11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 37

(Death cab for cutie- transatlanticism)

-Harry’s P.O.V-

What was going on? I put on my jacket, grabbed my keys and I didn’t even lock the front door. I hopped in my car and drove to Victoria’s house which wasn’t too far away. I knocked on the door. No answer. I looked at the window. It was open. I decided to crawl in. Her house was dark, no light. I went to the living room and there she was on the floor. There was water everywhere. She had passed out. Her waters had broken. I screamed.

It was no use. I had to do something right now. My baby was in her. I picked her up and damn she was heavy. I couldn’t open the front door so I just carefully took her out the window.

I opened the door and put her in the back seat so she could lay down. I jumped in and started the car. I heard a ring. My phone. I picked it up. It was Liam.

“Victoria’s water broke.” I said and shut off the phone.

I drove to the hospital and helped her in the front door. Nurses came and put her in a bed and took her to a room. I followed them.

I stopped in the middle of the way. I didn’t want to see her giving birth.

“Are you coming?” a boy nurse asked me and I shook my head.

I sat in the hallway and just started crying. What was wrong with me? Everything was going wrong I needed Louis. I gave up and called him.

“Louis I need you.” I said in tears. He wasn’t talking but I could hear his breathing from the other line.

“Victoria’s waters broke.” I said and he shut the phone.

What was wrong? Was I a bad person? I wasn’t a bad person. I was a good person with bad decisions.

Liam was standing in front of me. He wiped my tears and hugged me.

“Everything is okay.” he whispered as he rubbed my back.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

In a few hours Harry would be a dad. I couldn’t bear the thought. He deserved it. It was his fault after all. All I did these past nine months was stay in bed, crying, watching TV. I didn’t even eat. The only time I got out was for our concerts. What was I supposed to do? I was depressed. My boyfriend was gonna become a dad. I wonder what he’d do if he were in my place. I bet he’d even be harsher.

I still loved Harry. I could never deny that. My heart was on fire. I just didn’t want him to know. I didn’t want to seem weak. I was never weak and I wasn’t going to become weak for his stupid ass.

But it was scary and I was alone. My monsters haunted me. I was stuck with them. I couldn’t get rid of them. I needed relief. I drank, I smoked, I cut but neither of them hurt as much as words could. Those words that still resonated in my mind. The words Victoria said. The words that would haunt me until the day I died. “I’m pregnant.”

When I heard those words, when I thought about those words, my whole world shattered beneath my feet. Once, twice and a thousand fucking times. It would still hurt the same. Every time.

 My phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Louis. Harry needs you. It’s hard for him.” The guy said and I understood it was Liam.

“I don’t care. If he needed me, he wouldn’t do what he did.”

I shut the phone. Maybe I was being too harsh. But you can never be too harsh when your boyfriend fucks another girl and leaves her pregnant.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

~2 hours later~

Liam was staying with me, trying to calm me down but nothing calmed me down. I was gonna be a father for fucks sake how could I calm down?

Considering this a private hospital I would expect better conditions. The walls were only white but there was a lot of humidity. It made me sick. I was feeling sick. Not because of the room but because of the fact my baby was in the room next to me.

I never thought this day would come considering I was gay. I loved Louis and maybe we would adopt a baby, but I never thought I’d have a baby related to me. With my blood rushing down it’s veins. I wanted to puke.

I missed Louis so fucking much. How could I live without him? How was I going to make this without him? How were we going to sort things out with Victoria? So many unanswered questions made me want to cry and I did. I buried my head in my hands and I started sobbing. Liam patted my back, whispering from time to time that “everything will be okay.” But I highly doubted that. I wanted to die. Eventually I had to get my shit together, and I did when I saw a doctor coming out of the room.

He was young. Around his thirties but I could still see gray hair and a few wrinkles on the corner of his eyes. He looked at me and smiled. I stood up and he stuck out his hand wanting me to shake it. I did and he had really soft hands and long fingers. But when I thought that with those hands he had just touched blood and whatever else was in Victoria’s body I pulled away. I wiped my hand on my jeans hoping he wouldn’t see.

Liam giggled a bit but I punched him so he would stop.

“Your baby was born, it’s a girl and she is in a perfect condition.” He said and I knew he was gonna give me the but- part. And he did.

“-But, we had some complications and it seems that your wife or girlfriend has passed away. I’m so sorry.” He said and walked away.

Liam’s mouth fell wide open and I could tell he was in as much shock as me. He didn’t say anything and I didn’t even cry. The tears wouldn’t come out. I was angry. I was angry because everyone left me.

I fell in my chair. What. WHat. WHAt. WHAT?!?

The doctor seemed so fucking calm and I hated him for that. How many people died? How many people did he give this news to? Did he ever feel bad? Maybe he should give a little more sympathy. Maybe he should’ve said it not like it was something casual, because it wasn’t. It was like he worked at a grocery store and he was telling me that there was no more milk left. It was so fucking casual.

How could he look at the people’s relatives and give such a news, so calm, so cool. That was fucked up. But it was even more fucked up when it hit me and I realized that Victoria was dead. The mother of my child was dead. And I had to raise her. I had to raise her alone.

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