When All Else Fails

Chapter 2.

Tiffany

Instead of the happiness I expected Louis to be in, he dropped his face and played with his fingers. 

"Is it mine?" he said looking up with a small smile. 

I nodded as I bit the insides of my cheeks nervous what he would say. 

He smiled as he pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back. 

He pulled out and whispered an "I love you Tiffany" in my ear. He looked at me but I could sense a hint of sadness in his eyes...

***

Louis had gone home since he had homework. I stuffed my phone, headphones, iPod, and my wallet in my handbag and lowered my sunglasses to my eyes.  I pushed the door of Starbucks and started walking to Harry's house. 

When I reached his house, I didn't have to knock. I pushed the door and ran up to his room. Opening the door, he fell off the bed as his feet tangled in the bedsheets. I giggled as I put my stuff on his desk and helped him up. The only thing he was wearing was his Calvin Klein boxers. 

"Couldn't you open the door a little more... I don't know, softly?"

"Stop whining, and plus I have really important news."

"What type?"

"Type Z," I said. Me and Harry had this code for problems from A-Z. A was the simplest things and Z was a really big thing. 

His eyes widened as we both sat on his bed. "What's up?"

"The sky," I laughed. 

He pushed me off the bed as I pulled him down with me. I landed on top of him as we both laughed. I realised how close we were and got off him, sitting in front of him.

"I'm pregnant..." I said looking into his eyes. 

All hints of happiness disappeared with the twinkle in his eyes for a second. He opened his arms and I happily leaned in as I was in his warm embrace. A sense of security overwhelmed me. There was always something I felt with Harry that I didn't feel with Louis. 

"It's Louis' isn't it?" 

"Yeah..." I said as we broke the hug. 

"But Harry, Louis doesn't seem so...glad," I mumbled. 

"Ofcourse he's glad Tiff. You're carrying his baby, his future. Don't worry, it's probably because he's going through a hard time."

He always knew the perfect words to say. "Thank you," I said looking up at him between my eyelashes. 

He leaned in and gave me a kiss on my forehead that made all the tense muscles in my body relax. 

Suddenly, he threw me over his back and ran with me throughout the entire house. My stomach and chest were pressed against his back as I laughed hysterically. 

"PUT....ME....DOWN," I said between breaths. He giggled as he put me on the high kitchen stool. 

"Make me breakfast and we'll go to the amusement park."

"And why would I make you breakfast?" I smirked. 

"Because..." he took a step towards me and wiggled his fingers. Knowing he'd tickle me in my ticklish spot, I groaned.

"Fine," I spit with an expression that said 'move or I'll kill you'.