I Understand. An AU/punk story.

"Let me go first. Stay here." Louis grabs the back of my shirt and holds me in place. Was someone in there? Would he get hurt? It wasn't fitting together.

"Louis, don't!" I hiss and reach out for him but he disappears in to the house. I stand there, bouncing Audrey, waiting for him to get out. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, just the open door. Minutes later Louis reappears at the door.

"It's empty, come one." he says, motioning me in. I obey and hurry of the rest of the sidewalk after him.

"Audrey go to your room and get some of your toys, bunny." I coo to her. She smiles and nods and runs off down the hall after I turn to Louis. "Why was it open?" My eyes are huge and he's staring down at me nervously. I feel like I could just cry. What if Rhonda had been hurt? The thought makes a string of pain cruise through me... what if she really was gone. My eyes prick in the corners, Louis spots it immediately.

"Hey, hey. Please don't cry. It's going to be OK. I promise." He hushes, putting either hand on my hip he pulls me in to him and wraps his strong arms around me. I sniffle and bury my face in to him, remembering the feeling of his touch and comfort.

"I'm sorry... I'm just scared for her." I sigh pulling my head back to look at him. His eyes full of concern.

"I know... so am I. But Rhonda wouldn't do something like this unless she needed to. I think she'll be back." He says. But I'm not sure is hes trying to convince me or himself more. I nod and take a deep breath, pulling away from him to go find Audrey. But his hand grabs my wrist, pulling me back in to him. I turn and look at him, my breath catching. "Oh, sorry.." He mumbles and lets me go.

I give him a half smile and go to her bedroom where shes playing dolls on the floor. Louis follows me and gets a bag out of her closet and goes to the hangers and starts tossing clothes in. I get a smaller bag and she hands me a few of her favorite toys.

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Once we have two of her bags packed we head back to his car and drive back to my place.

"I'll keep trying to get in touch with her and asking around... I'll let you know if anyone knows anything. If its ever to much... you know.. dealing with her, I'll take her." he reassures me. I nod and smile.

"Thank you, Lou..." I trail off, squeezing his hand I get out and get the bags and child. We wave him off and take the stairs back up to my place. When open the door Harry is pacing the living room and Perri and Rae are on the couch watching something. His head snaps up when I come in. He makes his way to me immediately and takes Aubs from my arms and gives her to Perri. Before I can protest he takes my hand and pulls me towards the bedroom and shuts the door, steering us to my bed.

"Why didn't you text me back? I called you. A lot." He frowns, taking my hands in his, studying my closely.

"I left my phone in here." I say with a huff.

"Please don't be mad at me, baby. I just think that it's a bad idea to keep her here. It's going to be a distraction. Not that I don't like her or Rhonda... " he pleads.

"I'm not mad... I just don't understand what your problem is with kids." I whine, releasing our hands so I can crawl in to his lap. He smiles at the gesture and pecks my mouth.

"I just don't get along with them.. I don't know. Do I look like the kind of guy who mixes well with children?" He asks with a chuckle. I smile at him and roll my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"No. No you don't... but you could just try." I pout.

"OK, lets say I do try. She stays here, for months. Maybe even a year. What happens if Rhonda comes back? What are you going to do?" I leans back on his hands to look at me better as I sit on his lap. I bite my lip and think about it.

"Well I wouldn't give her back."

"That's the problem. She isn't our child! She can call the police, take a blood test, and then we could never see her again." He urges, trying to get me to see his point.

"Well I don't think it will be good for her to be handed off to strangers!" I snap. He frowns and secures his arms around my waist, pulling me down to him before rolling on top of me.

"These people are trained to do this for a living. She would be better off with adults. And to be honest. I'm not ready to take care of a kid! I'm not at that point in my life and neither are you! We're too young for this." he says sternly.

"I know that... I just feel bad." I say in a weird voice. Not sure how to put it.

"I'll make a deal with you." he offers leaning his forehead on mine.

"Which is?" I ask suspiciously.

"We'll keep her with us for another week. And if Rhonda doesn't come back by then... we go to the police." He offers softly. A week? The rest of this girls life will be determined with in a week? That's absurd!

"A week!?" I argue.

"A week is a long time." He puts his lips on mine, trying to get me to stop talking. His tongue outlines my bottom lip. I frown on to his mouth and laughs.

"Two weeks."

"Two days."

"Harry..."

"A week and a half."

"Deal." I smile up at him pull his mouth back to mine, letting his tongue do what it wanted in the first place, entering my mouth, massaging mine gently. I loved kissing this boy. His hands trail down my sides and stop at my hips, squeezing gently. The edge of my shirt is pulled up lightly and his mouth kisses my bare stomach while my hand winds in to his hair.

"Let me make it up to you, yeah?" he ask, looking up at me. Oh.. My breath has already gotten harder to get in and out.

"They're out there!" I hiss

"The doors locked, babe." he smiles, returning to my stomach to start kissing again.

How can I say no to him?

Oh that's right, I can't...

He smiles at the silence, taking that as a yes he fingers trickle down to my legs, lifting both of them on to his right shoulder, and lifting my hips lightly, his open hand pulls my leggings down, once off he lets me rest back down again after pulling my shoes off too.

His lips go back to my hips, leaving gently kisses and tiny nips. It's ten time harder breath, and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

"Harry.." I whine, not pleased with the teasing as he rubs me through the cloth. He smiles up at me me and pulls them down my thighs slowly. Way to slowly. But the minute they're off he takes my skin in his hands and parts my legs, exposing my intimate parts to him.

"So wet..." he chuckles and gets to work. His tongue doing it's best, tracing its usual wonderful pattern before flicking the most sensitive part on me. I moan his name and pull his hair tighter, the heat and pressure building in my stomach "Baby, you taste so amazing.." He purrs, adding two fingers. It doesn't hurt, after he lets it sit for a second. After pumping twice I nearly lose it.

"Harry, I'm going to." I whine, pulling his hair even tighter, moving my hips forward, welcoming his fingers.

"Not yet." he muses, unbuttoning his jeans, the next thing I know he's inside of me. His bare skin on mine feels like nothing I've ever felt before. Wait bare skin...

"Harry, you don't have a condom on!" I hiss, trying to push him away.

"It's not for me don't worry.." He smiles down at me and starts going slow, agonizingly slow. "Baby.. you feel so warm. Fuck." He hisses, staring to pick up his pace. Not for you, huh?

"Harry, please." I beg, wanting him harder and faster. He pants above me, screwing his eyes shut. "You need to stop." I whine, pushing him out. Do I always have to be the responsible one?!

He groans and thrusts two more times before pulling out of me, making me feel empty. But he replaces himself with his two fingers. The feeling is no where near what I just felt but it gets me off a minute later. I moan and he falls on the bed next to me, staring at the ceiling, he didn't even come but he's trying to catch his breath.

"You are going on birth control." He huffs, wrapping his arms around me to pull me to him. "That was so amazing. You felt so good on me." he breaths, kissing my temple. I giggle and blush at his dirty words. "I love you ..a lot." he laughs. "And not just because the sex is amazing either." I laugh and swat his arm.

"I love you." He beams down at me and pulls my panties and leggings back up, adjusting himself to.

"HARREH AND DIDY!" Audrey screams from the other side of the door, pounding obnoxiously. Harry groans and covers his face.

"This is going to be a long week." He complains.

"Week and a half." I smile, getting up from the bed. He swats my ass on the way out.

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