Unexpected Love - Larry Stylinson AU (Mpreg)

19.

           

Harry;

I stood in the kitchen, cooking a fresh batch of brownies. Belle was in bed asleep, finally. Louis had been out of the house for around 4 hours. I expected this now he was back training. Not that I liked it, in fact, I hated it. It was too much of a dangerous game for him to be in, a game that has almost killed him once.

I'm still unsure if this is the life I want for me and Belle. A life full of danger and worry, it's just too much.

I heard the door open and footsteps in the hall. I continued to plate up the now baked brownies and smiled at my work. Louis shouted my name to which I ignored. I heard his bare feet hitting the wooden floor as he padded towards me. I felt his hand on my back causing a shiver to travel down my spine. I turned around and smiled.

Louis appeared to have no injuries to his face or hands, allowing me to become at ease.

"Hey!" Louis said, smiling widely.

"Hi!" I replied. "How was training?"

"I didn't really do any." Louis admitted, a worried look on his face. I didn't dare ask what the matter was. He usually tells me it's nothing, so I left it, silence hitting the kitchen. Louis dropped down onto one knee and smiled.

My eyes widened at the sight...what was happening.

"What are you doing? Get up Louis!" I pleaded. He totally ignored me, pulling a square object out of his pocket. My eyes widened further.

He can't. Surely not.

"Harry, I know we've not been together that long but I finally feel like we are perfect for each other."

No. No. No this is not happening.

"You make me feel things I've never felt with anyone before. You make me happy and so loved it's unreal." Louis continued. I couldn't move, I was frozen in my spot. "So, Harry Edward Styles, will you marry me?" Louis opened up the box, a gold ring with a large stone sat upon a layer of velvet.

My mouth was dry, my hands shaking. I did what I did best and ran. I ran away from Louis and upstairs. I ran into 'our' bedroom, closed the door and slid down it. I curled myself into a ball and tried to regulate my breathing.

How could he do this? We've been together for 2 weeks, granted we've been living together for over a year but...but this was stupid. I can't do this.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled Zayn's number. The phone began to ring, I stood from the floor and began pacing across the room.

"Come on Z! Pick-up" I muttered repeatedly. Finally, Zayn's voice rang through the phone.

"What'd up?" Zayn questioned.

"Zayn! I need you to come fetch me." I said, panicked. I still paced back and forth across the room.

"What! Why?" Zayn exclaimed down the phone. I sighed and began packing away my clothes. I placed the phone between my ear and shoulder as I folded my clothes into my bag.

"I can't say while I'm here but I can't do this anymore." I admitted, sadly. Tears threatening to spill.

"What?" I choked back a sob and shakily sighed. "Okay! I'm on my way. 10 minutes okay?"

"Okay."

Zayn put down the phone. I threw it down on the bed and continued to pack what I would need. Once I had done with my stuff, I went into Belle's room and repeated my actions. I placed Belle's bag on my shoulder and picked her carefully up out of the bed. She nestled her head into my neck and I smiled.