The Two Of Us (Larry Stylinson)

Epilouge*

"I'm pregnant" I say before I black out.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

That's all I hear is the hound of beeping. My head is killing me. I groan.

"Harry?" a voice says

I make a noise again as I try to open my eyes.

"Harry!" the voice is more frantic now.

The voice sound familiar but I can't put my finger on it.

"Harry. Open your eyes for me love. Please" the voice begs.

Louis.

My mind says.

Louis?

Why is louis asking to open my eyes?

"Harry c'mon. They won't tell me what's wrong and I'm scared. Please wake up"

He's scared?

I will my eyes to open and I keep trying until I finally see a bright light.

I close my eyes again and open them.

I hear little sniffles beside me and I turn and look.

It's louis. He has his face in his hands and is creating those sniffles.

"L-louis" I choke out

His head snaps up and looks at me.

"W-what's wrong?" my voice cracks a bit towards the end and I wince.

"Harry!" he cries out and before I could react he has me a death grip hugging me.

I feel his wet cheeks touch my neck and I shiver. I lift my arm up but realize there is a IV in it.

Hospital?

"Uh Lou why am I in a hospital?"

He leans back but keeps his hand in mine. It feels nice.

"I should be asking you that"

"I-uh" I furrow my eyebrows as I try to remember what happened.

----flashback----

I step out of the door into the waiting room in a daze. I have the prescription in my hand and my aunt stands up. My hands are shaking and I don't feel good right now. My breathing is still not normal and my heart is beating fast.

"What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"

I look at her as I say the words that I never thought I would say in a million years.

"I'm pregnant" I say before I black out

----Back to present------

I shake my head.

"No it wasn't a dream" I whisper to myself.

"Harry what wasn't a dream?"

My head turns to louis forgetting that he was here.

"I-Lou" my you tongue feels heavy and I can't make a sentence come out.

"Harry? Your kind of scaring me. What's wrong?"

My breathing starts to speed up again and the heart monitor starts to beep louder blaring a warning.

My chest starts to hurt.

I can't tell him.

He has everything made for him. He's going to Uni next year. He has a football scholarship and this... will ruin it.