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harry remembers the hotel they stayed at. it was the one near all of those shopping centres, the one with big windows and a beautiful oak tree next to it. that hotel was where they celebrated harry's birthday and the one where (quite frankly) louis got wrecked against a window.

harry knew his spot wasn't too far away from the hotel so he knew where he was going when he noticed the big building on his left. the only thing running through his mind was louis louis louis. he needed to find louis and in order to find him, he has to go over everything he has done recently because it really would not surprise him if it's someone doing this out of spite.

he missed louis so much that it made him sick. he couldn't sleep without the comfort of his boy in his arms. he couldn't be at peace knowing both of his babies have vanished. it has torn him to pieces.

niall was at harry's side making sure the man wouldn't go nuts on a stranger around him. he learned things he never knew about, especially when harry made his way to a large white house. harry knocked a few times and picked the lock when he got no answer.

he knew it was jae's house. he was just here not that long ago on their trip. he remembered seeing picture frames of jae and someone else along the walls, he remembered the dog jae had roaming around the house and he most certainly remembered shooting jae because he tried to fuck him over.

niall stuffed his hands in his pockets and silently followed harry around like a lost puppy. hopefully harry knew what he was doing because niall didn't.

"okay," harry sighs and spins around. "jae was at the doorway of the dining room and i was right here," he points to his feet. "jae held a gun at me while i went to reach for mine-" he mimicks every move he could recollect. "we didn't want to sketch eachother out but jae took the money and ran, so i chased him up the stairs and was able to get him before he snuck out of the house somehow."

"wow," niall whistled. he took a look around the empty living room and he strides over to the entertainment center that had a large telly sitting on it. he crouched down to look at the picture frames and he picked one up, brushing the dust off of the glass and furrowed his eyebrows.

"he looks familiar."

harry turned around. "who, jae?"

"no," niall stands and shows him the image. "the guy with him."

harry took the frame out of his hands and he growls before throwing it at the nearest wall. the frame shattered into little pieces and slumped against the wooden floor, the cracked glass covering devon's face.

"harry?"

the man turned on his heels and made his way up the stairs. he jiggled some doorknobs before busting them open to see if he could find anything else but there was no luck. everything was already cleared out except for what was downstairs.

"damn it," he huffs and pulls open drawers and doors, wishing he could get the answers he needed.

harry heads back downstairs to see niall rummaging through photos and papers. the blonde haired lad seemed too into his task so harry tried his best to be quiet in order to not interrupt him.

"his name is devon."

"mhm," harry frowns. "my ex, remember? snooty and always had to be all up on me."

niall's jaw drops. "fuck, h, i think jae and devon were a thing. look at these."

he scatters the polaroid pictures along the floor and unfolded the letters, setting them out too. harry skins through them, reading little captions like date night or my boy, and harry began to wonder if niall was right.

"we need to take these back with us," he says. niall nods and puts them back in the box, closing it up. harry tries to find more information but the box may be his only hope for now.

he just wishes he could find louis without it being so hard.

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"goodmorning, princess," devon smirks as he twirled his keys around his finger. "did you sleep well?"

"i know i will once harry kills you," louis spits and covers himself back up. "what do you want?"

"came to inform you that breakfast is done and i need you to eat before your new doctor comes to visit you. i believe we will find out the gender of our baby soon!" devon clapped his hands.

"our?" the pregnant boy snorts. "you're flipping nuts, leave my baby alone. i don't want your stupid doctor, i don't want your food and i really don't want to be around you right now. you've woken me up to tell me my kid isn't my kid. do me a favor and please leave. i have to piss."

devon crosses his arms. "if you don't eat, you're starving the baby. and you have to see the doctor so we can see how the little one is doing and if you do not comply with either one, that screams bad parent right there."

"i would rather not eat than risk dying due to you probably poisoning me," louis shrugs. "i know my baby is fine. now please, vacate."

devon narrowed his eyes at the boy. "you're lucky you're knocked up or i would do so many things to you," he steps off of the wall and inches towards louis. "i will not hesitate to tie you up and force feed you. be thankful i have even offered you food, bitch."

"will you back off, please?" louis peeks up at him. "i have done nothing to you and you're being mean to me for what purpose?"

