Unexpected Love - Larry Stylinson AU (Mpreg)

6.

Harry;

A week. A whole week I've been under Louis' roof. I have to admit it was nice to be comfortable again but I somehow feel...out of place. Like I don't belong. Louis won't let me do anything. Cook, clean...anything.

"Harry! Dinner is ready!" Louis shouted from the kitchen. I stumbled in and sat down at the oak table. The smell of homemade mash and chicken hit me. Louis placed the plate down on the table in front of me and took a seat opposite me. I took hold of my fork and dug into my food. I placed a fork full of mash into my mouth, a small hum leaving my mouth. The taste exceeding my expectations.

This was delicious.

"Good?" Louis questioned softly. My head snapped up and I smiled widely at Louis.

"Delicious Lou." I replied. I've become more comfortable with Louis over the past week. Nicknames appeared and conversations flowing easily. I'm not all that comfortable that all my walls will fall. I couldn't let that happen.

"Where's Belle?" I nodded my head towards the living room, not wanting to talk with a mouth full of Louis' delicious food. "Oh, right."

Louis sat and stared at me. I took this time to admire Louis. His brown hair laid slightly over his eyes however didn't fully cover them. His eyes are such a vibrant blue, they are so mesmerising and god, when he smiles.

It's beautiful.

"Louis?" Louis' snapped out of his thoughts and looked at me.

"Yeah? Sorry." Louis replied, his cheeks hotting up from embarrassment. I smiled at him blushing.

"Are you okay?" I asked, placing my fork on my plate. I rested my elbows on the table and held my head up. Louis nodded at him. "No you're not."

"I am." Louis said defensively.  I was a little shocked at Louis' outburst. Not once in a week had he raised his voice or snapped at me.

"O-okay then." I said, standing from the table. I picked up my plate and walked over to the sink. Louis followed me closely and stood behind me. His belly brushing against my back. My eyes widened slightly and my cheeks began to heat up.

"I can do that." I turned around and now stood face to face with Louis. My eyes look directly into Louis bright blue ones.

"No...it's okay. You do everything Lou." I said softly, wanting to reach out and touch Louis cheek. I resisted and sighed. Louis reached out and took hold of my hand, his thumb stroking my skin. My eyes darted down at our hands. I sighed a breath of relief from the feeling of comfort.

"Because you don't need too. A gorgeous man like you deserves the world." My breathing hitched. Did Louis really call me gorgeous? I looked confusingly at Louis. Louis' expression had turned bare and blank. His hand dropped from mine and turned on his heels.

I couldn't move. I couldn't process what had just happened. Louis standing so close, holding my hand...calling me gorgeous. What was going on? I snapped out of my thoughts when the door slammed shut and the cries of Belle echo'd from the living room.

I finally managed to move and rushed to Belle. I picked her up from the cot and rocked her.. Belle's cries subsided and she babbled to me. I turned and looked at the front door, willing Louis to come back.

"What do you think Belle? Me and Louis? Do you like him?" I said chuckling to myself. Belle likes anyone. I'm not too sure about me and Louis though. I do have to admit Louis was amazing. Beautiful in fact. What was there not to like about Louis? He has amazing blue eyes, stunning brown feathery hair and not to mention his great smile. Plus, he can sing...

He helps so much with Belle when I'm feeling down or tired. Maybe this is what I need? Someone to take care of me.

Louis;

I came back an hour later to see Harry laid on the sofa with Belle asleep on his bare chest. My eyes wondered to Harry and focused on his torso. Perfectly tanned. I couldn't seem to look away. I quietly kicked off my shoes and tiptoed to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of orange juice and stood in the doorway, still looking at Harry.

I still can't believe what I had done after dinner. Maybe I'd pushed too many boundaries. Over stepped a line. But I couldn't help myself. I just want to hold Harry close, whisper sweet nothings in his ears. Try to save the fallen boy.

That's all Harry needs, someone to care and love him. Even I knew that. I can't ignore these feelings anymore. I need to get them off my chest, I hate secrets but could I tell him? Would it build his walls higher?

"Louis? Is that you?" Harry's tired voice came from the living room.

"Yeah, it's me Haz." I replied. I pushed myself off the wall and strode into the living room. Harry hadn't moved from his laid position. I sat down in the love seat just off to the side of the sofa.

"Where did you go?" Harry questioned, moving his head to look at me. I sighed.

"Needed to clear my head." I admitted. "I'm sorry." I gave Harry a small smile.

"What for Lou?" Harry's face scrunched in confusion. I laughed under my breath and shook my head.

"Earlier. In the kitchen." I took a sip of my orange juice and looked away from Harry, too embarrassed to look at Harry. Harry stood from the sofa and placed Belle back in her cot. He walked over to me and placed two fingers under my chin. Softly turning my face towards his own. I breathed in Harry's sweet scent.

"You have nothing to be sorry for Lou." Harry admitted and rubbed a thumb gently down my cheek. My cheeks suddenly began to burn. I tilted my head towards Harry's grip. My eyes slowly closing. "I should be sorry. For putting all this on you. You shouldn't have to live with a stupid, depressed father who can't look after himself let alone a child."  My eyes widened at Harry's statement. My mouth becoming slightly agape.

"How can you say that Harry? You are an amazing father." I admitted, lifting my hand and placing it on top of Harry's.

"Well, Thanks Lou." Harry placed a sweet kiss on my forehead before leaving the room, leaving me sat with my thoughts.

Harry;

I went and sat upon my bed. Thoughts surrounding my mind. How can I be having theses feelings after 2 weeks? Is it even possible?

Maybe it is....