Forever & Always

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

-Bipolar.-

"Harry!" I shouted and stepped back as Louis fell to the ground.

A groan left Louis' thin lips as his hand moved over his jaw.

"Oh shit." Harry whispered and shook at his wrist. His lips mouthed an 'ow' as he looked down at his fist.

Liam was next to barge into the room. "Why are you all-" His eyes widened as he saw his surroundings. "Wow."

My hand was over my mouth as I stared at Louis. I was leaned over slightly, crying silently. Niall was next to come in.

"Sophia is asking if she can come down or if you want her to-" His eyes widened as well as he saw Louis on the ground.

Liam quickly went over to Louis, helping him up off the floor. His lip was bleeding, obviously busted. Harry grimaced and looked down at his hand again.

"Why did you do that?" Louis asked, his eyes squinting.

"You know why, Louis. What you were doing wasn't right." Harry replied with a sigh.

"What was he doing?" Niall asked and looked from face to face.

"Well what was I supposed to do?" Louis asked, anger clear in his voice.

"What the hell do you mean what?!" Harry asked, his anger rising as well.

"Did Louis forget to do something?" Niall asked.

"What's going on?" Liam demanded.

"You want to know what's happening?" Harry asked and looked at Liam before shrugging. "Eleanor is pregnant. Five months to be exact. She didn't know how to tell Louis since he's so fucking bipolar. Wants a kid one day and doesn't the other."

My eyebrows furrowed. How did he know how far along I was?

"He's like 'Oh, I really want a family.' one day. And 'I don't want a family' another. We've all heard him. And I imagine that's why she didn't tell him. So Perrie told Zayn and he let it slip because he didn't know Louis didn't know. So when he found out, he went berserk. He then came over here and he was-" he stopped and turned to Niall, gently grabbing his arm, "He was holding her like this and he was just shaking her. He was shaking her and yelling at her and that's why I punched him."

"That-" Louis began but Harry quickly stormed over to him, causing Louis to cower down.

Niall even held Harry's arm because he was afraid that Harry would swing again. He didn't, he just shouted. "She's carrying your child, for fucks sake! What does it matter?! Screaming won't fucking do shit!" His voice quieted down as he stared at Louis dead in the eye. "If she loses this baby, I will personally kill you. Do you understand? If anything happens to that baby, I'll come after you and murder you with my own god damned hands. I don't give a shit if you've been like a brother to me. I will end you." He muttered. His voice was dead serious which made this even scarier. Their eye contact was never broken.

"Harry.." Liam spoke softly.

"Leave him here.." I whispered and watched as everyone looked at me. "I-I'll clean him up.."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Harry said and shook his head.

"Harry, that isn't your choice. They have to talk anyway." Liam murmured as he led Louis to the bed.

"El?" Niall called out, he sounded like a small child.

"Yeah?" I responded with a soft, weak smile at his tone.

"Congratulations." He whisper shouted with a wide grin.

I laughed and nodded, sniffling. I looked up at Harry and he still had a hard look on his face.

"Thank you..." I mumbled to him, watching his expression soften.

"You're welcome." He whispered and walked over to hug me. "Be safe, okay?"

I nodded and stepped back. I watched them all leave before going into the bathroom. I grabbed a hand towel and wet it with cold water. I held it carefully before going to the bed, where Louis was.

I sat besides him, lightly dabbing his lip with the hand towel. He would take in sharp breaths every once in a while, meaning he was in pain, but not once did he try to stop me.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as I switched the position of the bloody hand towel.

I shook my head with a sigh. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. You were right. I should've told you."

"Why didn't you?" He asked, his voice weak.

"I was scared to.."

"But it's been five months.. You've known for five months?" His voice almost cracked.

"No.." I shook my head and pulled the now red towel away from his mouth. "I found out last month. The doctor said I was four months along. I didn't know because of my irregular cycles. I didn't really put any attention to my missed months."

"Why didn't you tell me, though?"

"Because, Louis. I thought you didn't want kids.. Not yet." I let out a long breath and stared up at him. "Why do you think I asked you? About having a baby?"

His eyebrows knit. "I was a complete arse about it.. And now.." He groaned and brought a hand up to tug at his own hair. "Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head no.

"I'm really sorry, El. I don't know how else to put it." He whispered and moved over on the bed. "Lay down, please."

I nodded, not giving it a second though. I climbed on the bed and laid down, only to have Louis move away and shift how he was laying. He now had his head on my thighs. His hand slowly moved over my stomach.

"Do you know the gender yet?" He asked, leaving his hand to rest there.

"No.. I wanted to wait for you. I wanted to go together."

He nodded and rubbed my stomach ever so gently. "Daddy is sorry if he scared you.." He whispered softly. "I really didn't mean to."

I closed my eyes slowly and listen to him talk. It wasn't long before he was explaining what and what he was going to do when the baby was born. He talked to my belly even after I fell asleep. I knew because I woke up once. It was around 1AM and he was still rambling on and on.

Maybe this would be it. Maybe this was the start of a family. My small little family.