Unexpected Love - Larry Stylinson AU (Mpreg)

9.

Harry;

"Hello?" I asked nervously down the phone.

"Who's this?" The voice replied. The soft voice of my mother ringing through the speaker. I froze slightly, gripping the phone tighter in my hand.

"It's, erm, Harry." Silence hit between us both.

"Harry? As in?"

"Your son Mum." I replied bluntly. I can't believe my mother doesn't recognise my voice. I could faintly hear Louis and Belle running around, giggling every so often. My mum hummed from the other end of the phone, sending me into a nearly nervous breakdown.

"Harry, how have you been? I've not heard from you since..."

"Since you threw me out. Called me a fag. Left me with nothing?" I quickly answered for my mum before she even had chance. I heard her sigh and I pulled the phone slightly away from my ear.

"Harry dear, listen to me. It was a shock. A shock to all of us, you could have rung. Let us know you and your baby we're okay. We've been worried." She said with her soft voice, I finally relaxed at the sound of my mums voice.

"If you was that worried why didn't you call me? I haven't changed my number since I moved." I admitted, tears pricking at my eyes.

"Harry, look I'm sorry. What did you ring for darling?"

"Annabelle's birthday is tomorrow. I wondered if you and Gem wanted to come up? See Belle?" I asked, dreading the answer. I hope that mum and Gemma will finally want something to do with my little girl, even if they don't want anything to do with me.

"That would be lovely Harry, thank you for asking. Text me the details...I've got to go but I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You will. Bye mum." I replied, ending the phone call before she had the chance to tell me anything that I knew wasn't true.

Louis;

I ended up running around the large living room after Belle. Strongly attempting to get her to sit and eat some food. Since growing and being able to walk and eat, she's become very stubborn like her father.

"Belle, come on! Please?" I pleaded still chasing the giggling toddler. Belle's giggled and babbles ringing through the house.

After 5 more minuets, I managed to catch Belle and place her in her highchair. Placing a bowl of strawberries and grapes in front of her. Belle picked up a grape and popped one into her mouth, chewing and exploring the taste.

My face lit up when Harry emerged in the dining room. Harry walked over to Belle and kissed her forehead, trying not to disturb the munching girl.

"Everything okay?" I asked, plating up tacos for mine and Harry's dinner. Harry sniffed and took in the gorgeous smell, making his belly rumble. His face lighting up.

"I guess, I've managed to get my mum and Gemma to come." Harry told me with a now sad look in his eye. Harry took a bite of his taco and hummed at the taste.

"Well that's good then, right?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. Harry nodded not wanting to talk with food in his mouth. "Good because we need to set up for madams party."

"We have everything right? Banners, balloons, food, cake, presents...guests?" Harry rambled, worried that the first party his girl would have wouldn't be perfect.

"Stop worrying Haz. I have everything and yes we have a few guests. Zayn is coming, Liam and Niall are coming. Your mum and sister...not many people but enough." I said to Harry while clearing up ours and Belles plates. Harry sighed and placed his head on the table, listing to Belle babble to herself, occasionally adding the word Dada in, making Harry beam.

I smiled at Harry, his face lighting up every time Belle called him Dada.

Harry;

I can't believe my baby girl was going to be 1 tomorrow. A year ago on May 15th, I gave birth to a perfect 7lb 2oz baby girl. No one by my side but Zayn.

My life was good back then. Still working, living with my best friend and not having anything to worry about.

I rose from the table and took Belle from her chair. As soon as she was in my arms she went limp, soft snores coming from her mouth. Obviously exhausted from running away from Louis. I walked upstairs into Belle's room and placed her down in the bed. Covering her with the light pink sheets so she wouldn't get too hot.

I walked back down the stairs when I heard the hushed tones of Louis' voice. I could see that Louis had stopped washing the dishes and his phone was now pressed to his ear. Once the voices ceased, I began to descend the stairs again, only to greet Louis grabbing his car keys and placing his jacket onto his back.

"You leaving again?" I questioned.

"I have too, I'll be back soon. Start setting up." Louis said with a faint smile on his face. I looked sadly at Louis. Louis returned it with the same sadden look.

I was angry at Louis. He was never at home. He always spoke in hushed tones around me, as if he didn't want me to know anything. I began setting everything up ready for Belle's party. I placed the banners all around the living room and blew up enough balloons before I no longer had any energy to blow any more. Belle woke up and began to cry. I rushed up the stairs and quickly into her room, to see Belle laid on the floor in a huddle.

"Did someone try to climb off the bed?" I asked the screaming girl while picking her up. "Tell Dada where it hurts bubba!" Belle instantly pointed to her head. Worry rushed over me, I sat Belle on the bed and told her to stay. Her cries had subsided slightly, turning into faint whimpers. I retrieved the first aid box and grabbed the cream and calpol. I softly rubbed the cream on her head and gave her a dose of the pain medication. I then once again lifted Belle off the bed and carried her downstairs. I placed her down on the floor with her teddies and dolls, allowing her to play in her own little world.

I finished the final little tweaks ready for tomorrow before realising it had been 4 hours since Louis left the house. I sighed and slumped on the sofa, grabbing the TV remote and surfing the channels. I settled for repeats Hell's kitchen.

Louis;

6 hours later I finally walked through the door. My knuckles where red raw and blood dripped down my face from his forehead. Harry lifted his head off the sofa and called out to me.

"Yeah, it's me Haz." I replied while taking my shoes off. I walked into the living room and took in the amazing work Harry had done. "Wow! This looks incredible."

"Thanks, hope it's enough." Harry said turning to look at me. His eyes widened at the sight of me. I shuffled nervously from foot to foot. "What the hell happened?" Harry questioned me, his body frozen, too stiff to move.

"Nothing." I mumbled before stalking into the kitchen to clean myself up. I heard Harry checking on Belle before following me.

"What happened?"

"Nothing Harry. Drop it." I said a little too harshly. Harry seemed taken a back by my harsh tone.

"I will not drop it. You leave the house for 6 hours, then come back with blood pouring down your face. Now, tell me what happened."

"No! Why can't you understand I don't want to tell you." I grunted, wincing slightly at the pain from my forehead.

"Why are you being a prick?" Harry questioned throwing his arms in the air.

"Because I don't want to tell you." I raised my voice into a slight shout.

"Fine! Be like that. Don't fucking come to me when you want something." Harry shouted walking away. He turned back round to look at me. He was now staring sternly at me. I sighed. "Oh, and Belle needs a bath."

Harry;

I stormed upstairs and slammed my bedroom door. I heard footsteps then the sound of running water. I just can't understand why Louis was being so stubborn. Louis bugged me for months to tell him what was bugging me, especially involving my family.

What was so bad that Louis couldn't tell me?

I pondered the question for a while before exhaustion over took me and sleep came.