Beat Still

Chapter 44: Beat Still

*Louis' Pov*

"What are you talking about?" She led me back over to the bed and we sat down.

"You don't have to tell Marcel about the baby...because there is no baby."

You would think that I would yell, scream, maybe even choke her. You would think that I would be completely pissed, and start throwing things around my room in a rage so wild that no one could stop me.

You would think that, but I didn't- I couldn't. I physically could not speak, let alone yell. And movement of any kind was certainly out of the question.

She went on about how she had to keep me to herself, and how she did not know what else she could possibly do. I only stared at her stomach while half listening. The stomach that was supposed to have a baby in it. The stomach that was supposed to have my baby in it.

I was going to name her Marceline, for reasons that I am sure are very obvious. I had imagined holding her, I assumed she would be a girl from the insane girl gene running in my family, and looking into her big blue eyes that would be just like mine. I would kiss her forehead when she was sad, and tell her how beautiful she is.

I had even imagined what it would be like when I could finally be a family with my favorite people. Marcel, Marceline, and I would all live together in an apartment.

I would braid her long, chestnut hair every morning and after giggling about how ugly it was, she would ask Marcel to fix it. Whenever there was a thunderstorm, she would crawl into bed with us, and sing songs until she fell asleep. She would call us both daddy, and when she asked where she came from we would tell her the truth.

Okay, maybe we would leave out the whole drunken sex part, but she would know about Eleanor. But she wouldn't have cared, because she would be my kid. She wouldn't care about anything.

She would have my confidence and sense of humor, and Marcel's brains and kindness. The only thing she would get from Eleanor would be her hair color.

But all of that was ruined now. Now there would be no Marceline. No little girl with tiny feet, a big imagination, and an even bigger heart. And that absolutely crushed me.

"Louis? Louis, please say something." My eyes finally met her concerned ones.

And then I remembered. At that moment it all clicked for me.

Eleanor would have been a part of that family, too. She would have done everything she could to keep Marcy away from our child. She would have made life a living hell for me and our baby.

Things aren't ruined. They are exactly the way they're supposed to be. I never have to deal with her tricks or lies again. Now I can live my life the way I want to without worrying about sticking to our stupid fucking deal.

Marcel and I will have our Marceline one day, but not like this.

"Louis?" She called again this time touching my shoulder.

"I'm free." I whispered. She looked confused and so I repeated myself but louder,"I'm free."

I grabbed her face and kissed her cheek,"I am fucking free!" Her jaw dropped at my actions.

I got up from the bed and did a tiny happy dance, throwing my arms about and swaying my hips to the nonexistent music. I stopped mid twirl as I saw something on Eleanor's face that I haven't seen in a while.

Pure sadness. She almost seemed devastated. Not even as though her plan had failed, but it was something else. Like she expected everything to turn out differently.

As though she actually thought maybe she would tell the truth and I would hold her and kiss her, and tell her everything was alright.

"I did everything I did because I loved you..." She looked like she was about to cry, but brushed it off quickly as her phone chirped.

She read the message and wiped her face,"Anyway, I have somewhere to be. My ride is here." She collected her things and practically ran out the door, pushing past me in the process.

Can't say that I blamed her, I was being pretty rude. But wouldn't you react the same way?

I looked out of my window that faces the front yard just in time to see Eleanor hop on the back of a black motorcycle. It seemed familiar, but honestly who cares? I want nothing more than to see my wonderful boyfriend.

"Hello?"

"Marcy! Come over to mine, we need to celebrate!" There was a pause before I heard him blow his nose lightly. Is he coming down with something?

He sniffled a few times before returning to the phone,"What are we celebrating?"

He didn't sound the least bit excited.

I tried to think of something to celebrate. 'My baby mama was actually just a lying, manipulative, bitch' didn't seem too festive.

"Just life! My injuries are healing, we're back together, and you're getting your memory back quickly! Life is good for us."

He scoffed and I was a little taken aback. Does he not agree that us being back together is good?

I could just feel all of my little insecurities coming back all at once. What if he doesn't want me anymore? Did I ruin things again? Is he really too good for me?

"How fast can you get over here?" I blurted.

"I'm a little preoccupied right now, Louis..." His voice held a slight annoyance and a bit of sadness.

"Babe, what's wrong?" I know Marcel well enough to know that he just had an argument. I also know him well enough to know that if he doesn't talk about it, he will feel sad and guilty for hours.

He let out a deep breath,"It's nothing Lou. I just finished explaining to Zayn how I love you more than him, no big deal."

I hate it when he is short with me. Even more so when he is sarcastic, because that means he is really upset. But I still felt my heart leap at his words. He loves me more.

"You sound like you could really use a Louis' cuddle. Come over, Love."

He sighed into the phone, and I could tell he was rolling his eyes,"I'm on the way. Please tell me we can have ice cream. Because I really need some ice cream right now."

I chuckled,"You can have whatever you want, babe."

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Dedication to @alotoflove2211 for following me and also having a beautiful name. (My birthday is 11-22) You're wonderful!

Prepare for Larcel fluff ladies and gentlemen...I'm going to give you what you've been asking for.