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Louis slowly opened his eyes closing them again when the harsh light hurt them but couldn't keep them shut any longer when he heard a baby's whimpers then his mother's soft voice soothing said baby. When he looked that way the first thing he saw was his mother sitting on the couch holding the tiniest baby he had ever seen, and the tiny creature was all his and Harry's only.

"M- Mum..." Louis croaked out getting her attention.

"Oh Lou, he is beautiful." Jay got up placing the still whimpering baby in the plastic bassinet before he made his way to her son to help him sit up, "How are you feeling, love?"

"What happened?" Louis asked, his gaze settled on his baby.

"You slipped and-"

"I know that." Louis interrupted her watching her go back to the baby picking him up.

"The fall made you go into labour and we brought you to the hospital, they had to do an emergency C- section... you passed out again after Blake was born. Your heart-"

"My heart is fine, now give me my baby." Louis demanded already not in the mood to talk to her.

"He looks just like you." Jay commented as she placed the baby in her son's awaiting arms.

As soon as Louis got to hold him, his face went from the sour expression he always had to one of happiness as he smiled for the first time in four months. And it was all because and for Blake only. The baby yawned moving his head to face Louis' chest lifting his tiny arm up sighing and feeling comfortable in his father's arms. Louis leaned down to kiss his forehead barely able to hold him any longer when he was already exhausted again. He could feel his heart beating a little faster almost suffocating him when he had a bit of trouble breathing but he held on no wanting to let go of Blake anytime soon.

"Wait until Harry meets you, cupcake. He's your papa and he already loves you, he told me so." Louis talked to his baby ignoring his mother and the knock on the door finally looking up when he heard Mark's voice.

"The nurse is here to help you fill out his birth certificate." Mark told him without bothering to get any closer knowing his son wanted him as far away from him as possible.

"Hello Louis!" The cheerful nurse greeted him making Louis smile a little, "Do you have a name for the little one? I also need the other father's full name if you want to add him, I'm going to need yours too, sweetheart."

"Hi." Louis said earning a smile from her, "I do. I want to name him Blake Alexander Styles." Louis smiled loving the names he and Harry had picked one lazy afternoon.

"Louis..." Mark started but was interrupted by Louis who no longer cared what his father thought or wanted.

"And his father's name is Harry Edward Styles, mine is Louis William...Tomlinson." Louis told her loud and clear spelling the names after she asked him to then looked to make sure everything was spelled correctly.

"That will be it, sweetheart. You'll get the birth certificate in a few days." She said then left the room leaving Louis alone with his parents and Blake.

"We agreed on him being a Tomlinson." Mark moved to stand next to Louis.

"You agreed, I didn't. He's my son and I get to name him whatever I want." Louis glared at him, "What? You're gonna take that away from me too? You're going to take him in the middle of the night and send him somewhere I will never find him? I don't want him to be a Tomlinson and that's that."

"Son-"

"I am not your son! I stopped being it the moment you decided to take Blake and I away from Harry." Louis spat, his eyes filling with burning hot tears wondering how he was doing, "You ruined my life, everything. You took away Harry's chance of seeing our son being born."

"Louis, listen to me." Mark insisted.

"I don't want to hear it!" Louis focused on his son trying to ignore his father, "You don't know him like I do." He mumbled.

"He will never be able to give you the life you deserve, the life you're used to. It's all rainbows and unicorns now but what happens down the line when everything starts getting harder and you realize that's not what you really wanted." Mark raised his voice then sighed as he rubbed his temples when his grandson let out a sharp cry.

"You're going to regret this, and when you do, don't expect me to forgive you." Louis glared at him with tears in his eyes and an ache in his heart.

To Louis, the person standing in front of him was his Harry yet it wasn't. The Harry standing in front of him was much older and taller. No, that wasn't and couldn't be his Harry.

His heart rate started accelerating unable to take his eyes off of the man standing in front of him who was staring right back. His hair was longer ending at his shoulders and it wasn't as curly as it used to be all the while he was trying to understand what was going on. He had lost the back then and barely there baby fat he had that used to make his face look a little bit rounder having been replaced by a defined jaw.