"revenge."

"this is a shitty excuse for revenge," louis pulls his cover tightly around him and wraps one arm around his bump, as if it was a shield. he wished he had a shield so he could whack devon in the head with it to make him back up. he missed harry. it's been three days and he knows the man has to be going crazy. they used to be joined at the hip -- harry and louis, louis and harry. neither boys went alone.

louis missed harry so much. he missed harry waking him up in the mornings with their kitten in his arms. he missed how harry would place the cat on louis' face in order to get him awake. louis missed how harry would lay down and talk to his tummy as if the baby was actually paying attention.

speaking of which, louis actually felt a little pressure inside of him and he let out a few tears, glaring up at devon when the man kept staring at him.

louis stands up and wipes his eyes, taking a deep breath. "okay. i'll eat your fucking food. i'll see your doctor. i'll keep myself and my child okay but i don't want you to touch me, talk to me, or even look at me. i can't stand you and i wouldn't piss on you to save your life if you were on fire. you're sick, you're fucked up in the head and i can not wait until harry finally has you dead because that will be the best day of my life. understand?"

devon bows. "yes, princess. do i need to be knighted in, too?"

"go to hell."

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louis ate his breakfast silently, mainly just stabbing his scrambled eggs and wishing the eggs were devon with every jab. he also wanted to take his fork and grab the lad's eyes with it but he can't go too extreme.

the food was alright but he really hoped it wasn't poisoned. the baby seemed to like it because louis has yet to throw up, plus he could feel the little one wiggling around in him.

"oh!" louis gasps when he feels something in his tummy. he puts a hand on it and rubs it. "you alright in there, little peanut?"

louis watches as his hand ever so gently gets pushed up. he furrows his eyebrows and his eyes widen.

"oh my goodness, hi baby," louis tears up and puts his plate to the side. "oh wow, you're kicking mumma! this is amazing, baby!" he pats his tummy. "i wish your daddy could be here to see this, i bet he misses you so much," louis sniffles and leans back to lift his shirt up. he ran his hand over the swollen skin and bites his lip. his baby just kicked for the first time and harry isn't here to find out about it.

he hoped he was having a boy. he wondered if his baby would look like him or harry, with either striking blue eyes or the calming emerald ones. thin lips, button nose or thick lips and luscious curly hair. he already knew it would be brown because he and harry both had brown hair. but he also knew that either way, his son or daughter would be absolutely gorgeous.

louis missed harry. he didn't miss his dominant but he missed his lover. he missed harry touching his tummy nonstop and cuddling with him until he fell asleep. louis wished he could get ahold of him but his things were gone once he woke up. he didn't have his house key, his wallet or his phone. knowing devon, the lad probably trashed them.

after he finished his breakfast, louis laid down and talked to his child until august snuck into the room.

"hey," he says softly.

"what?" louis groans.

august bit his lip and leaned against the closet door. "just wanted to say i was sorry for everything. i really did want to be your friend but devon has been blackmailing me into doing whatever he wants."

"not a good excuse," louis says. "my harry is probably worried sick."

"i know," august carefully stepped closer. "which is why i'm helping you."

louis sat up with knitted eyebrows. "huh?"

august pulls louis' phone out of his pocket. "i believe this is yours."

louis took his phone and unlocked it. "can i call-"

"not while he's here," august puts his hand up. "he doesn't even know i had your phone. so try to hide it as best as you can. it's on silent so don't change the volume or he will flip."

louis nibbled on his lip and nodded. he searched his phone and went through his messages and call log. there were hundreds of messages and calls from harry and zayn alone, and they were still coming through. the most recent one he recieved was from harry, and the message came through not even ten minutes ago.

future husband 💜: i'm coming for you.

louis tapped the text box and sent harry the first message he would get that day.

lou 😍💍: come locked and loaded, daddy. im waiting xx

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sorry this was a shitty filler. next chap will be a lil juicy :)

and i wanna apologize for the slow updates on all of my fics. my mental health is taking a toll on me and i just feel like im losing my touch. i have part of night shift's next chapter written and i have no idea what im gonna do with optional until the last chapter. the last chap is all i have planned at the moment. so please dont be upset, im trying, and keep voting & commenting! i love you guys!!