Chapter Two (:

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Harry looked nervously at Louis, watching his reaction.  ''Papa?'' He asked, ''you're her father?''    Harry nods slowly, hoping he wouldn't  get mad or something. ''Look- Her mother isn't even in her life anymore. or ever was.'' He smiled at Darcy. ''She basically just gave birth to her and then handed her to me. She didn't want a kid.''  Louis's eyes were filled with concern as he asked the next  question. ''And you did ?"  "Hell, you've got a kid and i still act like one.'' He chuckled, looking down at his hands. ''I missed you Hazza,'' He mumbled. ''Louis. Why did you call me tonight of all people? You're the one that got rid of me in the first place.'' Harry said, directing all his attention towards his little daughter, so he wouldn't run straight into Louis's arms and forgive him. He couldn't. Louis hurt him, and he couldn't just come crawling back to him. He had to be  stronger than that . He was stronger than that. Louis's eyes were  filled with hurt an regret as he looked up at the curly haired boy.  ''I-i know.. i wish   i hadn't.  It's just..'' Louis shook his head, trying to find the right words. ''Save it boy,  we can talk later, but if you don't warm up soon  you're going to get sick.'' Harry told  him,Harry ordering  Louis a coffee, and directing the conversation elsewhere. The waitress brought Louis his coffee, and he sipped it slowly, looking at Harry. Darcy had fallen asleep in her fathers arms,  and was now breathing steadily as Harry ran his fingers through her hair, smiling at his little angel. Louis couldn't help but smile at the two; they were simply adorable.

Louis ran his hand through his hair, the sleeve of his sweatshirt slipping down to his elbow. He saw Harry reach towards him. Well, not him.. His wrist, Louis realized quickly, as he felt Harry trace his finger over one of his scars. Louis quickly pulled his hand back to roughly pull his sleeve down. He looked up to see Harry look at him  in confusion and concern, and now Louis wanted to run. He'd only hurt  Harry more. . He was horrible, a horrible person. A monster. He thought to himself. A monster that only causes pain to others. Louis stood up to walk away, and Harry just stared as he left, frozen in shock.

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