◢ Another World - Chapter 8

I am so sorry for the delay. Here it is.

Louis refused to leave Eleanor’s side since he found out what happened to her and the baby. The doctor informed him about her miscarriage, caused by enormous stress. Eleanor still hasn’t woken up, and sometimes Louis wished she wouldn’t, so he would never have to tell her.

Although Louis knew that it was never his, he’s somehow developed fondness towards their unborn child. He planned on taking classes and reading books on how to take care of kids, even asked his mum for advice since he was too nervous and excited to be a father. Now it’s all useless, Louis thought to himself. He wasn’t, or had ever been keen on spending the rest of his life with Eleanor, but the thought of taking care of a child made him keep on going, since he had always loved children, being the one to take care of his little sisters before he skyrocketed into fame.

“Lou?” Harry’s voice was soft. His hand rested on Louis’ cheek and he leaned to Harry’s touch. He had been tremendously understanding of the situation, taking care of both Louis and Eleanor, even after what the latter had done to him. “Liam’s just arrived; him and Niall are coming in here in a second while I go get us some clothes from our flat. Is that alright?”

Louis took Harry’s hand and enveloped his own over them, his thumb caressing the soft skin of Harry’s hand as he looked at him. “Take Niall with you.”

“Zayn’s already in the car.” Harry could see the way Louis’ expression change at the mention of Zayn’s name. “Don’t worry.” Harry said before planting a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll be back in an hour, okay?” Louis nodded resignedly, not finding the strength in him to argue any further.

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“Do you think Louis is going to be fine?” Harry turned around from his closet, dropping the clothes back to his drawers to face Zayn.

“What?” Zayn shifted uncomfortably on the edge of Harry’s bed.

“Do you-”

“I heard what you said. What I’m asking is what made you think that.” Zayn shifted again, this time finding a position he was finally satisfied with. “Harry, he’s going to be fine.”

Harry lowered his head, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he spoke. “Zayn we don’t know that.” He could feel Zayn’s eyes on him, waiting for him to continue.  “I don’t know. What if- what if he decides to stay with Eleanor because he feels responsible for this? What if Eleanor asked him to stay and he says yes? What if he-” He stopped, seeing Zayn’s feet across his, feeling his warmth enveloping his body.

“Louis loves you too much to even think of hurting you again.” Zayn caressed the back of his head, letting him rest his head on his shoulder. “We may not know what exactly is going on in his head all the time, but the only thing I, and everyone to be precise, know is that you’re the most important person in his life.”

Harry lifted up his head and looked at Zayn. “I’m sorry.”

Zayn smiled at him. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“I used you and I never should have done it. Now I ruined your relationship with Louis.” Harry looked down again, fighting the tears from falling.

“Look,” Zayn lifted up his head, with both of his hands around Harry’s face. “I’d love to say that I regret being part of any of this, but I don’t. At first I thought I was just having some silly crush, I blame it all on your perfect curls and those dimples. But then the more time I spent with you, I finally realised Louis’ reason for putting up with you. You’re one special kid.”

Harry smiled as he put his arms around Zayn’s waist, nuzzling his head on his neck. “I really hope you mean a good kind of special.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Zayn mocked him, ruffling his hair before he pulled away. “We better get this done quick before Louis gets the search team after you.”

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Harry found Louis slumped against the wall, hands through his hair, crying. He ran to him as fast as his legs could let him, surrounding his arms around Louis’ shaking body. “Lou, shh- it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

They stayed like this for quite a while, until Louis finally spoke. “I told her, and- and she- she started crying, I didn’t know what to do, she said it’s my fault, she said it’s all my fault.”

Harry cradled him in his arms and let Louis cry to him. “She’s just tired,” He heard his voice shaking, swallowing back his tears, he continued. “She just needs some time alone, to think, to wrap her mind around what happened. We’ll talk to her tomorrow. Alright?”

Louis nodded and Harry wiped his tear stained cheeks with his thumb, helping him up with his free hand around Louis’ waist. 

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Harry ran Louis a bath, making sure to have the right temperature just how Louis likes it. He helped him dress and get himself ready for bed, pulling the duvet up to his chest as he kissed his temple before leaving to prepare them something to eat.

Harry returned an hour and a half later, with a tray full of food in his hand. He came in the room and was not very surprised to find Louis on his side, staring blankly into space, hands tapping the side of their bed. “Couldn’t sleep?” Harry placed the tray on their bedside table as he positioned himself next to Louis, putting his arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

Louis turned around to face Harry, resting their foreheads against each other’s. “I was waiting for you.” He said, pressing a deep kiss to Harry’s lips. Louis’ hand had already made its way under the thin material of Harry’s shirt, unyielding even after Harry’s weak protest.

“Lou-” Harry pulled away, trying to withdraw Louis’ hand from inside his shirt.

“Please, Harry. I want you. Need you.” Louis resumed kissing him, determined to get Harry to give in.

Harry let out one deep sigh before moving on top of Louis, swiftly pinning his hands on top of his head. “Let me.” Harry breathed, letting go of his hands, trusting him to keep them where it is. They are once again connected, lips parting to let their tongues delve into each other’s mouths.

Harry understood Louis, understood how much stress he is going though, and was more than happy to oblige in helping him take off some steam.

Louis groaned as he felt Harry bite onto the skin of his neck, leaving his mark. His kisses moved down painstakingly slowly, and Louis found himself clutching tightly onto the bed sheets, his whole body quaking with anticipation as Harry started stripping him off of his clothes.

Harry moved lower, kissing his way down to Louis’ chest, stomach and to his cock, dark and glistening with pre-come. Harry’s hands held him in place, grabbing tightly on his thighs as he took him all in his mouth, tongue licking, swirling at the head, back arching from stimulation.

Louis gasped at the feel of Harry’s finger pressing, circling at his entrance, teasing, slowly nudging a fraction and retracting it immediately. “Harry- fuck. Please.” He murmured, moving his body down to push himself on Harry’s finger.

Harry pulled away and sat up; spreading Louis’ legs further. Their eyes locked before Harry returned to his previous position, this time wrapping a hand on Louis’ cock, slowly increasing his pace, and started lapping at his hole, fucking him with his tongue, until he was a whimpering mess, and coming all over Harry’s hand.

“Okay?” Harry whispered against Louis’ ear as he came to lie next to him, wrapping his long arms around his naked body. 

Louis nodded, smiling. “Thank you.” Louis hummed pleasantly, nuzzling his head onto the curve of Harry’s shoulder.

“I completely forgot that you get horny when you’re stressed.” He chuckled. “What would you do without me, Lou?”

“I don’t know, Haz. I honestly don’t know.” Louis whispered against his skin before letting his eyes drop and dozed off to sleep..

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