Three months later found a round Abigail and exhausted Luke in the Styles-Tomlinson’s family room. Abigail was flipping aimlessly through TV channels, her hands resting protectively on her stomach, while Luke lay sprawled out on the couch across from her, passed out.
Harry stumbled down the stairs early that afternoon, the twins in his arms, as he hurried to get them ready for a play date with Liam’s daughter.
“Are you two going to be doing this all day?” he asked loudly, stirring Luke from his sleep, who groaned in response, burying his face deeper into the couch cushions. Harry sighed and stopped, shifting the twins in his arms and staring down at Abigail who shrugged.
“It’s not like we can go out, last time we did there were like, cameras and people,” she sighed and Harry winced sympathetically. Luke had grown up in the spotlight, he was used to paps, but poor Abigail had been bombarded ever since the news of her pregnancy with Luke Styles had leaked.
Louis suddenly appeared from the stairs, straightening out his shirt and instinctively reaching for one of the twins as he approached his husband, taking Riley into his own arms. He smiled sincerely at Abigail before turning to Luke, eyebrows furrowing in concern, “Is he still asleep?”
“Well, I don’t think he’s been sleeping much at all lately,” Abigail said, eyes darting back and forth between Harry and Louis, who shared a long look, “I don’t really know why,” her voice trailed off, and Harry forced a tight smile on his face, directing it at the poor girl.
Harry knew why, and Louis must’ve as well. Three months later and Luke still doubted keeping the baby. He had a long eighteen years ahead of him.
“Alright, well, we’ll be back around three. We have a meeting tonight at six; make sure you let Luke know. The twins’ nanny should be here by then, so don’t worry about that. Try to go do something, anything, just to get out. I know it’s hard, but it’ll be good for you,” Louis said and Abigail smiled slightly and nodded timidly. Louis patted her shoulder and then turned to Harry who nodded once and led the way out of the room, bouncing a babbling Rebecca in his arms.
It took Harry and Louis a bit longer and usual to strap the twins’ into their car seats in the back of the car, tense smiles still on their faces for their girls who were far too young to grasp just what exactly had come to plague their family in the past couple of months. It must’ve been nice, to be oblivious to all the drama.
“Are you girls excited?” Louis cooed, turning around in his seat and grinning at the girls who nodded in agreement, loose ringlet curls bouncing in the pigtails there drawn up in. Louis grinned and turned to Harry, who was focused on the road, “Are you excited?”
Harry smirked, “Anything to get me out of the house. When did our one moody teenager morph into two?” he muttered and Louis sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Harry, Abigail has every right to be there with Luke-”
“She only makes him more depressed-”
“Harry!” Louis exclaimed and Harry winced, swallowing thickly.
“You’re right,” He muttered, turning to glance at Louis was staring at him sternly, “You’re right, I know. I’m sorry. It’s just, sometimes it’s easier to place blame on her then face the problem.”
Louis muttered a reply, that Harry didn’t quite hear, but it didn’t seem to matter anyways. They both knew where the other stood on the matter.
Liam’s house was modest, more modest than Harry and Louis’ and definitely more modest than Niall’s mansion and Zayn’s bachelor penthouse in London. It looked like the kind of home a lawyer would live in, maybe ever just a banker, not the home of a multi millionaire pop-star with two daughters and a lovely wife.
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Same Mistakes
FanfictionHistory has a funny way of repeating itself. A mistake of Harry’s comes back to haunt him once again, and puts to question everything he knows in his life. Including his relationship with Louis. Fourth in the New Mistakes Series. Larry Stylinson.