"Mmm." Louis tried to speak but couldn't when his throat painfully constricted after not being used for almost a decade even though they had kept it moisturized enough after reanimation.

He wanted to ask what was going on, he wanted him to tell him where he was and what had happened. He wanted to know so many things but most important of all, he wanted to know where his baby was. Where was he?

"Shh, it's okay it's okay." Harry placed his hands on Louis' cheeks feeling his own eyes burning with unshed tears when he saw the tears rolling down Louis' temples getting lost at his hairline, "You're safe...Mark!" He shouted wishing he hadn't when Louis' eyes followed his gaze landing right on Mark.

Louis only started crying harder as soon as he saw his father looking older than the last time he ever saw him after he had shouted how much he hated him. He had regretted it right away but it had been too late. He started thrashing on the bed as much as he could crying until he finally made a sound that sounded much like a sob startling Harry who let go of him right away. That sound was like a dagger to his heart.

"Sedate him." He finally said letting the nurses stand in front of him cutting his view off of him hearing them murmuring things to him.

Mark moved to stand next to him while Harry felt a pang on his chest when he finally calmed down enough so one of the nurses could sedate him. They stood there until Louis was back asleep looking peaceful again except for the tear stains on his face that Harry wiped away once he was sure he was asleep. He made sure he was okay then watched him never noticing he was crying until he felt the tears rolling down his cheeks realizing that he couldn't do it anymore.

He took a seat on the chair Jay used that was right next to Louis and watched him unable to do anything else. He looked around the fairly large room taking in the light blue color of the walls, the couch by the farthest wall right against a window and finally Louis' bed and all the expensive medical equipment. He reached to grab Louis' hand but quickly stopped himself and as he pulled his hand back, he noticed the way it was shaking having to look away from him. The urge was suddenly there surprising him all the way to the depths of his soul hating himself for having such thoughts.

The urge to grab Blake and leave never to be seen again was already there. The urge to leave Louis and everything behind to start a new life with his son where no one will know them burned its way in leaving nothing behind. He bit his own tongue as more tears rolled down his cheeks as soon as he looked at Louis again. The boy he had fallen in love with all those years ago, the boy who had given him a child. His one and only. He couldn't leave him behind and now even more when he was going to need him.

He ended up leaving a few minutes later knowing Jay would be there soon after Mark had explained to her what was going on. He went home to take a shower and rest since Blake was still in school but couldn't when as soon as he got home, Anne was running out the door with the phone still in her hand. He began worrying when he saw the look on his mother's face as she waited for him to stop the car and once he did, she rushed to him where he almost hit her with the door when he opened it.

"What's going on?" Harry placed his hands on her shoulders steadying her after she had stumbled back to avoid getting hit.

"Blake's school called, he got into a fight with a classmate and they want you to go." Anne explained then her expression hardened, "I told you to talk to Blake and you promised you were going to go to the school and put a stop to that kid taunting my grandson."

"I was gonna go-" Harry started.

"When!?" Anne yelled, "Listen, I know the whole situation keeps you busy but Blake always comes first. Jay called to tell me Louis is awake now and as happy as I am right now, Blake comes first to me like he should for you too." She snapped then turned around to go into the house coming back a few seconds later with her purse.

Harry watched her get in the passenger's side of his car then buckled herself up and crossed her arms over her chest waiting for Harry to get in the car and drive. With a loud sigh he got in and started the silent drive to the school and when they got there, he was glad when his mother had started yelling at him just as they got into the school grounds.

"He better not be hurt, Harry Edward. You're an adult but I'm still your mother and I will beat your ass." Anne threatened him as she hurried to the main doors followed by Harry. They had to go to the main reception area where a middle age woman was already waiting for them.

"Hello," Harry started. "I'm Harry Styles and we're here for Blake Styles." Harry told her seeing her reaching for the phone waiting for her to tell them what was going on, "The principal is already waiting for you. It's through that door, second door on your left." She told them nodding when they thanked her.

When they got there they were allowed in and as soon as Harry saw his son, he felt his stomach dropping and the anger building up when he looked at the other kid and his father already there. He recognized him as the same man that had been staring at him during parents day when he had come to school with Blake, he glared at them while Anne was already next to Blake hugging him close to her. His heart broke when his son let out a loud sob and grabbed the sides of his grandma's sweater with his dainty hands holding tight onto it.

