This chapter is... oh my god. Be prepared for... For a lot of different emotions. We will see a lot happening in this chapter. It might be good for them both to hear the things said, or it might be worse, but we will see!

Speaking of which, how do you feel about this chapter, and how do you feel it will affect their relationship? Let me know!

Over the past couple weeks, Louis and Harry were doing really good. Louis was listening, their sex life was amazing. Harry was also trying to make an effort about going a little easier on Louis, which was really helping. Louis currently sat on the couch, staring at the wall in shock. The doctor that arrived at their house had just left, telling Louis the news that he was pregnant. He got up and immediately went to Harry's office, standing outside the door. Harry was in a meeting and he was trying to wait until it was over, but he couldn't wait. He had to tell Harry. Louis opened the door and stepped in, the men in the room all staring at him. He knew Harry hated getting interrupted but it was important. "Sir, I really need to talk to you. It's really important." Louis said. He didn't want to blurt out he was pregnant in front of the men because he knew that Harry wouldn't want everyone to know so soon.

Harry had been discussing his newest business investment, which was a new type of "product" that would be hitting the streets within a few days, when the door to his office swung open. He had expected it to be Max, one of his other employees who had yet to show, but when he looked up and seen Louis standing in the doorway, he felt a mixture of emotions. The most dominant anger. "What are you doing in here?" Harry growled, quickly standing from his seat. "I apologize for the intrusion. Continue and I will be no longer than a minute," Harry said, smiling a tight lipped smile before he turned to face a pale Louis. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"I'm really sorry for intruding, I just couldn't wait any longer." Louis said and fiddled with his fingers. He was scared. So terribly scared. He didn't want to be pregnant so young, and the thought of being pregnant scared him. But he knew it would make Harry happy. "I-I'm pregnant." Louis said looking at him, tears coming to his eyes. "I'm scared." He said as a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

Harry blinked, then furrowed his eyebrows. "You're what?" He asked, his heart stalling in his chest. He had heard what Louis had said, but it wasn't until he looked down and seen a protective hand placed over Louis' stomach that it really clicked. Picking Louis up, and not caring if anybody seen the embrace because he was going to be a father, Harry spun them around in a large circle before placing Louis down on the ground. His lips instantly found Louis' in a heated kiss, passion flowing so freely between the two in this moment. Harry was going to be a father! The only thing he had ever truly wanted, was his now!

Louis was shocked when he got picked up. He held onto Harry and then gasped slightly when Harry kissed him, kissing back. The kiss felt amazing, his sadness immediately going away. He knew he was going to be okay now. When they pulled away, both their lips were a little swollen and red from the heated kiss. "You're going to be a father. So am I." Louis said. "I just can't believe it." Louis said and put his hand on his stomach.

Harry, going against his every rule, placed a hand on Louis' belly, publicly showing his weakness to the men behind him, and smiled small. "I'm going to be a father," he said, repeating Louis' words in a hushed voice. It felt so odd coming from his mouth, the way his tongue so carefully curled around the delicate words, but it sounded so very right. "We are going to be parents," he felt so happy right now, so positively happy, and he didn't care to hide it. Let the world know that Harry Styles was going to be a father, a happy one at that!

Louis smiled at Harry. "I've never seen you so happy. I like it." Louis said and put his hand on top of Harry's. "There's a little baby inside me. I scheduled another doctor's appointment in a couple weeks for an ultrasound. She said that it's just a little too early to see the baby." Louis said and looked at him. "I'm scared to have a baby with you, but I know it will be okay. Now I'm excited."

Harry's nose wrinkled. Why would he be scared to have a baby with him? "What are you scared of?" He asked after a few heartbeats. If if was the people who constantly posed a threat to Harry's life, then there was nothing to worry about. Harry was planning on adding an additional hundred or so men the moment he was free, just to make sure Louis and his unborn child was protected.

"Well I'm so young and I never expected to have a baby this young. It's not because it's with you. It's just having a baby in general." Louis said and sighed heavily. "I'm worried I'm going to be a bad mum or dad or whatever you would call me." Louis said and looked at Harry.

Harry sighed and visibly relaxed. That's good Louis wasn't afraid the child would be in danger because Harry was its father. "You will do just fine, I promise. And if my word doesn't help calm you down, then how about I sign you up for parenting classes?" Harry asked, taking a step back just to create some distance. He let his hand fall to his side and hang there limply, regrettably removing it from Louis' belly.

Louis shrugged. "I'll think about it. I think I'll read some books on parenting and pregnancy." Louis said. "Besides, I have four little siblings, I think I have some pretty good practice with them. I'm still a little scared though. But that's how it is with your first child I'm assuming." Louis said and looked at him. "You can keep touching my belly. Even though I don't have a bump yet."

Harry waved him off and his business man mask was once again in place. "No, I'm afraid I can't," he said, words low. "I have a meeting to finish. So, unless you have anything else to tell me, or ask, then do not bother me again," Harry, even though he was really trying, was still an ass. He talked to Louis a little nicer, and was gentler during sex, but that was it. He didn't even try to stop himself before speaking what was on his mind, figuring Louis could handle that much.

