Unexpected Love - Larry Stylinson AU (Mpreg)

23.

Louis;

2 months I've been gone. No contact with anyone.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I mean, how has Harry been? Does he even know I've gone? I miss the curly haired boy like mad and his little clone, Belle.

I just want to go home and cuddle up to him, watching his favourite films. Eating chocolate and popcorn. Belle coming running upto us and sitting in between us. The old blanket wrapped around us all. I want to become a family with him again, however, I think we both need to be honest with each other.

Open up about everything, nothing left a secret.

I need to tell him about everything. My family, my past relationships...my son, Noah.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I walked over to the door and slowly opened it to see a stressed looking Zayn. I raised my eyebrow and smiled slightly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking down at his hands. He held a mass pile of what I assumed to be letters. I looked back up at Zayn who now supported a sad look.

"I need to give you these." He admitted. I sighed and reached out of them. Zayn placed them in my hands and I held them close. I looked down at the handwriting, my name written in perfect script.

Harry.

"He's not doing great Lou. You need to come back." I stared at my name, neatly written on the crisp white envelope. "He's home as well, he says it's horrible without you and that he hates it." I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. I can't believe he actually went home. "He's living in your jumper Lou. He won't let any of us wash it, he says if we do then it won't smell like you anymore, even though you use the same wash powder." Zayn gave out a slight chuckle. I looked back up and Zayn, smiling lightly.

"He's an idiot." I choked. Zayn pulled me into a hug and sighed. We just stood there, in each others embrace. It felt nice to have some human interaction for once, even if it's not Harry.

"Think about it Lou, read the letters. See you soon Bud." Zayn let go of me and walked out the door, swiftly closing it behind him. I was left stood in the boring hotel room, clutching a pile of Harry's hand written notes. I stared at the door, pushing myself to leave but my legs wouldn't move. I took hold of the first letter, allowing all the others to fall to the floor. I turned it over and slowly ripped it open. The white paper shining brightly in the hotel light, the black pen practically screaming at me.

'Dear Louis,

I have no idea where you are right now and this is like the 4th letter I've written to you, kinda pathetic isn't it? I guess I just really miss you.

I can't believe you've been gone so long. Where are you Boo? I'll come fetch you, I promise. I've moved back home, it's horrible without you. I miss you standing in the kitchen, butt naked, making breakfast while Belle is still sleeping. I miss your warm cuddles at night. I miss your sweet kisses and your singing.

Nothing feels right without you...

I guess it was my fault you left. I'm so sorry, I don't know how many times I can apologise to you. It was awful of me, I just didn't know what to do. It's too soon for me to rush into things, especially after Josh.

Come home and I'll tell you everything, I 100% promise Lou.

No more secrets.

Come home boobear.

Love you lots,

Hazzabear x'

My eyes were now blurry. The words becoming smudged together. My tears staining the paper in my hands. I was killing him more than I thought I would...and now it's killing me. I dropped the letter to the floor allowing it to float softly onto all of the others, I reached over to the cabinet and grabbed my car keys, walking out of the room.