At least the man had the decency to look embarrassed having a tight grip on his son's shoulders while Harry glared but soon looked away when Blake got louder. He dropped to his knees in front of his son gently removing him from his mother and when Blake looked at him with red teary eyes, Harry's heart broke. His son had never been one to fight much less know how to when Harry had never encouraged him to be violent, now he was regretting it.

He should have at least taught him how to defend himself when he saw the bruise already forming on his right eye and the traces of already dried blood by his nose where he had tried to clean it up. He hugged him letting him cry on his shoulder as soon as Blake seeked comfort in him never pulling away even after the principal cleared his throat.

"Mr. Styles, Mr. Tramell, as you can see there was a brawl between your children and-"

"What the hell happened?" Harry interrupted him getting up with Blake in his arms knowing that his son wasn't going to let go anytime soon feeling him wrapping his legs around his waist.

"They started a fight in the middle of gym class." A tall blond man who Harry hadn't noticed before started talking as soon as Harry's expression turned deadly.

"And?" Harry glared at him then at father and son still sitting down, "You didn't think about separating them before this kid could hit my son. Look at him!"

"He started it!" The kid whose name Harry still didn't know spoke up and that's when Harry noticed he was crying too.

He didn't give a flying fuck if he was.

"No I didn't!" Blake pulled back to look at Harry, "Jeffrey started it, papa. He told me dad left me because he didn't love me and I told him you said it wasn't true and he didn't stop."

"He told me mine didn't love me either because he left me." Jeffrey said looking up at his dad who closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with his free hand.

"Is that why you hit him?" He asked, "Because coach Wichert told me you hit him first and I'm not happy with you."

"I only did it once, he always tells me everyday and doesn't stop when I ask him to." Blake hurried to defend himself already feeling bad for it.

"How many times have I told you that's not true." Mr. Tramell said while his son continued crying, "That he and I aren't together anymore and he lives somewhere else now doesn't mean he doesn't love you. He never left you, he just has his own house now. And that doesn't give you the right to tell your classmate his dad left him when you don't know what's going on. Apologize. Now."

"I'm sorry." Jeffrey said as he wiped away his tears with the sleeves of his hoodie.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Styles. I should have talked to him when I had the chance." Mr. Tramell apologized, "I'll pay for any medical expen-"

"That won't be necessary, I can take care of them myself." Harry set Blake back down who stared at Jeffrey as he fiddled with his hands.

"I'm sorry too, Jeffrey." Blake said surprising all adults even though he had been the one to receive the blows, "I'm sure your dad loves you."

Jeffrey's lips trembled looking down at his lap feeling sorry while Blake went to sit with Anne letting the adults solve the issue. In the end it was decided that Blake wouldn't be attending recess the next day while Jeffrey had been suspended for a whole week plus three days of no recess the week after. They were sent home after a counselor had recommended Jeffrey see a therapist which his father agreed to not knowing what else to do with his son.

"Mr. Styles."

Harry turned around with his hand still on the door handle about to open it seeing Mr. Tramell in front of him, "Yes, Mr. Tramell?" He said knowing he was being harsh but his son had gotten hurt and he wasn't in the best mood.

"Call me Josh." He started then paused to take a deep tired breath, ""I want to apologize again for what my son did to yours. I know it doesn't excuse him but he's had a tough time ever since the divorce and I've completely neglected him. I'm sorry."

"I should have come and talked to the principal after the many times my son told me yours was harassing him, it was partly my fault for neglecting Blake too. I'm sorry for what my son said to yours." Harry said.

"No need to apologize Mr. Styles-"

"Harry, call me Harry." Harry interrupted him.

"There's no need to apologize, Harry. My- My son did more damage and I hope yours gets better." Josh said looking back at his car then at Harry again, "I need to go but I promise I will talk to Jeffrey. Won't happen again."

Harry nodded and as soon as Josh left, he got in the car seeing his mother and son staring at him as he backed out of the parking space. As soon as they got home Anne didn't waste time to give Blake some Ice after Harry had taken a look at his injuries, he was then given some medicine for the pain and allowed to take a nap.

