the living room and found Louis asleep on the couch with 3 empty bottles of beer beside him. I sighed and walked back upstairs to bed.

I woke up a second time and saw it was 10am. I got up and went to take a shower. I'm still upset about yesterday. But he's not the only one who regrets what they said. I just don't think I can talk to him right now. Especially if he's still mad. I got out of the shower and got dressed before walking down stairs to the kitchen. I noticed Louis wasn't in the living room anymore and the beer bottles had been cleaned up.

After eating breakfast I decided to look for Louis. Since there wasn't a note or anything I figured he didn't leave. I walked back upstairs and checked the spare room but he wasn't there. Then I saw the baby's room. The door was slightly cracked. I peaked in and saw Louis sitting in the chair looking out the window crying, his mouth moving like he was talking. I sighed. I heard what he said last night. I know he didn't mean it but it still hurt. And I know what I said hurt him.

I knocked on the door and his head shot up. He wiped his tears quickly. "Can I come in?" I asked. He nodded. I walked over and he moved over so I could sit next to him. I didn't say anything. He didn't either. But it wasn't awkward. I lied my head on his shoulder and intertwined our hands. "I'm sorry. I heard what you said last night. I know you didn't mean it and I didn't mean what I said either. I know the whole school thing was a bad idea. I don't want to go there I just thought it would help us. All it did was make it worse. And I'm sorry." I whispered. He squeezed my hand tighter. "You had every right to say what you did. I shouldn't of reacted like I did. I just can't see you get hurt anymore." He whimpered. I moved my head and he looked over to me. I smiled and kissed him.

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I hated Monday's. It's been 2 days since our "fight" and things are back to normal, thankfully. But I did not want to go to school today. My stomach was cramping a lot and no matter what I did it wouldn't go away. I didn't tell Louis though because I didn't want to worry him. So I got up and went to school.

I sat in Social Studies, my 2nd period class with Niall and Liam on each side of me. I couldn't focus on what the teacher was saying though; The pain in my stomach wouldn't go away. I kept rubbing it hoping to ease some pain but it wouldn't do anything.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Niall whispered in my ear. "Cramps." I whimpered loud enough to grab Liam's attention. At this point I didn't care. I let a few tears fall. It hurt like hell. Liam was quick to take action. "Excuse me Mrs. Stanford Harry isn't feeling well." He said interrupting the teacher. She looked my direction and told Liam to take me to the nurse. Niall followed.

"Do you need to go to the nurse?" Niall asked as soon as we were out the classroom. "I'm just going to try stretching and walking." I whimpered walking back and forth down the small hallway. Liam and Niall watched intently. Suddenly it felt as if my stomach was being ripped in two. "Ow!" I cried out grabbing onto Liam so I wouldn't fall.