The Only Way Out [Book 2]

Chapter 25 - On My Own

A/N: The past few days have been very sad. As Directioners, we lost a family member.

Louis has always been there for us, so let's be there for him.

We should all be so proud of him for performing on The X Factor in honor of his mother.
❤️Rip Johanna❤️

***Harry's POV

I pull into the driveway and park behind my truck, still so angry that I can't even think straight. Bea and I haven't spoken since she yelled in my face to take her home.

Yes, I'm worried about my son, but we don't need to rush home every single time he cries.

What about that whole 'crying it out' thing? And what about me?

Before I even turn off the engine, Bea gets out of the van. I look over at her for the first time since we left Joseph's Creek and my eyelids flinch when she slams the door shut.

Then I notice it.

"You forgot your disgusting arse pillow again!" I shout and grab the damn thing before getting out.

Letting the door swing shut behind me, I click the van locked and walk up the pathway to the house. Apparently my dear wife has used her own set of keys to get in and has neglected to keep the door open for me.

Mumbling a few choice words into the warm night air, I unlock the door and walk inside and my son's helpless cries pierce my ears.

I shut the door and Eli walks over to me looking worried as hell. As he explains what's going on, I take in the sight of Bea and April trying to comfort Seb in the living room.

"Sorry we had to call," Eli says with concern clear in his voice. "We didn't know what else to do."

"It's alright, mate," I reassure him and reach for my wallet. "Here, let me pay-"

"Don't worry about it," Eli shakes his head. "You can catch us next time."

"Alright fine," I sigh. "I guess you guys can leave now that we're back."

"Is everything okay, man?"

"Yeah, just tired is all," I shrug it off, trying my best to not lose my shit. "Thanks for coming over."

"Not a problem. April, sweetheart, let's go," Eli says with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, honey," April says before giving Bea a hug. She grabs her purse and walks over, still looking concerned. "Call us if you need anything, Harry."

"Will do. Thanks," I say with a nod as they walk out.

I shut and lock the front door, realizing that Seb has stopped crying. I walk into the living room where Bea is breastfeeding him and I chuck her pillow on the couch.

"How is he?" I ask apparently to myself because she doesn't acknowledge me. "Bea? How is he?"

Our son might be a loud eater, but I know you heard me. Real mature, Bea.

My stubborn wife keeps her gaze on Seb who's chugging away and the fact that I can't do the same irritates the hell out of me.

"So this is how you're going to act, Beatrice? You're just going to ignore me?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Honestly, I don't want to talk to you either right now but I want to know why you ended our date so abruptly."