Harry used that time to take a shower while his mother cooked them something to eat and when he was done he could smell the food making his stomach growl. He changed into a pair of black dress pants and a long sleeved white button up even though he wasn't sure if he was ready to see him again. When he was ready he went downstairs seeing Blake already there helping his nana set the table. Blake frowned upon seeing his father all dressed up and instead of putting three plates on the table, he only placed two on his and Anne's spot.

"Are you going out, Harry?" Anne asked him.

"I'm not sure, maybe later but for now let's sit down and eat." Harry said then looked at Blake, "You and I need to talk. Living room, please."

"But I didn't do anything, papa." Blake started freaking out.

"I know you didn't, son. We just need to talk." Harry insisted then followed his son to the living room when he finally agreed sitting down next to him on the couch, "Does it still hurt?" He asked bending down to pick Harley up and give him to Blake.

"A little, but not as much as before." Blake shrugged letting Harley try to climb all over him letting out a giggle.

"I want to apologize for not going to the school to talk to your teacher and Jeffrey's dad." Harry apologized.

"I told you not to go. Jeffrey hit me because I told him his dad doesn't love him and it was wrong. I know he used to tell me all the time my daddy doesn't love me but it was because he was sad his daddy left him and his dad. He's still my friend, papa." Blake explained making Harry feel so proud of him, "He cried when he hit me."

"I'm very proud of you, bud and I love you so much." Harry reached for him bringing him into a hug.

"As much as daddy loves me?" Blake asked letting his father hug him and his puppy.

"Just as much." Harry answered, "And you know that's a whole lot."

"When is he coming home?" Blake asked already knowing the answer but he was a firm believer that it didn't hurt to ask.

"Soon, I hope he comes home soon." Harry answered getting startled by the doorbell then frantic knocking on the door, "I'll go get it, bud. Wait here." Harry told his son who ran back to the kitchen as soon as Harry got up.

When Harry opened the door he didn't expect to see Gemma standing in front him with tears in her eyes and a small bag in her hands. He could see her car badly parked right next to their mum's growing confused when she grabbed his hand and pulled him outside shutting the door right after.

"I had to find out through Niall, Harry Edward!" Gemma said right on his face, "Why didn't you tell me Louis is alive, has been for the past two almost three weeks."

"I was going to, I swear." Harry defended himself opening his arms to wrap them around her when she started crying again.

"How is he? Is he doing okay?" Gemma asked seeing a glimpse of Blake after he had shut the blinds when he got caught spying on them.

"He- He woke up this morning...didn't go so well if I'm honest." Harry sighed tightening his grip around her.

"What happened?" Gemma asked pulling away from him.

"He woke up out of nowhere and of course he was going to figure out something's wrong. He saw us and it went downhill from there." Harry explained seeing the sorry look she was giving him. He didn't need it even though he knew she meant well.

"Louis was always a very understanding person, I'm sure that if you take the time to carefully explain things to him then he'll understand." Gemma told him as she led him inside the house where she could smell her mum's chicken alfredo.

"I hope so but...it's not that easy, Gemma." Harry sighed, "Mentally and emotionally, everything could go wrong. He was legally dead and frozen for almost a decade, if I was him I would lose it. And I'm- I'm so scared that he'll go down that path."

"Have some faith, Harry." She wrapped an arm around his waist as they walked to the kitchen, "Louis is such a strong person, he's a fighter."

"Blake doesn't know yet, so please don't say anything." He whispered just as Blake ran out of the kitchen to meet his aunt.

"Aunt Gemma!" Blake wrapped his skinny arms around her waist.

"Jesus Christ, what happened to you!?" Gemma exclaimed quickly pulling away from Harry so she could have a better look at her nephew's bruises.

"Someone hit me but it's okay, we're still friends 'cause he apologized." Blake shrugged, "Where's David and Michelle?"

"Always the forgiving one." Gemma smiled leaning down to kiss his forehead, "They're back in Manchester with uncle Michael. Maybe your papa can take you to see us one of these days."

"Ooh! Can we, papa!?" Blake asked cheering when Harry nodded then turned to Gemma just as Harley ran in, "Papa went and got me a puppy and it wasn't even my birthday! Isn't he cute!?"

