I'll Be Here - A Larry Stylinson Mpreg

Part 6 - Promise

I swiped the screen to answer the phone so quickly I felt the force of friction burn my thumb a bit. For a second, I stared down at the device thinking to myself that this might not have been a good idea after all, I didn't care I needed to say something and I need to do it now. So I slam the phone against my ear and I screamed.

"LOUIS, WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" My anger takes out on him.

I wait for a response, a sound, anything. Although I was majorly pissed I hungered for his voice, I have for weeks and I could not take it for much longer.

"SAY SOMETHING!" I demanded into the phone "ANYTHING!"

I still wait for a response but all there was the low crackling of the landline.

"LOU, I NEED YOU!" I pleaded before tears threatened to fall "I need you, please..."

Then, through the silence I could hear soft muffled cry coming through the phones speaker. He was crying and it was destroying me. I calm myself at the sound of cry.

"Lou..." I started

"H-Harry" he stutters "I fucked up"

I wait for a moment "w-what did you do?" I asked hoping that he didn't do anything to himself as stupid as what I did.

"No!" he stopped me through sobs "I fucked up us" my heart sinks to my stomach and I wanted to cry with him but I needed to stay strong. I try to change the subject, he sounded way too damaged of the situation, anymore talk of it could of drove him insane.

"Where are you?" I ask shakily "I'm coming to get you" I dash up and pick up my jacket and the keys that I flung a bit too far across the kitchen bench. I turn on my heel towards the door rushing. I rip open the door madly and took action to charge down the stairs but I was blocked by a figure outside the doorway. Under the dimmed lights of the corridor, I looked at the familiar face but did not seem like what it used to be. I slowly lower the phone from my ear as I watched the figure stepped closer and as it threw its arms around me, I was sure that it was Louis.

"I'm sorry Harry, I'm so sorry" He pleaded over and over. I bury my head into his embrace and held him tighter than ever. I take in his smell but his 'Louis smell' was diminished by the scent of alcohol.

"Lou, I was so worried about you" I cuffed his head in my hand. "Don't do that again"

Once we untangles, I reach to pull off his hood. I place my hand on his cheek, it was freezing and his skin was so pale. I looked into his crystal eyes; they were blood shot and full of fear. His clean shaven face was no more, just stubble. I wiped away the remainder of his tears with my jacket and put an arm around him, letting his weight fall on me.

I helped him to his bedroom as he looked extremely groggy and seemed like he might have passed out in any second. I helped him out of his jacket and he took off his shirt. I gazed over his body; it was tanned, masculine and perfect. My heart started to race but I snapped out of it quickly, I didn't want to do anything to make matters worse. I pick an old white long sleeved white knitted jumper from a draw and eased his way into it. He then collapsed into his bed and was asleep in the matter of seconds. I untied his shoes and carefully slipped them off. I threw the sheets over him and was about to leave the room instead I knelt down and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek and left. Questions could be dealt with in the morning.

***

I woke to the sudden urge to throw up. I shot up from my cozzie retreat of my bed and ran full charge to the bathroom. Doubled over, I heave into the bowl of the toilet until nothing else is left in my stomach. Throwing up had started to become my daily morning routine; I would be in the same position each morning for the past two weeks. I clean myself off, flush the toilet and take a few sips of water from the sinks tap.