so this is my first larry book.
ok disclaimer its 2019 and let me tell yall sumn. i was like 13 when i wrote this. i made many mistakes writing this. like making a very young baby do things that no young baby can do. like talk and walk or whatever that babies dont do at the age that i made louis be. i forgot bc its been a long time since ive even looked inside of this. yes im very dumb but lets just pretend like every single baby in this au is just that powerful. thank you
Harry's POV
I can't sleep. I stood up from my bed. I checked the alarm by my bed, it read 2:30 am. I groaned in frustration. I put on my shoes, grabbed my iPhone and left my flat. I made sure to lock the front entrance.
Since I can't sleep I would rather take a walk in the middle of the night, than look at the boring wall of my room. I walked along the sidewalk, hands tucked in my pockets. I felt a raindrop drop on my face. Ugh. Rain? Now.?
I looked up to the sky.
I sighed. The rain kept on hitting my face. It turned real bad, but I don't care I'm not going back to my flat, I just feel like I shouldn't.. not yet.
I spotted a park right ahead. I quickened my pace trying to get their faster. Once i got there a sat down on a bench. I looked around, London sure is beautiful.
Cries. Cries. Cries. Cries.
The fuck.? That sound like a kid crying. I stood up, trying to here where the cries where coming from. It lead me to the back of the London rubbish. I furrowed my eyebrows.
Cries.
I looked around frantically. "Anybody here.?" I shouted. I followed the cries. Then there I saw it, a small child technically a baby sitting there in a pile of stinky rubbish. My eyes widened. What kind of people leave their child in a rubbish can.?
I hurried to his or her side. I took my sweater off and wrapped the baby in it. This baby has nothing but diapers on. I craddled him/her in my arms.
I wonder what gender this baby is.?
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I want this baby to be safe and warm. I ran in the cold wet rain. I tried to quiet down the baby's cries.
I got to my flat, frantically searching for the keys. Once i found them I immediately put it in the key hole turning it to open.
I layed the baby on my soft and warm bed. Oh my god what do I do.? Eleanor! She'll know what to do. I reached into my pocket, dialing her number.
"Hello.?" The feminine voice spoke from the other line groggily.
"Eleanor I need your hel-"
"Harry.? Why are you calling me in 3 in the morning? Is that a child I hear.? Is the child crying.? HARRY WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A BABY IN YOUR FLAT.?" Eleanor shouted shocked.
"That's why I need your help. I found this baby in a rubbish can. I need you to come and help me, he has nothing but diapers, and I think their dirty. He won't stop crying, and I'm pretty sure he's cold and hungry." I said into the phone.
"I'll be right there." She said hanging up.
I put my phone back in my pocket. "I w-want my m-mommy and d-daddy."
"Shhh shh, baby, everything will be ok."I said touching its cheek.
"Do you have a name.?" I asked.
"uhm. L-louis."