"He is the cutest, just look at him!" Gemma let go of Blake bending down to pick up the hyper puppy hugging him close to her.

"His name is Harley and I got to name him all by myself." Blake proudly told her while Anne and Harry finished setting the table.

"That's a beautiful name, munchkin." Gemma gave him the dog ruffling Blake's hair then made her way to Anne, "Hi, mum."

"Hello, sweetheart." Anne hugged her as she kissed her cheek, "You got here just in time, we're about to eat."

"Great! I miss your cooking." Gemma went to wash her hands then sat down next to Harry and Blake.

They ate mostly in silence and sometimes would make conversation about anything that would come to their minds until they were done. Harry offered to clean everything up and sent his mum, sister and son to the living room while he cleaned up everything.

When he placed the last plate in the dishwasher and turned it on, he grabbed his phone noticing a missed call from Jay and a text from her. As soon as he read it he started feeling dizzy knowing he was going to have to face him and everything at some point, he just didn't have any idea it would be so soon.

'He's awake and doesn't want to see anybody but you, please come see him.'

'On my way.'

He put the phone on top of the counter to wash his hands and after drying them with a paper towel, he grabbed it again then his keys, wallet and coat heading to the living room. When he got there Gemma was on the floor with Blake playing with Harley while Anne was watching them as she slowly sipped from her ice water.

"I'll be right back, mum. There's an emergency at Mark's clinic." Harry said gaining their attention.

"Is it daddy?" Blake got up to block the door having no choice but to go back to Gemma when his aunt pulled him towards her so he could sit on her lap.

"No baby, it's another patient who just woke up." Harry told him then kissed his forehead, "Be good to nana and aunt Gemma, I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay!" Blake shrugged going back to Harley.

Harry looked at his mum and sister who gave him encouraging looks then he finally made his way outside quickly getting in his car and driving away. The whole way there he couldn't stop shaking wondering how the hell was he going to explain everything to Louis when it seemed that he was going to have to be the one to do so.

He parked in the usual parking lot space then got out of the car making sure to lock it before making his way inside where he no longer had to stop at the reception area. They knew very well who he was, their boss' son in law. He didn't stop until he was standing right outside his room where Mark and Jay were waiting for him and as soon as she saw him, she burst out crying.

"H- He doesn't want to see us, he hates us." Jay cried only getting louder when Harry hugged her.

"How is he doing?" Harry asked them.

"He's refusing to talk to us, only tried talking to tell us your name and Blake's...nothing else. His voice sounds better now than it did a while ago but he's still having trouble using it." Mark explained.

"I'll go talk to him." Harry pulled away from Jay and without saying anything else walked into the room making sure to knock twice first.

When he walked in he closed the door behind him, his gaze settled at the foot of the bed until he finally looked at him. He let out a barely audible gasp when he saw him already looking right back at him with that same look from years before but there was also a hint of fear in his eyes. He no longer had the mask on his face and instead had on a nasal cannula and his bed was a little raised allowing him to be more comfortable.

"H- Harry..." Louis finally spoke making Harry's eyes sting with unshed tears just by hearing his voice again. It was raspy and weak from years of not being used, but to him it was still the most beautiful sound, "Bl- Blake."

"Lou..." Harry whispered still frozen on his spot until he saw Louis trying to lift his hand up, that's when he finally started walking towards him taking his smaller hand in his much bigger one, "You're awake, you're finally awake."

Harry started crying seeing Louis doing the same moving to wipe away his tears with his thumbs when Louis could barely move his limbs. He cried louder when he kissed his forehead placing Louis' hand on his cheek feeling how soft and warm it was just like all those years ago. When Louis finally moved his thumb it was to wipe away a stray tear unable to stop looking at Harry just like Harry couldn't stop looking at him.

"H- How long was I in a- a coma?" Louis asked frowning when Harry's whole expression changed to one of surprise.

"What? Louis..." Harry started getting interrupted by Louis.

"No, don't- don't lie. Look a- at you." Louis started crying again, "You're not the same, Mark and Jay, they- they're old. You're older and Blake...how old is he?"

