Stay (A Larry/Elounor Fan Fiction)

Chapter One: This Isn't Real

Chapter One: This Isn't Real

Louis' P.O.V.

Maybe I didn't hear that right.

Maybe all this will go away.

Maybe me and my Hazza can just escape.

But when people start congratulating me, I know it's true.

How could this be? I've used protection every time. I've checked every time. I've made sure this wouldn't happen. I couldn't be the father. Could I?

"Excuse me while I talk Eleanor, guys!" I yell to the crowd which consists of Liam, Niall, my parents, her parents, my sisters (and brother), a lot of her family, and--wait--where's Harry? Oh, fuck. I'm going to have to talk to him. He probably walked out. Damnit.

"What did you wanna talk about, baby?" She giggled. Sorry to be the one to tell you this, but that isn't cute.

We enter into our bedroom, which really consists of her sleeping in here since I never sleep with her. I just try to sleep by myself or with my band mates. I'm not going to get all lovey-dovey with her.

"I mean, wh--how? How the heck did this happen?" I ask, confused. She looks at me like I'm crazy.

"You know, when two people have se--" I interrupt her quickly. I don't need a Sex Ed lesson from her.

"Eleanor! I know how fucking babies are born. What I don't understand is how the fuck you're pregnant! I checked every time. Every. Fucking. Time. It has to be somebody else's. It has to be. It's somebody else's right?" I say, praying it's somebody else. That would give me the perfect advantage to break up with her. If she's really pregnant, that means I couldn't just abandon my child. I shudder at the thought. I'm too young to have a child. I'm only 22 years old. I was planning to have a child maybe when I'm late twenties, early thirties, but not like this.

She looks at me like I just killed someone.

"Do you not want this baby? Our baby?" She scowls at me.

"I didn't fucking give you a baby!" I scream at her.

"Yes, you did!" She screams right back.

"Fuck this shit. I did not give you a baby. I used a condom, I even pulled out with the condom on! That's how much I made sure! We aren't having a baby. You must've fucked some other guy because that--that thing isn't mine." I say as I turn around and walk out, as I angrily slam the door in her face. I can hear a few whispers that can be made out while I walk out of the house.

"Guess he wasn't expecting that."

"What the hell's his problem?"

"What's going on?"

"Where's he going?"

"This is his baby, too."

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but no it's not.

I walk out of the house as I slam the house door and unlock my door to my Mercedes-Benz. Harry usually drives, but I guess this is exceptional. I step inside and turn on the car making everything come to life. I roll the car out of the driveway and head to the hotel. That's the only place I can imagine he would be.

I quickly park and exit my Mercedes-Benz as I walk into the lobby.

"Oh, hello Sir. We haven't cleaned your room yet. Is that alright?" A plump lady asks me with a Hispanic accent, which I guess is the cleaning lady as she is pushing a cart of cleaning supplies with her.

"That's fine, ma'am." I say, rushing my words before running towards Niall and Harry's hotel room. I wiggle the door knob to find it locked.

Damnit.