Till The Lies Run Out € Larry Stylinson MPreg

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December 17th, 2016
Harry

"What do you mean? Who's dead?" My voice was trembling. I didn't want it to be true. I didn't want him to be dead.

"Niall slit his fucking wrist Harry." Liam's broken, but violent voice cut through the phone as Louis covered his mouth in shock.

"Do you know why?" I asked as tears brimmed my eyes.

"Can you and Louis just come to London? I just need someone." Liam asked as I covered the phone and turned to Louis.

"Go pack and get the boys up." I whisper before turning back to the phone while Louis scurried away.

"We will be there in a few hours with the boys. Are you in Aspen okay?" I ask as the line stayed silent for a few minutes.

"Harry, I will talk to you in London." Liam's voice was now angry. It was filled regret and pain. The line soon went dead and it left me with only one thing to think about: Did he know?

I shook my head before texting my pilot to get the private jet ready. I mentioned that he could even bring his family and I would pay all of his expensively for a trip to London. After that I run back to the twins room and began to shove their clothes into a huge suitcase.

"Dad?" I looked up to see Baylor sitting up in his bed while clutching his small stuffed bear.

"Sweetheart, get your brother up and get dressed. We are going on a trip." I said as a put outfit after outfit into the bag.

The twins quickly got up as I saw Louis pass by the door with two of the triplets in his arms. I quickly closed the suitcase before running to the backdoor where the jet was.
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