Louis frowned. "Okay. I'm sorry." He said and went back downstairs, sitting down on the couch. He pulled his knees to his chest, one arm wrapped protectively over his stomach. "I will love you forever baby. I will protect you with everything I have. And I know you'll see daddy be mean to me. But I'm okay. I'll always have you to cuddle and hold. You're so small but I love you so much already. And do does daddy. And I don't know if he'll show it. But I always will." Louis whispered, talking to the baby that obviously couldn't hear him. It calmed him a little bit.

Harry sat back down in his seat and proceeded to discuss what their plan was, now in a slightly better mood. Their shipment would arrive no later than tomorrow, and his men already had people lined up to start selling it. It was some kind of hybrid of cocaine and ecstasy. Apparently, the users get feelings of euphoria. It's dancey, it's happy, a bit trippy, and it's been selling like crazy. Harry seen the opportunity and took it.

After his meeting, he messaged Oscar and asked how his new employees were doing. After having scheduling conflicts for a week straight, Harry sent another man from his company to test them out, figuring he could always test the next batch. He was still unsure if he should tell Louis or not, (aside from his little blow out the other day, but Louis didn't seem to catch it) because even though it wasn't technically cheating to Harry, Louis might view it differently and blame Harry for not trying to make their marriage work. He was not at all looking forward to the conversation, if there was even going to be one, because he knew it would end with Louis sobbing and screaming and some other pathetic shit that got on Harry's nerves.

Louis watched as Harry came downstairs. He was still curled up on the couch, now watching tv. He was so tired now that he was pregnant. It was to be expected, since he was growing another human being inside him. Louis looked toward Harry and smiled. "How did the meeting go?" He asked and rubbed his stomach.

Harry shrugged and fixed himself a glass of scotch with ice. He sat down in a chair across the room from where the couch was and glanced up at the tv. There was a god awful yellow, holey thing squealing on it with a fairly stupid pink starfish. "What the hell is this?" Harry asked, completely taking the focus off of his work. He usually came up with some stupid cover story, but he was exhausted. He had got little to no sleep last night, had to be up at five this morning, and still had matters to attend to today. Sleep was always just beyond his reach, and he hated it.

"You've never watched spongebob? It's my favorite cartoon ever. I watch it all the time still to this day. It still makes me laugh my ass off." Louis said and looked at him. "You look really tired." Louis said with a pout. "Do you want to cuddle with me? Or are you good?" Louis asked him.

Harry shook his head. "No, I have never watched something so... Stupid. How does this interest you?" He asked, staring at the screen for a few more seconds. The sponge was now running through a field trying to catch jellyfish. Who in their right mind would enjoy this? It was beyond him. Finally ripping his gaze away from the train wreck on the television, Harry turned to Louis and considered his offer. Lying down honestly sounded so nice, but he would most likely fall asleep. "No," he said, finally deciding. "I have to go and meet someone soon," he added, returning his attention back to the tv. He hoped Louis wouldn't ask who he was meeting or why. It was best he didn't know.

Louis frowned. "It's so funny. It's funny because it's stupid." Louis said and began laughing at the show, smiling wide, his eyes sparkling. "Who do you have to go meet? Is it another meeting for your company or something?" Louis asked. "I like to hear you talk about work." Louis said with a smile.

Harry let his head fall back against the chair and he groaned. He would have to think of some stupid lie now so Louis didn't know what he was truly doing. His fucking migraine was punishing him, apparently, because he couldn't think of anything to really say. "I have to go meet Oscar. We have potential long term clients," Harry said, hoping Louis wouldn't catch onto the cover story he used weeks ago. It wasn't like he was ashamed of his work. It's just the job he was going to do now needed to be done with as little people knowing as possible. It was... Dangerous... Sickening... Inhumane... It was everything anybody could ever think of, times by a thousand. It was his job, nonetheless, and the clients always paid him generously.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows. "Didn't you have a meeting with another long term client just a week ago? Why don't you just tell me the truth and not lie to me." Louis said and crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at him. "Well? What is it?" Louis asked and sat up. He stared at Harry. It was obvious he wasn't going to give up until Harry told him the truth.

Harry rolled his eyes and let his head fall to the side, cheek pressed against his shoulder, so he could look at Louis. "I'm having an affair," he deadpanned, not at all looking amused as he took another sip from his scotch, the smooth liquid easily sliding down his throat. He swirled the his cup, the ice cubes clanking against the glass, and looked at Louis again. The boy didn't believe him, shocker. "Can I not have more than one meeting with a long term client?" Harry snapped, swallowing the rest of his scotch in one swallow, leaving only the ice cubes in the bottom of the glass.

"You're not having an affair. You wouldn't say it so calm and cool. Now tell me the truth. I don't like when people lie to me. The worst thing you could do is lie to me." Louis said getting tears in his eyes. "I hope you know that I am pregnant with your child so you best be nicer to me." Louis said and glared at him, standing up and ran up the stairs. He didn't understand why Harry had to be an ass all the time.

