Locker 17

Chapter 110

*Louis' POV*

"You won't be calling anyone and you won't be going to live under a different roof!" My mum snatches the phone out of my hand before I can have an initial reaction to jerk my hand back.

"I came to reason with you about your pregnancy and this is how you act? You know what, fuck this." I throw my hands up in the air, making my way upstairs to my room. There's no other way to take out your anger than slamming the door to your room shut. That's it for texting Harry, she still has my damn phone. If this is how she's going to act everyday from know on until she has the baby, I want no part of it. I'm eighteen I don't need her to be granting me permission to do what I want, when I want. Just when I'm finally trying to accept the fact that I'm going to have a sister soon, she blows it all up in my face making me regret my acceptance of the whole situation.

Bringing a kid into a life like this is no easy task. We barely have enough money to pay for this house and all the utilities that are needed to live like food, clothes, etc. Unless she plans on marrying this Thomas guy, there's no way we'll, well more like she'll, be able to afford all the expenses that will come with having a baby and having another man live in this house. It's not the baby's fault because she didn't decide to be brought into this world, it was all my mum's fault and Thomas's. Why do it though? One, you're not married. Two, you haven't introduced the bastard to me properly. Three, I don't even know his last name. Four, how are we supposed to know he isn't some serial killer or a child molester. Five, how the hell could you do it if my mum was on birth control for fuck's sake. Accident? That's exactly what it must've been.

It's typical and logical too. That's it. It was an accident. My mum must've not taken the damn pill once and bam! She's pregnant. Either that or she's actually out of her mind and or desperate for another kid. I mean, having a teenage boy all grown up at home soon to be gone and moved on with life, or so I hope, is heartbreaking. You've watched your kid grow up right before you eyes and then they're gone and you're left with no kids. No kids to tend, no kids to worry about, no kids to call yours anymore. This whole thing must be hard for her, it sure is. I tried to reason with her, I did. Now I can't say I didn't.

I'm sprawled across the bed, my back on it as my eyes become glued to the ceiling, thinking. Well, disregarding everything with my mum, I have other things to worry about. They might not be as consequential but they will have outcomes. Not having my phone serves as a problem, without it I can't text Harry like I promised, obviously. Tomorrow I'll be faced with Mr. Styles questioning what's wrong, what happened, why'd I get my phone taking away and I don't have the energy to even think about answering his questions. On the other hand, I have questions for Harry himself, so many. It seems like every time I'm about to ask him, something comes up, not this time though.

Various thoughts cloud my mind, questions, events, and none the less...school. Having to have classes tomorrow right after getting home from a different country should be unacceptable. Everyone's sleeping schedules will be messed up. Back in France we wouldn't always go to sleep at nine or ten, more like midnight. I'm sure me and Harry weren't the only ones. So, back to hell tomorrow. The only good side to it is that Niall, Liam, Harry and I can finally hang out together at lunch as a group for once. Paris was a place of getting to know each other a bit more, it brought us closer. Guess that's the only thing I'm looking forward to, I think.

The house is quiet, no noises what so ever. It doesn't last long once a small tapping at the window shakes me from my silent peace.

*Harry's POV*

"Pregnant?! That's fucking crazy! They haven't been together for at least a year and she's pregnant!" I shout, my voice echoing inside the car.

We're parked outside Louis' driveway discussing this big, unexpected "surprise" from his mother. I coudn't agree more with everything he's saying. Like who the fuck has a baby with an unknown man? Desperate much?