Clean Slate ~ larry mpreg au

42) SAFE

Louis was at the airport.

He was waiting with Anne and Gemma right outside the arrivals gate where he knew Harry and his dad were supposed to walk out from.

The airports screens showed their plane had already landed, so it was only a matter of time.

Although he was excited to see Harry, he was also nervous, or maybe what he was feeling was actually anxiety.

Yes, it was anxiety.

Louis had his eyes stuck on the automatic doors, and when they suddenly opened, he saw Des, and right behind him, he saw Harry.

It was immediate, the feeling of having a weight lifted from his shoulders, and suddenly he didn't care about anything or anyone other than Harry Styles.

Their eyes met at a distance, and Harry cracked a smile... a perfect smile, and that was all Louis needed to ran to his husband, who opened his arms for him, and when their bodies joined together, Louis felt so happy that his eyes filled with tears.

"You're here" Louis said as he hugged him tightly.

"Yeah, I'm here" Harry chuckled, while he hugged Louis back just as tightly.

Louis looked up at Harry and the first thing he saw were his beautiful green eyes, which were tired but happy, but what caught Louis' eye next was the fact that Harry had a small cut on his lip, and what was worse, a big cut that started on his hairline and went down across his eyebrow.

"You're face, babe" Louis said, wanting to touch it, but he was scared to cause Harry pain if he did that.

"Don't worry, it's fine, it's healed a lot and it doesn't hurt anymore" Harry was quick to explain.

Louis kept looking at Harry's face feeling worried despite Harry telling him not to, but he got distracted by his husband, because he bent down and gave him a short but perfect kiss on the lips.

"I promise I'm okay" Harry told him, his expression serious.

"Harry" Anne spoke.

"Mum" Harry smiled at her, and let go of Louis so he could go to her.

"My baby" Anne said as she hugged him "I'm so happy you're home".

"Me too, mum" Harry replied.

The second they let go of each other, Gemma attacked Harry into a hug, and the boy hugged his sister just as tight as he had hugged Louis and his mum.

"Please don't ever do that to me again" Gemma told Harry "It was the worst feeling in the world".

"You could feel it?" Harry asked her.

"I felt something was wrong, just like when we were little and you broke your elbow" Gemma explained "So I mean it, don't do it to me again".

"Alright, I'll try my best not to be robbed by a gang in Central America ever again" Harry said jokingly, but Louis could hear a little bitterness in his voice.

Gemma rolled her eyes, and pushed Harry's left arm playfully.

"Oww" Harry hissed "Be careful, I have stitches there!".

"Oh my god, I'm sorry" Gemma said, her eyes huge "I'm so sorry".

"It's okay" Harry said, but his face said the opposite as he softly put his arm where Gemma had hit him.

Louis had so many questions, starting on what had caused him to get stitches in his arm, had someone used a knife on him? Or had someone hit him with something?