Harry avoided Louis like the plague after that, unaware that Louis would cry himself to sleep every night. Unaware of the turmoil going on inside his head. And the more Harry avoided him, the more his hatred for Harry grew. It got to the point where he didn't even like looking in the mirror after taking a shower, afraid that he would catch a glance of his stomach.

An unwanted reminder of Harry.

Thinking about the baby made him think of Harry, it was only natural. But the continuous pain of being ignored only made Louis resent their baby more and more with each passing day. Until he no longer cared for it at all. He didn't want it, or anything to do with it.

Louis began considering if he should abort or not. He couldn't have the baby alone when he was only a minor and didn't have any money to support it. If he wanted to abort, he had to tell his parents and that was not going to happen. Themselves being Christian wouldn't even support him aborting it anyway. Then again, he thought that maybe his father would be okay with him getting an abortion, his mother, on the other hand, would be completely against it, especially when it was her grandbaby's life on the line. But none of this mattered when Louis still couldn't tell his father because of the simple fact that he would be totally disappointed that his perfect son got pregnant in the first place.

But it was still his body, so it was his choice.

When he got back from school one day, he stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the descending steps. He kept wondering if he should do it. He had read about it online, how it could solve his problem. But he also read how the fall could injure him. Throwing himself down the stairs in hope to cause a miscarriage was risky more than it was a simple solution. He could die if he hurt his neck or fractured his spine, but it wasn't too likely.

With that thought in mind, Louis took two steps back, aware that he was alone. He only had an hour left before his mom was supposed to get back from her shopping trip with Anne.

He took a deep breath and went for it. He thought he would be able to do it, but something stopped him and he held onto the railing. He started shaking and took a seat on the first step. What the hell was he thinking? He wasn't a murderer, he couldn't kill a baby. He and Harry were the ones to blame, not an innocent baby that hadn't asked to be conceived.

He got up and went to bed, not even bothering to eat something. He ignored his mom when she knocked on his door, closing his eyes and faking that he was asleep. It worked when she covered him with a blanket and ran her fingers through his hair. She kissed his forehead before she left, and as soon as she was gone, it wasn't long before Louis burst out crying again.

He spent the whole afternoon in bed wondering what he should do. He couldn't have the baby. He couldn't abort it and couldn't tell his parents that he had fucked up. That he had ruined his whole life. And he was definitely too embarrassed to tell them that Harry was out of the picture. The only option was to hide his pregnancy as long as he could, but he wouldn't be able to when his mom was the nosiest person Louis had ever known.

What he really wanted to do was hide his pregnancy until the baby was born, and then give it up to a good family. Yes, that was the best option. With adoption in mind, the baby would be going to a new family. Louis didn't care who as long it was out of his life. Afterward he could resume normally as if it had never happened, move on, and forget Harry even existed.

Later that night when he came down for dinner he couldn't even look at his parents for the duration of the entire meal. Even though guilt filled his mind, nothing was going to change it.

A few weeks passed and the end of the school year was approaching. It was late May and Harry was still acting like he didn't exist, and in turn Louis acted like the he and the baby didn't either, despite still having morning sickness. But thank God that it was only in the mornings or late in the evenings.

It was currently the Sunday before the last week of his Junior year. Louis was dressed in his Sunday best. His nice trousers were fitting a little more snug than they used to, but Louis was just happy that he could still button them. However while he was sitting on the pew listening to Pastor Paul preaching his usual sermon about Jesus Christ and his twelve disciples, Louis untucked his shirt and undid his pants because they were cutting into his skin and making it hard for him to breathe due to their tightness. Fuck, if his belly wasn't getting bigger than maybe all the extra baby weight was going to his ass.

When service was finally over, Louis stood up with the rest of his family and quickly re-buttoned his pants while they weren't looking and followed them out of the church. Louis prayed that they were going to go straight home instead of socialize like his parents usually did with the other members, particularly with the Styles. But God was not on Louis' side today, for his mom saw Anne and immediately went to her, striking up a conversation about the latest knitting pattern that she had found in the latest issue of Home and Garden magazine. His dad betrayed him further by talking to Robin about some sports game that they had watched.

Louis rolled his eyes and proceed to make his way toward the car. But first he had to go down the stairs which then lead to the parking lot.

