Those Curls

Chapter 33

Liam's P.O.V

I heard a small knock at the front door and walked over to it. I looked through the peep hole and saw Brooklyn. I opened the door and Brooklyn faked a smile at me. I could tell something was wrong with her, and I had a bad feeling about this.

"Hey Li. Um... Can we talk?" She never asked to talk to me before. She usually just does it. She was obviously nervous about something. I nodded and moved aside from the door frame. She walked in slowly and made her way upstairs to her room. Sophie and Lux were sitting on the floor playing with dolls.

"Cookie, what's wrong?" I walked behind her and into her bedroom. I sat down on the bed next to Brookie. She was looking down at her hands, trying to chip off some of the pink nail polish that was on her thumb. "Brooklyn." I said. She looked up and then back down. "Brooklyn, tell me what's wrong!" I said a little too forcefully. She looked up at me and took a shaky breath.

"Liam, I'm... I'm um... I'm giving Harry another chance. The girls going back and forth isn't a good idea, not at this young age. And he said management made him do it. Leave me, that is. He said he was done with management, and if they told him to break it off or do something like date Caroline he wouldn't. I just... I feel like I owe it to Lux and Sophie. Please don't be mad. I'm sorry." I looked at her in pure shock.

After all Harry did to her, she's going back to him? Why aren't I good enough for her? Did I not take care of Sophie and Lux enough or did I not help Brooklyn through her pregnancy with Sophie while Harry was out partying? The only time I wasn't with her during those nine months was the birth, and that was because I was at Harry's birthday. He would know something was up if I wasn't there and I didn't want that to happen becuase Brooklyn wanted to hide Sophie. I didn't have a choice.

"Fine. Go back to Harry, but when he leaves you again, don't come running to me again." I stood up, looked at Brooklyn with tears in her eyes and walked out. I heard her slam the bedroom door behind me and I felt tears rimming my eyes, too. I really love her, and Harry has screwed up every chance for me to be with her.

Brooklyn's P.O.V

I ran all the way to Louis' flat with tears streaming down my face. My mom was watching the girls and she knew I needed Lou.

I knew Harry had told Lou about us getting back together, so I wouldn't have to explains that, but I would have to explain how the breakup with Liam went.

Louis opened the door and I ran into his chest, letting the tears fall harder than they were before. He helped me over to the couch and sat down. I wanted to stop crying so I could talk to Louis, but I couldn't. I didn't know what I was going to do without Liam in my life. What if I was wrong about giving Harry another chance and he did leave me and the girls again?

I finally calmed down after about thirty minutes and I was lying with my head in Louis' lap. He was playing with my hair, probably waiting for me to start talking. I know how Louis is, and he doesn't like to start a big conversation that he doesn't really know anything about. He will say Hi love and start a conversation but he won't ask questions and pressure you into talking to him, and I love that about Louis.

"He told me to go away, and he yelled at me. Liam has never, to once in my life, yelled at me." I said, my voice just above a whisper. He nodded and gave me a sympathetic look.

"I don't think you understand how much Liam really loves you. You were all he could talk about on the X-Factor, and before we did anything and we had a free second, he was on the phone with you. Brook, you should've seen his face when he talked to you. He smiled like an idiot, and sometimes he would smile all through rehearsals because he talked to you before them." I couldn't help but smile. I remember all the times I would get in trouble for talking to Liam at work.

I worked at a smoothie shop that me and Liam both used to work at, called Smoothie Twist. My boss was a really hard headed man, and anytime I wasn't doing anything I was supposed to, he would always threaten I will fire you Miss Greene and I'm so close to having you pack up your things. It makes me laugh now, but back then I took it a bit too seriously.

"I know you don't want to talk about when you came here with the pregnancy test, but I looked it up on the Internet and sometimes they are wrong. Eleanor had some and she left them here, so if you want to double check, they're in the bathroom. I just want you to be sure." I looked at him and nodded. He was right, I probably needed to double check even though I was 99.9% sure I wasn't pregnant.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed three tests from under the sink. I used three, washed my hands and set them down in a line on the counter. I unlocked the door and went back to Louis on the couch. He was on his phone, so I peeked at what he was doing. Twitter. His tweet was,

@Louis_Tomlinson: Larry is not real! Get that through your heads! We are friends, not lovers! I have younger sisters who see this crap every day. Please, just stop.

He was right. Larry Stylinson was taken way to far by some of the fans. I knew that Eleanor and Louis' relationship had been better before, but the fans couldn't seem to get that through their minds.

"How long do the tests take?" Louis asked me once I took my old seat with my head in his lap. I shrugged and looked to the wall in front of us.

"Probably ten." I said. Louis nodded and put his phone down on my stomach.

We sat there, looking at the wall in silence for ten minutes. There was nothing abnormal about the wall, but it was the only thing not too awkward to look at.

"I think it's been ten minutes." Louis said. I got up and went back to the bathroom. I looked at all three of the tests. Positive. Positive. Positive.