Little Things

"Zayn!" I screamed. He sat down on the couch with me and I jumped into a hug with him. "Where have you been?" I whispered, trying not to cry.

"I know...I'm sorry...." I hugged him a little tighter, then let go. Louis sat on the other side of me. "So what's been going on?" I smiled at Louis, then looked back at Zayn.

"Well....we have something important to tell you," Louis said. He smiled.

"Go on, what is it?" Zayn anxiously asked.

"I'm pregnant!" he immediately frowned.

"What," he said, a bit of aggravation or anger in his voice. I couldn't quite tell.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh no..." Louis said. I turned to him with a confused face, then looked back at Zayn.

"I have to go," Zayn said, before standing up. I followed him.

"Wait! Zay-" Before I could finish, the door was slammed in my face. I began tearing up.

"Ally..." I closed my eyes.

"Why did you say 'Oh No'?"

"I think we should sit down and talk about this-"

"NO!" I shouted, turning around. "I don't want to sit and talk! I want you to tell me what the fuck is going on!" he looked down.

"Before you and I dated.....I...."

"You what?" he looked up at me.

"I was with Briana, as you know."

"Yeah?" I said, in a questioning tone.

"Well....when I was with her, I got her pregnant." my eyes widen.

"What?!"

"I'm sorry, Ally!"

"You should've told me! Knowing that you now have another child, with another woman.....I don't know if I want to even be with you!" It became silent, but only for a moment.

"Don't say that....."

"Why?! Relationships are based on trust! How am I supposed to trust you if you didn't tell me about your other son or daughter?! Knowing you all these years-"

"She miscarried..." I stop.

"What?"

"Briana. She miscarried." I gasp and walk over to him.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry....."

"No. It's fine. I....I think I'm going to head home.....I'll see you later." He walks past me.

"Louis I-" I began, but I was too late. Louis was gone, the door shutting behind him. I ran into my room and slammed the door. I locked it, and slid down the doorframe, my back against it. I felt like the whole world had just come down on me. I pulled my phone out, holding back the tears. I searched for Harry's number; he was the only one that could help me right now. Yeah, Liam and Niall were amazing, but I didn't have a bond with them like I did Harry. I don't think I've mentioned this before, but I've told Harry most of my secrets. Harry has done the same with me. We just, connect, I guess. I pressed call, and waited.

"Ally, how are you?"

"Harry..." I said, tears fighting to come out.

"I'll be over in 5 minutes." the phone clicked off, and I waited. Soon the doorbell rang. I stood up, unlocked my bedroom door, then ran to the front door. I pulled it open, and hugged Harry as tight as I could. He walked inside, mid-hug. As soon as the door was shut, I cried. I cried until I could no more. Harry was there the entire time. We walked over to the couch, and sat. I had stopped crying, and I was assuming he'd want me to tell him everything. "Now, what's going on." I take a deep breath, then begin.

"Well....for starters....I'm pregnant."

"That's amazing! Where's Louis? Does he know?"

"Yeah....."

"What's wrong? Wasn't he happy?"

"Of course! It was Zayn though....."

"Oh no....."

"You too?!"

"You know?!"

"Of course! Zayn was pissed when he left! You know how much I mean to him! I'm basically his sister!"

"I know Ally. And I'm sorry no one told you...."

"Who else knows?!" He looked at me. "Niall?!" he nods. "Liam?!" He nods again. "Jesus christ!" I shouted, standing up. Harry stood and followed me into the kitchen.

"Where's Louis?"

"He....left," I stated.

"Left? What do you mean?"

"Well....I kind of freaked out.....he said he needed to head home, and that he'd see me later." Harry headed for the door. "Where are you going?"

"If I don't get him over here, and the two of you make up, then you won't see him anymore!"

"Why?!" Harry walks back over to me.

"Because....when she miscarried.....Louis broke. Briana did nothing to comfort him, to help him through it. She basically gave up just as much as he did."

"And that's why he was so depressed so much last year......I feel fucking horrible....."

"It's not your fault, love. Let me get him though. Please. Then you two need to talk it out. Please." I nod and Harry walks out. I get a Brisk out of the fridge, then sigh. I felt like complete shit. Hopefully talking it out would fix this. Louis was the love of my life, and if I lost him now, well, let's just say there would be no other men coming into my life.

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