As he moved past his parents, he saw Harry out of the corner of his eyes but didn't acknowledge his presence like he knew he wouldn't in return.

"Fucking bastard." He cursed his baby daddy under his breath and continued walking past him.

Then he approached the steps and was about to place his foot down on the first one when he heard Aiden calling out his name.

"Louis, wait up!"

Louis, if he was honest, did not want to see Aiden. He was still embarrassed about running away from him at the party. But he just couldn't have sex with his classmate. It felt wrong when he still had feelings for Harry despite everything. However, he knew that he couldn't avoid Aiden forever.

Louis twisted around, to see behind him, but he lost his balance and accidentally let go of the railing, causing gravity to pull him backward. Before he could catch himself or grab the bar, Louis' back hit the step horizontally, and then he tumbled down the remaining five until he hit the bottom.

When he finally opened his eyes after the fall, he heard his mother screaming and saw his father and Aiden running toward him. But the only thing Louis could focus on was Harry's blank stare zeroing in on his exposed stomach where his shirt had ridden up due to the fall.

"Louis, Oh my God! Are you okay, son?" He father asked, immediately helping him up. Once he was standing, he yanked his shirt down and brushed himself off.

"Yeah I'm ok dad. But --" He let out a whimper when he moved his wrist.

"We're going to the doctor." John decided.

"No!" Louis shouted with panic in his voice. He couldn't let his parents find out that he was pregnant.

"Sweetheart, you hurt your wrist." Evelyn argued.

"It's just bruised. I'm fine mom." But it wasn't his wrist that he was really worried about.

It was the child he was carrying.

"I have ice!" Anne said, holding a bag of ice wrapped with paper towels.

"Oh Anne, thank you." Evelyn gave her a grateful smile, then made Louis hold the ice bag against his wrist.

"We should get him home." John said, watching his son talking to Aiden.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Aiden asked. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you fall."

"It's okay, it wasn't your fault." Louis gave him a fake smile.

He couldn't give him a genuine one when he couldn't stop thinking about the baby. He wasn't cramping or bleeding yet so all he could do was wait. He accepted Anne's hug and Robin's gentle pat on his back then made his way to the car, never acknowledging Harry once. When he was finally in the car, he closed his eyes when he started feeling dizzy. The worry was stressing him out, enough to make him nauseous and his hands shake. Even though he didn't want this baby, he didn't want to have a miscarriage either. He just wanted to go home and lay down for the rest of the day and forget completely about today's events. Partially Harry's emotionless stare and lack of concern over their baby's wellbeing.

*****

A few days later Louis was completely relieved the baby was alive - or he assumed so since nothing happened - even though that meant he was still very pregnant. He knew he was supposed to go to the doctor, but he found himself not caring at all.

It was finally summer and he now had time to relax as well as not worry about having to see Harry everyday. It was Saturday afternoon and he had spent all day watching tv and eating junk food. He was in the middle of screaming at the characters when the house phone started ringing, interrupting his rant. He didn't want to get up to answer it, but it could be something important. He got up and dragged his feet there, smiling when he answered and that cheery voice started talking. It was his lovely aunt Sara, his father's only sibling.

"Hey Louis! My favorite nephew." She said kindly over the phone.

Louis laughed and replied, "I'm your only nephew."

"True. Shame your father never had more kids. Then I would have more options to pick from." She said jokingly.

"Hey!" Louis shouted back. But the mention of kids made him squirm. "I still would have been the best."

"Sure you would have." She was laughing full on now. "Anyway, how have you been?"

Bad.

"Good." Louis told her instead, not wanting to explain his current predicament. "And how are you and uncle Dave? And my little cousins?"

"Great! Missing you like always." Sara told him, hinting that she wanted him to visit.

"I miss them too." Louis sighed.

"We would love for you to visit. You know, come spend the summer with us. Unless you're going to be busy with summer things. Are you going to summer camp this year? Any church missions?" She asked.

"I would love to visit!" Louis shouted, cringing seconds later. "I'm not doing anything and yes, I would love to visit you. In fact, I can buy tickets right now. I really want to see you, uncle Dave and the kids."

"You think John is going to be okay with you traveling on your own all the way to Spain?" She asked, already making her way to the guest bedroom to see what changes she could make so Louis was comfortable during his stay.

