Sorry I haven't updated I've been on a school trip to France all week with no internet! And to the person who reviewed my fanfic rather criticisingly - this story is AU - as stated in the description - which means alternative universe. Which means, Louis can cook in this, not Harry. Can I also just say, I'm only just 15, so sorry if my fanfic is not 100% grammatically correct. And yes, they would call each other babe because Louis calls 'Eleanor Calder' babe. So yeah, if you don't like it, don't read it :P
Two Weeks Later
"What's wrong?" Harry plonked down Louis' bag as he closed the door behind him. "You're finally home."
"In crutches." Louis held up his stabilizers to emphasise.
"Well, you can hardly moan. You nearly died, babe."
"No, it's not just that. It's... well, the last time I was here, we-"
"Shhh..." Harry walked up to him and put a finger on his lips, running his other hand through his hair. "That's in the past. Come here." Harry leaned in, and replaced his finger with his lips, keeping them their for a few seconds, before letting go and gently pulling Louis in for a hug.
"Love you."
"I know. And here," Harry bent over the cabinet with the phone on it and picked up something shiny. He held out Louis' hand and gently slipped it on his ring finger. "Back to normal." Harry gently scratched the back of Louis' neck. "And I've got a surprise. Follow me." his hand ran down Louis' back and found a hand, as he interlocked his fingers with the older boy's. As Harry opened the living room door, Louis could of sworn he heard hushed whispers and scuffling-
"SURPRISE!" a group of people chanted as the couple entered the room. Louis gasped with shock, as he instantly recognised everyone, lined up along the living room, through to the dining room that was joined on to it. His mother, Jo, was smiling sweetly next to Liam, who was hand in hand with Sofia. Next to them were Niall and Zayn, who were also holding hands. Anne was on the left, standing next to a small table piled up with presents. Louis just stood there, taken aback.
"Welcome back sweety," he found himself in Jo's arms.
"Good to see you, mate." Liam clapped him on the back, before Zayn and Niall did the same, careful not to damage him. Then Sofia gave him a big hug.
"Thanks for rescuing me, you two." Louis smiled weakly at Sofia and Zayn. Harry looked down, supposedly ashamed, before Louis thought it wise to change the subject. "Thanks everyone. Who's idea was this...?"
"Harry's, of course, mate!" Niall exclaimed. Louis instantly turned to Harry at this point.
"You're so thoughtful, sometimes."
The surprise party went down very well. It was alcohol free, but everyone was still having a great time. They played Twister, went on the Wii and ate a great meal cooked by Jo and Anne. At the end of it, everyone was very worn out, so they all left the flat to go to Jo's house, to lounge about in a bigger living room. But things soon turned sour, of course.
"Would you like a glass of wine, Anne?" Jo came in the room with a bottle. Anne looked shocked.
"But... what about Louis?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine, I don't even like wine that much, anyway." Louis had barely looked up; he was very comfortable snuggled in to Harry's side.
"Oh, go on, then." Anne waved her hand carelessly, as Jo handed her a glass and poured out the sauvignone blanc (see, I can spell!). "I would have thought most alcoholics would want anything, though, Lou." she added casually, but then realised she said the wrong thing when Jo stopped pouring.
"Did you just call my son an alcoholic?" Jo pointed the bottle at the seated Anne accusingly.
"Mum..." Louis moaned, rubbing Harry's chest area through his polo neck.
"What? You're not a bloody alcoholic, Louis, you went through a tough patch. It's not your fault."
"Oh yeah?" Anne stood up. "So who's fault was it, then, huh?" she squared up to the other woman. They were both equally matched - no height difference, even though they were both wearing high heels.
"Well, it's... sorry, Harry, but it was your fault! You admitted it yourself!" Jo momentarily turned to Harry, looking for support.
"Well, I-" Harry looked shifty, not knowing to go with his heart or brain.
"Look," Louis piped up. "It's not anyone's fault. Harry dumped me" - everyone gasped, and Louis paused for a second - "and then I chose to get hammered. He didn't exactly force the stuff down my throat." Louis quoted Sofia, who looked warily at Zayn. Niall and Liam pretended to watch the film that was on.
