Two Adopted Girls, Two Gay Men [Larry Stylinson] MPREG

Chapter Eleven

[Harry's P.O.V]

I groan painfully, grabbing my head with my hand, I could feel it throbbing against my hand.

"Fuck." I hear someone say, I knew it was louis.

"Fuck, fuck! Fuck!" He screams and then I feel someone pry my hands away from my forehead and it's immediately replaced with an ice pack making me wince.

I snap my eyes open, and see louis who was crying, He was sobbing and his head was hung low.

"Lou." I murmur softly. He doesn't say anything, instead he keeps holding the ice pack against my head and keeps his head low.

"Lou." I say again, grabbing the ice pack and holding it on my head myself. I was hoping there were no cuts on my face.

"Girls go to your room and do something, okay?" I say softly, they both nod and scurry off to their room. I was still pressed again the wall and Louis still was looking down at the floor, crying.

His hands were clenched into fists and I wondered if he always had mood swings.

"Louis." I say again, this time my voice was stern and once again, I get no reaction from him.

"Louis!" I shout, shaking his shoulders and he looks up at me, his eyes red and swollen, there was guilt and pain shown and I immediately regret looking that deep into his eyes.

"I-it's okay, okay? I know you were mad. I'm fine-"

"No! No it's not okay! You aren't fine! God I'm such a fuck up! I-I hit you! I - I threw a-" He was sobbing so hard, his small hands now covering his face.

"Baby, listen to me." I say. There was still glass shards of the plate on the floor and I hoped none of us step on it.

"You were mad. I understand, it's my fault anyways. I said it wasn't a good idea for us to go together. I would be mad, but I wouldn't hurt you-"

"See? I fucking hurt you! You, you don't deserve me! I-I'm not good for you." He whispers the last part and my eyes widen, tears gathering in my eyes and my heart starts beating fast as he steps away from me, avoiding the sharp shards on the floor and grabbing the broom from the closet.

"Lou-"

"Let me clean the fucking mess I made." He says bluntly and I sigh, nodding subtly and walk into the girls room who both look at me worriedly.

"Are you okay?" Beau asks me and I sigh, nodding slowly. "Is Dad?" Olivea asks, her voice wavering.

"He'll be okay." I assure her but I didn't know if that was a lie or not.

I walk back out a few minutes later and see the mess cleaned up and sigh, putting the ice pack back in the freezer. I walk into our room and see him sitting on the edge of the bed, still crying, god I know he was angry. That doesn't mean he had the right to do that but I love him.

"Darling listen to me." I say sitting down next to him and slinging my right arm over his shoulder. He flinches, and I sigh pulling him more towards me as he lays his head on my chest, still crying.

"Yes, what you did wasn't right. I could have seriously gotten hurt. But I didn't, and even if I did, I doubt it would've changed a thing between me and you. Do you want to know why?" I say softly and he stiffens, but nods against me.

"Because I love you, a lot." I say, a small smile creeping up onto my face.

"I-I love you too.. I-I'm such a fuck up, all I do is h-hurt people!" He suddenly cries out and rips himself from me and stands up, his hands once again clenched into fists.