Not So Simple

Chapter Six

When Louis wakes up, everything's white and he momentarily thinks he died somehow. His mind's feeling fuzzy and suddenly, it hits him. He'd passed out, and Harry and their mums had been right there. Harry...

He mutters out his name, though it's croaky and no louder than a whisper. Louis groans. Where are the doctors? Or the nurses? Or anyone, really. He's just in a big white room all by himself and it's rather scary. His breathing picks up to where he's gasping for breath, because where is he and where is Harry?

"Whoa, whoa, calm down there, Louis. You're alright," Louis looks to where the voice is coming from and finds Dr. Loren walking into his room. Why does she look like that? Almost sympathetic and saddened.

"What happened?" Louis asks urgently, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

Dr. Loren purses her lip. "Well, you passed out, and your boyfriend drove you here. He was worried sick, still is. Your mum is here as well, also worried."

"Can you bring him in here?" Louis asks, his eyes brightening slightly. Now Harry can stop being worried, because everything's fine. He's fine, the baby's fine... Wait. Is the baby fine? "Wait!" he calls out to Dr. Loren, but she's already left to go get Harry. It takes everything Louis has to not start hyperventilating again. The baby's fine, the baby's fine, the baby's fine, he chants back and forth in his mind.

Harry's in there not even a minute later, running up to the bed and holding Louis tightly. Louis' limp in his arms. The only thing on his mind is the well being of his baby.

"How's the baby?" Louis questions, backing away from Harry and looking into his eyes anxiously. Harry opens his mouth to answer, but closes it quickly, shaking his head. That's all it takes for Louis to have tears stinging his eyes. Why does everyone look like that today? His baby is fine. It is.

"What? Harry, I asked how's the baby?" His voice is harsher this time, though he doesn't mean for it to be.

Harry looks down to his feet, placing a curl behind his ear. "There is no baby... Y-You mis-"

"No, Harry, tell me the truth. The baby didn't die. What happened to my baby?"

"Louis, I already told you!! You miscarried, okay? Stop refusing to believe it, because it happened and there's nothing we can do about it!" Harry chokes out, eyes stinging with his own tears. He blinks them back furiously, and Louis starts shaking his head repeatedly, back and forth, back and forth.

"I..." Louis cuts off, his body shaking with sobs and covering his eyes with his arms so Harry can't see him cry. Harry's soon beside him, though, lying next to him and stroking his hair out of his face. He whispers some soothing words, but they do nothing, absolutely nothing to soothe Louis. Their baby is gone, dead, all because of him. He's the one who miscarried. Harry should hate him right now.

Louis scuffles away from Harry, trying to get away from him and his fake comfort. "Stop," he whimpers, "just stop it, Harry."

Harry gets the message, backing away from him. "Stop what, love?"

"You hate me! You hate me because of what I did to our baby. You should've been the one to carry it, not me. I killed it, Haz. Literally killed it."

"Lou, listen to me; you did no such thing. The baby died because of natural causes. Nobody really knows what happened, but it had nothing to do with how you carried it. And I don't hate you. I love you so, so much." Louis refuses to look at him. It IS his fault, Harry's just too kindhearted and naïve to accept it. "Look at me," Harry says forcefully, and Louis does so, his blue eyes meeting Harry's green ones. Both of them are filled with tears that have yet to be shed, making them appear to be glassy and watery. "I love you," he repeats, and Louis feels he might be genuine after all. But their baby is still gone. Harry loving him doesn't change that.