"You dumped him?" Jo gasped once more.
"It was a mistake." Harry pulled Louis in closer.
"I don't care, Harry, you promised me you'd look after him! You knew he'd only get drunk if you got rid of him!"
"I am here, you know-" Louis said amongst Jo and Harry.
"Yes, but I didn't realise he'd be wanting a baby three months later!" Harry leapt up defensively, while everyone gasped again.
"A baby?" Sofia repeated.
"Exactly! So it wasn't my Harry's fault! Louis, he's eighteen years old, how can you expect him to have a kid this early on?"
"I can't!" Louis winced as he too leapt up. Harry fussed around him and held him by his waist. "I know that, and the reason why we didn't tell you all is because you don't bloody understand! You don't know what I feel." Louis then looked at Harry. "Not even you." He sighed, picked up his crutches and walked away from Harry's embrace.
"Lou, wait-" Harry left after him.
"Well, now look what you've done." Anne turned to Jo again.
"Me? You started it by calling my son an alcoholic!" the other started to file out as Jo and Anne carried on.
"You blamed the whole thing on Harry!" Anne jabbed the other woman's chest.
"You blamed the whole thing on Louis!" Jo repeated the hand action.
"You know what?"
"What?" Jo sounded bitter.
"My Harry doesn't deserve that alky son of your's." Anne scrunched up her nose.
"You bloody cow!" Jo seized a chunky of silky, long black hair and pulled down. "Don't you dare say things like that about my son!"
"LET GO!" Anne screamed, as she wormed her way out of Jo's grasp - "You're the cow," - and slapped her round the face.
"Mum!" Harry stood in the doorway, mouth wide open.
"Sh- she started it Harry!"
"Get out of my house." Jo turned her voice to a deadly tone, which reminded Harry of Louis in a weird way.
"Just go, mum." Harry looked down, as his mother passed him in the doorway, hand held to the side of her head. Once he heard the door softly close, he moved in the lounge. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Look, I'm sorry-"
"Don't be. You were right in what you said. But mum-"
"What?"
"Mum didn't mean to cause any harm." Harry looked Jo in the eye.
"I know she didn't, love, I know she didn't." Jo walked up to Harry and gave him a hug. "Where's Louis?"
"Here." Louis entered the room, as Jo pulled back.
"I'll leave you two to it. You can stop here for the night, if you like." Then she added in a whisper to Harry: "Good luck."
"Hi." Harry said once Jo had left.
"Hi." Louis replied weakly.
"It wasn't fair, what you said before."
"I know, I'm sorry." Louis looked down nervously.
"It's not my fault I don't understand. I'm only a kid myself, Lou."
"I know."
"No, but do you? I don't think you get it, Louis. I've already sacrificed so much to be with you-"
"Yes, I know-"
"My home, my friends, my social life - my mum, Louis, my mum. We haven't been the same since she found out about you and I, I just know it."
"But it's all been worth it, hasn't it? We've both got what we wanted. When I met you, my heart skipped a beat, and when we first kissed, it was like magic... you're a truly beautiful person, Harry, inside and out. You're perfect. And now I realise..." Louis slowly walked his way up to Harry, ditching his crutches. "I had no right to... jeopardise... to risk our relationship so early on, when I know I'd never be the same without you. I was wrong. I am wrong." Louis whispered, putting a hand on Harry's cheek.
"Does this mean...?"
"Yes... yes it does. We'll wait, Haz. We'll - I'll wait to have a baby with you, even if it takes twenty years, because nothing in the world is more important to me right now than you."
"Thank you. Thank you so much, Lou." Harry bent down and buried his head in to the crook of Louis' neck. "This means so much."
"It's okay... everything's going to be okay."
In bed, that night, Harry felt the warm, sweet breath of Louis linger on his neck. They were spooning again, but Harry in front this time. For the first time in his loved, Harry felt loved and needed, by someone other than his mum.
