You & I
Chapter 20
It has been two months since the boy’s graduation. Louis immediately got a job at a local video game shop to help support the family. Louis’s definition of the family is Harry, the unborn blimp, Becka, and himself. Louis doesn’t know much about video game which is a downfall for the job, but the people who come in to buy or rent the games love Louis’s attitude. He’s always happy, makes funny remarks, and he always talks about his boyfriend, future husband to be exact, and the little blimp. There were some people who look at him with disgrace for being gay and for having a child, but who gives a fuck. This is Louis’s life, his choice, on how he wants to live it. Yeah sure he’s gay, but who is to judge?
Louis would want to say a sassy remark but then a thought of the little blimp would come into mind and he would forget about it.
Harry, on the other hand, is having a mixture of feelings for the past couple months. His bump has gotten bigger, a lot bigger, but he feels as if something’s off. He would get hard cramps, like contractions, for several minutes then stop. The doctors would say that he’s experiencing Braxton Hicks, but Harry would argue that this is not the Hicks but that there’s something going on. The doctors wouldn’t do anything but send Harry back home.
Today was one of his good days just him and the blimp. Harry was lying down in the bed, his back was resting on the backboard of the bed, looking at his growing little blimp, rubbing little circles around his stomach.
“You’re giving daddy a hard time blimp,” Harry softly talked to the blimp. “You need to stop hurting me because I know that you’re growing inside of me, but I can’t that much pain.”
Harry sat in silence feeling every movement of the blimp inside as if blimp was talking back at him. Harry smiled. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would be lucky enough to have a kid. His own flesh in blood grows inside of him. Harry gets to share this gift with the only person he truly loves.
“Little blimp, I just wanted you to know that I love you. No matter what, I would always love you because you’re my little blimp.”
Harry leaned back against the backboard humming a tune as he continued to rub the little blimp.
“You're just a small bump unborn, in four months you're brought to life,
You might be left with my hair, but you'll have your father's eyes,
I'll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can,
But for now you're scan of my unmade plans,
A small bump in four months you're brought to life
I'll whisper quietly, I'll give you nothing but truth,
If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you
You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be alright.
Oh, you're just a small bump unknown, you'll grow into your skin.
With a smile like his and a dimple beneath your chin.
Finger nails the size of a half grain of rice,
And eyelids closed to be soon opened wide
A small bump, in four months you'll open your eyes.
And I'll hold you tightly, I'll tell you nothing but truth,
If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you
You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be alright.
And you can lie with me,
With your tiny feet
When you're half asleep,
I'll leave you be.
Right in front of me
For a couple weeks
So I can keep you safe.
'Cause you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be alright.”
Harry closed his eyes as he drifted off to sleep holding on to his small bump.
Two hours later, Becka walks into the peaceful house, carrying bags of food for the pregnant boy. As she was putting the food away, she heard a loud painful scream from Harry’s room.
“Harry?” Becka yelled back.
Harry let out another horrifying scream, but this time it was worst.
Becka ran up the stairs, into Harry’s room to see him holding his stomach, tears streaming down his face, but lying on the once white carpet that’s now a crimson red.
“Oh Jesus!”
Becka immediately called for an ambulance and explain, in not a calm way, that her pregnant friend was in pain. The people tried telling her to call down, but Becka told them to shut the fuck up and bring the damn ambulance.
A few minutes later, the medic people came into the house and carried Harry put the door.
Becka was sobbing. Her hands were covered in Harry’s blood, but the only thing she thought of was the blimp.
Becka grabbed her phone out of her pocket and dialed Louis’s number.
“Hello?”
Becka couldn’t speak. How could she tell Louis that Harry is in the hospital and that they could have lost the blimp? She couldn’t do that to him. That blimp changed everyone and if something happened to blimp, what would they live for? Regret? Afraid to have another kid? What if they can’t?
Becka came back to reality when she heard Louis’s voice again over the phone.
“L-Louis,” Becka voice was shaky.
“Becka, is everything alright?” Louis voice was concern.
Becka took a deep breath trying to calm herself down but the thought of losing the blimp made her loose it, “I’m so sorry.”
“Becka what’s wrong?”
“I came back from the store to pick up some things for Harry and while I was putting the food away, I heard Harry let out a painful scream. I ran up the stair into his room and there I found him, oh Jesus, he was lying a pool of blood holding his stomach in pain,” Becka was bawling her eyes out. “I’m afraid that the little blimp is gone.”
Becka heard Louis talking to someone in the background, “Where is he?”
“At the hospital, I’m so sorry,” Becka cried as she hung up the phone praying for both Louis and Harry but mostly little blimp.
Louis rushed to the hospital not bothering about the speed limit because this was his child. His fiancé and his child were both in the hospital and one of them, or perhaps, both could be dead.
Once Louis entered the hospital, he cried out for help to find his fiancé. A nurse approached Louis and told him that Harry was in surgery to stop the bleeding. Louis ran past the nurse and down the hall to find his Harry. He heard loud screaming coming from the distance, so he followed the cry. Louis entered the room to Harry crying in pain, the doctors trying to fix Harry, their outfits were covered in blood. Harry saw Louis standing by the door way, “Louis!” Louis ran over to Harry but was soon pulled away by a couple of hospital guards telling him to leave the room. Louis fought and fought the guards, reaching out his hand for Harry to grab but the guards kept pulling him away until finally Louis stopped fighting. Louis sat back against a wall and sat on ground crying as Harry continued on screaming his heart out for Louis and the little blimp.
Hours and hours as past. Nothing was said to Louis about Harry and the little blimp. Becka showed up at the hospital shortly after and kept Louis company as he cried on her shoulder. Becka held Louis’s head on her lap, playing with his hair once he cried himself asleep. Later a nurse approached Becka, “Are you related to a Harold Styles?”
“No, I’m his best friend and this is his fiancé,” Becka gestured to Louis.
“Mind if I speak with you?” The nurse asked.
Becka nodded her head, “What about Louis?”
“No, not right now.”
Becka, gently, lifted Louis’s head off of her lap as he followed the nurse down the hall.
Louis woke up a shortly after Becka left but once he saw her approaching him, tears came down his face. Becka ran into Louis’s arms crying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Louis looked up at the nurse as she out her head down, “No.”
“I’m so sorry about little blimp,” Becka choked up.
Louis cried. The nurse told Louis Harry’s room number and told him that he should visit Harry. Harry was blaming himself for the blimps death. Louis walked over to Harry’s room and there lied Harry, tear stained cheeks, red puffy eyes, hiccupping his little sobs. Louis walked into the room and sat down next to Harry on the bed.
“I’m sorry I lost the baby. It’s my fault. If I wouldn’t have fell, then blimp would still be here,” Harry whimpered.
“It’s not your fault,” Louis cooed.
“How could you still be here with me after I killed blimp?” Harry asked not looking at Louis.
“Because I love you even before we created little blimp,” Louis assured.
Harry looked over at Louis who had a smile on his face. Louis leaned down and kissed Harry gently on his rough lips. “You’re my little Harry and enough for me.”
Shortly later, Harry was released from the hospital, but Harry asked if they could gave a funeral for little blimp, Lucy Tomlinson-Styles. They may have lost a child but miracles can still happen.
“You were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.
Maybe you were needed up there but we're still unaware as why.”
I loved it. I need a box of tissues. :,(
2/28/15