Wheels Within Wheels (Larry Stylinson AU Mpreg)

Chapter Seven

LOUIS POV

I inhaled a shaky breath with my back pressed against the door. The one secret I'd been keeping from Harry for month was finally told.

Not only does he know, but I had also agreed to speak with him about our child. It shouldn't even be his child, it's mine; I'm the one carrying it. Yeah, he put it there, but it's not like he meant to.

I'm angry at him. Angry at him for finding out, for causing this problem in the first place, and making me cry constantly. I'm the weepiest human being in the history of the universe and it's ridiculous. I'm a fat, hormonal mess.

"Lou? Alright, lad?" Zayn asked from the entry of the kitchen, water bottle in hand.

I lifted my eyelids to see him, tears daring to fall, "He knows,"

Zayn knit his eyebrows together, "Who knows what?"

"The bastard knows about the baby."

Zayn sighed, setting down his water bottle harshly on our coffee table, "How did he find out?"

I ran my fingers through my hair, "He just showed up and asked if I was pregnant, I don't know how he initially found out. But he knows. And I took his number,"

"You took his number?"

"Yes, I did," I told him, "He wants to talk about this."

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

I chewed my bottom lip, "I've been thinking about it a lot. Aren't you the one who said it wouldn't be a terrible idea to speak with him?"

Zayn tossed his hands up, dry-chuckling, "Well, yeah, but I didn't suggest you have Sunday dinner with him and assess the situation over Yorkshire pudding,"

I merely shrugged in response.

"Look, Lou, I support whatever you do, but texting and calling this lad is going to open up a window to let him into your life. Are you ready for that?"

I couldn't meet his eyes, "I don't know... Maybe he could help. And maybe he's not so bad,"

"You're bloody serious?" Zayn pressed, stepping near me, placing a hand on my forehead, "How sick are you, then?"

I shoved his arm away and staggered backwards, "I'm not sick. I'm not saying we'll be a cookie-cutter family that laughs and plays together while Harry gives our little one pansy speeches about how great life is. No, I'm saying he's minted; he could help us pay for necessities. And I can tell he feels really bad. I know I'm, like, suddenly taking his side, but maybe I could use the extra help with Little Tommo,"

"Louis, you aren't thinking this through. He raped you. You trust him to be helpful?"

"All I'm saying is he seems pretty mixed up about what he did to me, so, maybe he's changed,"

"People like Harry Styles don't change for anyone, Louis. They're the people who've been shattered into a billion pieces by the world, okay? He doesn't care about anything. Not you, not your son, not even himself. Don't expect him to be anything more than someone who drives you insane,"

With that, Zayn strode into his bedroom and shut the door, unnecessarily hard. I sighed and collapsed on the leather sofa, rubbing my face and groaning.

"What am I going to do?" I whined.

I peered down at my stomach that held captive a tiny creature. I grinned a bit, thinking that this was a potential mini me. I traced my fingertips against my stomach and whispered, "Hey, little guy. Or girl... It's you're daddy number one..."