With each question Louis only cried harder wondering how much he had missed, how many of Blake's birthdays he had missed. What had happened for him to end up the way he did when the last thing he remembers was being on the phone with Harry where he had told him how much he loved and will always love him and then nothing. He wanted to know what he looked like, how old was he now.

"I'm going to tell you the truth but you need to stay calm and you need to keep an open mind, okay. No matter what I tell you, I want you to know that I love you. I never stopped and Blake loves you too, you're all he thinks about and he wants you to come home." Harry started running his fingers through Louis' hair in attempts to calm him down when Louis couldn't stop crying.

"Harry...please. How long was I asleep?" Louis asked again, his voice getting better the more he talked yet he still sounded exhausted.

"You know your dad has a Cryogenic clinic where he-"

"I know that! I know what he- what he does." Louis interrupted him getting desperate.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Harry asked wanting to know not wanting to mess him up for life.

"C- Calling you, my mu- Jay was- she was crying and you- you were too. Please tell me." Louis begged him getting more scared the longer it was taking Harry to answer him.

"It's going to frighten you, I know it will but I'm here okay. You're safe with me, I'm not gonna let anybody or anything hurt you." Harry kissed Louis' knuckles continuing when Louis only stared at him as more tears pooled in his eyes then rolled down his cheeks, "That day you didn't go into a coma like you think, you- your heart stopped beating. You were officially declared...dead, and Mark decided to freeze you." Harry finished seeing how truly frightened Louis was.

"No..." Louis tried to pull his hand away but couldn't when it wasn't responding and Harry had a tight grip on it, "No! You're lying, nonono. Please no, that's not true. No."

"You stayed like that until I was able to find a cure for the disease that damaged your heart and killed you. That's when Mark and I decided to try and bring you back." Harry held onto his hand tighter hurting at the way Louis was crying.

"No! How long!? How long!" Louis shouted moving his head to the side refusing to look at Harry feeling like the room was getting smaller and he was suffocating.

"Nine...almost ten years." Harry confessed hearing a deafening silence before hell broke loose.

He watched the way Louis started crying and screaming never looking at him while he tried to calm him down but nothing was working. He had no idea the hell Louis was going through, the demons slowly clawing their way inside his mind and soul threatening to tear everything apart. Harry leaned down to hug him making sure Louis' face was on the crook of his neck never flinching at how loud Louis' screams were until he heard them.

"Let me go! Let me go!!" Louis screamed trying to push him away but it was futile when he couldn't even move his body, much less push Harry's body away from his.

"Lou...darling!" Harry shouted already desperate to calm him down hearing his heart rate accelerating at a dangerous rate.

"My baby! I want my baby!" Louis shouted desperately holding onto anything to keep him sane, "Please! Blake!"

Anything. No matter what it was or who it was, no matter what it could give him or take away from him. What else could be taken away from him when he was left empty, when he had already been stripped off of everything.

"He's home, he's okay." Harry placed his hands on his cheeks desperately wiping away his tears seeing how wet his face was after so many tears being shed.

"No! I want my baby, my baby." Louis looked at Harry straight in the eyes seeing his distorted reflection in his eyes forcing him to quit trying to push Harry away.

Harry had moved on, he had stayed behind.

He continued crying while Harry did the same and when he finally stopped crying feeling exhausted was when he let Harry hug him again. His hair smelt of coconuts, the same old shampoo he used to use and was still engraved in his memories. He looked around the room as more tears clouded his vision realizing that he didn't belong there, he didn't belong anywhere anymore. He nuzzled his face against Harry's hair on the side of his head wanting to be close to him as the sorrow ate away at his soul.

"You should have let me go." He whispered against Harry's hair pressing his lips against it, "Let me go." He begged.

It was better to be dead than alive knowing he had missed everything, had missed ten years of his son's life he was never getting back. He felt Harry pulling away wanting to close his eyes when he saw the state he was in. The way the strange yet familiar man in front of him was still holding onto him as if Louis himself was his lifeline.

"No." Harry answered grabbing both of Louis' hands, "I'm never letting you go, not again."

Louis closed his eyes and turned his head to the side whispering over and over again, "Let me go."

Let me go, let me go.

Thoughts? :)

I hope I did justice to Louis' reaction!