Daddy

Chapter 7 - Rewrite

I decided that I didn't like the previous chapter 7, so just go by this one rather than the last chapter 7. If you read the last chapter 7, forget about everything in it. :)

"Louis, what is this?" Harry asked. He sounded like he was probably angry, which Louis definitely didn't want, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. 

"A sonogram from my appointment," Louis said simply, walking out afterwards. It was clear that Harry was angry or upset 

Harry got up and followed him to the kitchen, "What the hell do you want me to do with this? Did you want me to keep it, plaster it up on a wall somewhere, brag about my pregnant boyfriend that I've never even had sex with?" 

"I just figured that you'd want to know, Harry. I don't give a shit what you do with the sonogram. The father doesn't want to be a part of it, though, said that we're friends that made a drunken mistake," Louis said, shaking his head. He didn't have time for Harry's bullshit right now. 

"So Eleanor was right?" Harry asked, shaking his head at Louis. 

"Eleanor was right about what?" 

"Eleanor said you were pregnant, but I didn't believe her. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and basically called her a liar all because you didn't think to tell me that you were fucking pregnant," Harry all but shouted. 

"So what?" Louis shrugged, "You made that choice, I had nothing to do with it." 

"You had everything to do with it, Louis! If it weren't for you making drunk mistakes, I wouldn't have called my best friend a liar, I wouldn't have given an idiot the benefit of the doubt, I wouldn't have slept with a pregnant guy, I wouldn't be in this damn situation right now!" Harry yelled at Louis. 

"It's not my fault," Louis whimpered. 

"What's not your fault? You being stupid, getting drunk, and having sex with your "friend" and getting pregnant? Then whose fucking fault is it, Louis?" 

"It's not just my fault, you asshole. It takes two to tango, this was not the product of me getting drunk. This was the product of me getting drunk and my friend fucking me. Don't act like it's all my fault," Louis said, trying to keep his voice low and calm. 

"It is your fault, though!" Harry shouted. 

Louis nodded, put his cup in the sink, and walked out of the kitchen calmly. He walked quickly to Harry's guest bedroom, walking in and locking the door behind himself. He heard glass being shattered before Harry's door was slammed shut across the hall. 

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Louis got up at his normal time, going to the bathroom before deciding that he needed to eat. He would use the stupid excuse that he was eating for three, but that's not the reason that he was hungry. He was hungry because he was a human being that needed to eat to stay alive. 

He walked to the kitchen, craving ramen noodles. He pulled out a glass soup bowl and put two cups of water in it, moving back to the cabinet to decide whether he wanted the shrimp one or the chicken one. He closed his eyes and picked one randomly, noticing that it was shrimp. He scrunched his nose and replaced it with the chicken one, thinking that even though it seemed like a good idea, shrimp was making his stomach turn. 

He cut the package and broke the brick into small pieces, dropping it into the water. He preferred making the noodles in the microwave because doing it that way added a bit of a chewiness to it. He put the bowl into the microwave and put 4 minutes on the timer. 

He walked over to the trash bin, the lid lifting as he stepped on the lever (what the fuck is that thing actually called - if you know, comment so I'm not confused). As he was throwing his trash away, minus the flavor packet, he noticed the sonogram sitting there, balled up at the top of the trash. 

He knew that Harry wasn't happy with him or the fact that he was pregnant, but was it really necessary to just crumple up the picture of his kids and throw it away? Louis was so hurt by Harry's actions that he just pressed stop on the microwave, not hungry anymore. 

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"Can I stay with you for a bit?" Louis asked when Liam picked up. 

"Why?"

"Harry's being a dick about me being pregnant. You're the one that knocked me up, the least you could do is let me stay with you until he gets over himself," Louis said. 

"I can't right now, my house is full," Liam sighed.

And just like that, Louis had nowhere else to go that he knew he'd be safe. He had almost no one else that he could call that would let him stay with them. He looked through his contacts again, this time stopping on Eleanor's name. 

"Hey Lou, what's up?" Eleanor's cheery voice came through the phone. 

"Umm, nothing much.... Can I crash at yours for a bit?" Louis asked. 

"I guess, why?" Eleanor asked suspiciously. 

"Harry isn't too happy with me right now and I stopped paying my share of rent and was replaced at my old apartment. So I just need somewhere to go for a little bit," Louis explained, leaving out certain details in his explanation. 

"When will you be here?" 

"Umm, the sooner, the better," Louis said, looking around Harry's place. He'd really like to be out of the house before Harry got back home. He didn't want to even see Harry's face after he'd seen the sonogram in the trash. 

"You can come over whenever you need," Eleanor said before lowering her voice, "The key is taped to the bottom of the mailbox.

"Thanks, I'll be there soon," Louis said as he packed a bag of things that he'd need and his clothing. 

Before leaving, Liam was going to drive him to Eleanor's house, he took the sonogram out of the trash, turning it over and writing in pen on the back: "even though you had every right to be mad, there was no reason to throw the sonogram away. i'm not coming back for a while. enjoy the empty house. l" He purposely wrote in all lowercase letters, because he's just passive aggressive like that. 

"Thank you for driving me, Li," Louis said as he got into the passenger seat after he'd thrown his bag into the backseat. 

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Harry walked into the house, enjoying the peace and quiet that surrounded him compared to the normal noisiness that he'd normally come home to. He went upstairs and grinned as he saw his bed made. He quickly stripped himself of his clothing and laid underneath the heavy blankets, falling asleep easily after a long and stressful day at work. 

When he woke up a few hours later, expecting a boy to be underneath his arm or behind him, he searched the empty bed for someone - really, he was searching for anyone, he didn't honestly care who. He walked downstairs to eat and get a cup of water, and realized that Louis wasn't anywhere to be seen. He walked into the kitchen and reached to grab a cup, a crumpled piece of paper catching his attention in the process. He ignored it for now, telling himself that he would read it in the morning.