Rather Be - Larry Stylinson mpreg

Fight

"Harry, talk to me." Louis pleads, "Tell me what's going on."

Harry shakes his head, "C-Can y-you just g-go?"

"Haz, c'mon, tell me."

"Just go, please." Harry whispers, "I don't want to talk."

Louis sighs, "I'll be here if you need me."

"Aren't you gonna go see Eleanor?" Harry covers his mouth after what he says. It sounded so harsh. So bitter.

"What?"

"Nothing." Harry lies but Louis sees right through him.

"Say it again, Harry, I'm not going to be mad." Louis assures him, "What about Eleanor?"

"...I asked if you were gonna go see her..."

Louis sighs, "No, I'm not going to."

"You will be later." Harry mumbles as he sniffles.

"What's going on Harry? Does it have to do with Eleanor?"

Harry doesn't answer and just turns around so that he doesn't face Louis. But Louis walks to the other side of the bed so Harry turns around again.

"Harry, don't do this. Just talk to me babe."

"I don't want to talk to you." Harry mutters into his pillow throwing the blanket over his head.

"You're acting like a baby, Harry. C'mon."

Harry stays quiet until Louis let's out a frustrated sigh, "Why are you still with Eleanor?"

"What do mean?"

"Why are you still with her? Why haven't you broken up with her?"

"You know why Harry."

"No, I don't. Explain." Harry says, getting up off the bed.

"Harry, I can't just...break up with her."

"Why not?"

"Because...then people might start questioning."

"Questioning what?"

"Me and you."

"Is that bad?"

"Harry," Louis' eyes well up, stepping closer to Harry but he backs away, "No, it's not bad..."

"Then why can't you break up with her?"

"Because...I'm not ready for that...for coming out..."

"Then you aren't ready for this. You aren't ready for me."

"Harry, please, don't do this to me."

Harry shakes his head with a sad laugh, "You're not even making an effort to break up with her. I can't keep hiding like this, Louis. I don't want to hide. I didn't want to hide. That's why I came out."

"I can't just come out!"

"And I can't just keep hiding!" Harry shouts back, "Call me when you're ready, Louis. Because I'm tired of this. I don't want to fight with you. I love you-"

Louis cuts him off, "Then, why are you doing this?"

Harry ignores his question, "I love you and you say that you love me too but...b-but you can't even come out for me or at least try...and I don't know if you'll ever be you're ready to."

"I will be ready, Harry. Just not now."

"Then, when? Hm? There is never going to be a right time, Louis! You just have to do it." Harry wipes his cheeks and sniffles, "And when you do, if...then, I'll know you're really ready for this."

"...Maybe I won't want this, us, anymore." Louis regrets what he says the moment it comes out of his mouth.

Harry doesn't know how to respond to that so he just nods, "If that's how you feel then, okay..."

"Haz, no, I'm sor-"

"Just go, Louis. Figure out what you want because I'm done."

"Baby, n-"

"Just go, Louis!" Harry shouts.

"I'm sorry." Louis whispers before walking away, "I love you." He says before shutting the bedroom door leaving Harry alone.

Harry let's out a broken sob, hitting the closest wall over and over again until his hand becomes numb. He rests his forehead against the wall as he cries and gasps for air, "I love you, too."