Little Heartbeat || Larry Stylinson mpreg

XIII

AN- this is becoming too fluffy and plotless i think I want to be dead. I'm going to wrap it up soon now so sorry if everything seems rushed.

The night was restless for both of them. Sleeping apart after months of sleeping together taking its toll on both. Louis was debating going to Harry's room when there was a knock on his door and Harry came in.

"Oh thank god. I was just going to come to you." Louis blurts out, relieved.

Harry smiles weakly. "Yeah, may I?" He gestures to the bed.

"Please do." Louis pleads and pulls Harry close the second he gets in bed. Harry hides his face in Louis' chest and Louis holds him protectively. Louis' just about to fall asleep when he feels Harry shaking. "Harry,-"

"No, Lou please don't. I- I really don't wanna talk. Please." His voice cracks.

"It's okay, I get it, I'm here." Louis kisses his head and holds him till his sniffling cries turn to soft snores. Louis falls asleep with the boy wrapped up in his arms.

When he wakes up the next day, he finds Harry still asleep. He gets out of bed and takes a shower, feeling miserable. It's a great day, the sun is out and the birds are chirping, but he just lost a child and his best friend is so upset it's upsetting him in turn. He comes out and finds Harry sitting up in bed.

"Morning, Haz." he smiles tentatively.

"Morning Lou." Harry smiles back. "Breakfast?" He asks getting out of bed.

"Yes please. I have to go to work."

"Alright lemme just brush my teeth." Harry smiles.

"Yeah of course! I'll just lay the table till then." Louis goes out with a smile. When Harry finally comes out after his shower he gives Louis a small smile. Louis tells him that Niall's back in town and that all five of them are going out tonight.

"Lou I'm really not feeling up to it." Harry says, pulling out a pan, a mixing bowl and some eggs. "Can you pass me whatever veggies you want in your omelette?"

Louis opens the fridge and pulls out a capsicum, a tomato and an onion, washing them and getting out the chopping board. "Harry come on. You need to move on. I know it won't be easy but you gotta start somewhere." He starts finely chopping the vegetables, passing them to Harry once he's done.

"Lou-" he begins to argue adding the vegetables to the eggs and whisking.

"No Harry. I'd respect you but no, you're coming and that's final. We're getting you drunk off your ass." Louis fills two glasses of water and places them on table.

"I really don't want to."

"I know but it's been two months!! You have to start somewhere babe."

"Fine." Harry agrees and Louis thanks him.

Later that day, they're all out at the bar with drinks in their hands, loud aimless chatter flowing easily. Louis has finally let go after a very stressful few months and he's on his way to being completely smashed. He's had 4 beers and, well, a fair few shots. Liam is mostly sober and a little quiet, working on his second beer. Zayn is talking to Niall about home, drinking a whiskey on the rocks. Niall is well on his way to smashed sticking absolutely to all kinds of tequila. And Harry? Nobody really knows where he is. He disappeared about an hour ago claiming he was going to dance.

"There he is!!" Louis laughs raucously pointing to the dance floor. "My Harry!!" He slurs.

"Oii Lou, tone it down a little, yeah. Let the boy unwind." Liam murmurs, seeing Harry make his way through the crowd.