"I'm already seventeen, I can take care of myself." Louis quickly said, knowing his dad would totally travel with him if he let him.

"Okay sweetheart, I'll call him and tell him you're coming to visit us." Sara said.

"I'm gonna start packing now!" Louis tried to sound excited. "I have a feeling I'm gonna be there for a long time and I need a lot of clothes."

He wanted to stay there as long as he could, or at least until he had the baby. Then he could come back home and act as if nothing happened, as if he didn't have a baby and left it back in Spain. He never thought he would be having those thoughts about his first child. He always thought he would get married then get pregnant and be unable to wait to have it in his arms. Now his reality was that he wanted it as far away from him as possible. Knowing it was inside of him, feeding off of what he ate, was enough to make his skin crawl. He couldn't wait until it was out of him.

"You can stay as long as you want, honey." Sara said.

She told him that she would call back so that they could talk later to plan everything. When Louis hung up, he ran upstairs and straight to the closet in the hallway to get his mom's suitcase, it was the biggest one they had and he needed it. He started taking out clothes after clothes until he realized he didn't actually needed that many. What he needed was money to get new ones because he was sure they weren't going to fit soon. His eyes filled with tears as he put them back in his closet. Fuck Harry and fuck the baby. If Harry didn't give a fuck about it, then he wasn't going to either.

It didn't take them long to plan, and by nine the next morning, Louis was long gone. It hadn't taken him long to pack when all he wanted was to get away from there for a while - nine months or however long he had left to be exact. He happily boarded the plane after saying goodbye to his parents.

While Louis plane was departing, Harry paced back and forth in his room, staring at Louis' closed window. He took a deep breath and when he finally gathered enough courage, he made his way downstairs and outside towards the Tomlinson's residence.

It was now or never. He had already started looking for a job, had spent all day yesterday applying to every place that was hiring. If he was going to do this, he wanted to do it right. And to do that, he needed a job because soon he would have a mouth to feed and many diapers to buy.

He had spent weeks thinking about it. Thinking about the little baby he and Louis had made, how he had left them completely alone. Had left his child fatherless, just like his own father had left him and Gemma. His relationship with his father Des wasn't good, he hated the man, and he didn't want his own child to hate him. He didn't want to make his father's mistakes. He was going to man up, go up to Louis, and take responsibility like he should have done weeks ago.

He had been stupid and a coward when he had kicked Louis out of his bedroom and his life. He had been an idiot for not asking Louis out when he was at the party like he had planned to days before. And he should have shut Kendall up when she had gotten pissed that day after she found out about his plan. Instead, he had let her hurt the most important person in his life, all because he had been too scared to speak up. He was a coward, the worst out of all of them.

There were so many things that he should have done differently. Most importantly, he should have taken immediate responsibility after Louis had told him that he was pregnant. He realized now, weeks later, just how cruel he had been not to do so, when he had taken part in the act too, because after all, it took two to make a baby. And it took two parents to raise a baby, two because Louis didn't deserve to raise the baby on his own. Louis didn't deserve to go through what single parents went through trying to give their babies the best no matter what. Harry wanted, he needed Louis to forgive him and to know that he wasn't going anywhere. He needed Louis to know that he was there to stay, that he was there to raise their baby with him.

He knocked on the door a few times, starting to get worried when no one was answering. His thoughts immediately went to Louis and their baby, wondering if they were okay. Or if something bad had happened that day he fell down the stairs outside of the Church. He was still beating himself up over how he didn't do anything. He regretted not insisting on taking him to the hospital to make sure that they were both okay. All he could do now was apologize to Louis and tell him they could raise the baby together.

If there still even was a baby.

He was about to give up when John pulled over in their driveway, seeing him then Evelyn getting out. No Louis in the backseat.

"Hello, Harry." John smiled. "Looking for Louis?" He asked as he closed the door and made his way to the front door.

"Y– Yeah." Harry swallowed thickly.

"He just left, sweetheart. Didn't he tell you he was going on a trip for the whole summer?" Evelyn told him, furrowing her brow when Harry's eyes widened.

"N– No, he didn't tell me anything." Harry said.

"We just dropped him off at the airport, but we can tell him you came looking for him when he calls." John offered.

"No, it's okay. I– It wasn't important." Harry said, and just like that went back home.

Without Louis and their baby.

But he had no one to blame but himself. 

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