Wheels Within Wheels (Larry Stylinson AU Mpreg)

Chapter Eleven

LOUIS' POV

I stared out the window of the train as the precipitation continued to pour down on the scenery that seemed to pass by so quickly. Tiny feet nudged me from the inside bringing everything in my mind to the surface. I began to trace letters in condensation that adorned the window.

My life is like a bloody soap opera. I meet an incredibly irritating lad whose also shady and arrogant, constantly trying to get in my trousers. Then he manages to knock me up and all hell breaks loose. And, just like that troubled main character of any dramatic story ever, I ran away without telling anyone. I just need a break and a moment to set a few things straight with myself. I got to see Mum and the girls again and being with them was great. But, I can't hide forever, and now the fact that I do have to go back and I'm mere minutes from returning is daunting.

One thought that was constantly tugging at my conscience was a certain annoying curly-haired boy who forced himself into my life (in more was then one way). He manipulated me, he used me for his own personal pleasure, he was rude, arrogant, irksome, and overall a giant git. But, somehow, and for some reason unbeknownst to me, I can't hate him. I mean, I have every reason in the world to despise him and wish the worst upon him, but I can't. No matter what he does, no matter how much Zayn complains, no matter how much of a warning Mum gives me, I cannot hate Harry Styles. Maybe it's that annoyingly adorable smile of his.

The thing that I've been venting about all week to Mum was Zayn. Zayn is my absolute best friend in the entire world, but I wish he would just support me and what I want. He invests so much time and energy on Liam and being angry at Hadley and Harry that he seems to forget that the center of all of this is my baby. And that I need him greatly. I can't do this, any of this, without my best mate.

I clutched my bag tighter as the train came to a halt; the screeching noise pulling me out of my reverie. I lifted my head to watch the small hoard of busy people pile out the doors. I stood slowly, slinging my bag across my shoulder. I took a last glance at the window I had graffitied with my finger. I grinned to myself, leaving the word 'Thomas' to slowly fade back into condensation on the window.

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I released a great sigh when I finally made it to 221B. As much as I dreaded coming back here, I felt a sense of relief. It was nice to be home, in a way. And I probably should get started on some of my homework...

I heard voice coming from the opposite side of the door; more than likely the boyfriends. I felt a slight bit of nerves. Facing them again would probably be a bit awkward. It had been damn near a week-more than a week with no contact or context as to where I was; chilling at home venting to all my problems to Mum. Would they be relieved or angry or worried or what?

The only way to know is to open the door.

I swatted my pockets in search for the key to the dorm. Once I retrieved the item of interest, I placed it in the lock and took my sweet time doing so. The trepedation of this simple encounter was a bit ridiculous and overwhelming. To be honest, I don't even know exactly what I was nervous about.

As I stepped inside the dorm, the voices ceased. I turned to face the surprised looking Zayn and Liam. I grinned sheepishly at them, "I went to get some milk..."

Zayn blinked a few times at me, "What the fuck Louis!" He spoke suddenly wiping the grin off my face in an instant.

"I-" I began but Zayn cut me off.

"Do you even realize what happened when you were gone, you selfish asshole?"

"I-" Zayn cut me off again.