Should he go after him? He probably should, but this chair felt far too nice. He would let Louis cry it out while he was gone, then he would talk to him once he got back. By then, surely he would have a believable excuse. As he stood up, he set his glass down on the table and walked out to his car, silently cursing Louis and his memory. Zeek, his wonderful driver, must have remembered their meeting because he was already parked in front of the house with the car on. "Hello, sir." The elder man said as soon as Harry was set down in the car, looking at him through the little glass mirror. "Long day?" He asked when Harry didn't answer, but instead grunted in response.

"You have no idea," Harry mumbled, eyes heavy. "Will Ethan be meeting us there?" Harry asked after a moment. When Zeek confirmed, Harry relaxed back in his seat and told him to drive. It was funny. All those years ago, when he had been on his way to his first "assassination", he could barely keep still. He also had a hard time keeping the little contents of his stomach down, but now, hundreds of... Cases, is what he calls them... Later, and he's nearly falling asleep. Shouldn't that speak more words about what Harry has seen and done, than anything he could ever say?

Louis looked out the window to see Harry get in the car and leave. He glared at the car as it pulled away. Louis looked down at his stomach. "Your father is an asshole. You'll see that early on in life. You'll probably hate him and he'll wonder what he did wrong. But it was right under his nose the whole time." Louis said and gritted his teeth. He was so angry. His pregnancy hormones must be kicking in. He grabbed the lamp that was sitting on the end table, throwing it at the wall. "Whoops." He said, watching it as it shattered against the wall. "He'll have a great time when he sees that." Louis said and curled up in the bed, crossing his arms over his chest.

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Harry sat in his car and watched through the tinted windows as a large black bag was thrown into the back of a white van and drove off. He sighed and looked down at his knuckles, using the wet towelette Zeek had given him to wipe the dried blood off the back of his knuckles. His rings were safely tucked in his jacket pocket, where he always put them when working a case like the one he just did. The red blood was splattered along the back of his hand, a stark contrast to the pale skin that stretched over his bones.

"It has been taken care of," Harry assured the woman who set next to him, her eyes too pinned on the blood splattered along his knuckles. She nodded silently and passed over a large yellow envelope.

"I withdrew the money slowly throughout the past few months, like you suggested, and it was never more than I would usually spend on shopping trips," she told him, chewing on her red lips. "Did my Eddie suffer?" She asked, not being able to help the feeling of guilt. Of course she was better off, and the eye that was swollen shut was proof of that, but still. It hurt to know the only option she had at getting out of her marriage was for her husband to meet such a... Cruel end... But she ultimately knew if it hadn't been him, she would have met the same fate in only a matter of time.

Harry rolled his eyes. The women were always the most emotional after he finished his part of the deal. This is why he prefers others to talk to the people that hire him, rather than himself. But tonight, he felt like handling it himself. "Of course he suffered," Harry snarled, squishing the envelope between his legs and seat. "But he got what he deserved. Now, since our business is done, I would like to go home. Leave my car at once and never contact me again," Harry said, and as soon as the words left his mouth his car door was opened and she was pulled out. She yelled some sort of thanks, but Harry didn't listen.

"I would like to go home now, Zeek," Harry said in a much gentler voice when his driver returned to his seat. Zeek nodded and began to drive, knowing Harry preferred silence after he finished a case like the one he just did. It always took a toll on his boss.

Louis continued to wait for Harry, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know how long Harry had been gone. He knew it was over an hour, possibly two. He was so angry still that Harry blatantly lied to him like that. He heard a car door close. He looked out the window to see the car in the driveway. He went downstairs immediately and waited for Harry to walk in. "Where the hell were you? You're just going to lie to me and leave for a couple hours? Don't you want to be around your pregnant wife at all? Does this baby not even matter to you!" Louis yelled. It was obvious his hormones were already starting to go a little crazy. Which was understandable. His teenage hormones mixing with his pregnancy hormones, not a good mix at all. "Don't lie to me. Where were you?"

Here we go. Harry was tired of getting the fifth degree when he went somewhere longer than Louis liked. He wasn't the man whose life had been taken away when he got married. Louis' was. "I don't appreciate you yelling at me the moment I walk into my own house, and I do not appreciate you questioning my feelings towards our child," Harry growled, his eyes still extremely dark as he pushed past Louis and went straight to his liquor cabinet. He could not handle this right now. He was so wound up and would definitely blow up if Louis didn't shut the hell up.

Louis huffed. "Are you going to be doing this when our baby comes too? Just leave while your child is crying saying 'daddy daddy! Don't go daddy!' Huh? Are you just going to leave them. Or are you going to give a shit about them but not me? I did give them life after all. I'm going to carry our baby for nine fucking months and you're not going to care one bit about me. You know what? Maybe I'll try and do it natural so I'll fucking die and you'll be able to get your baby and not have me anymore just like you want!" Louis yelled. He didn't know why he was so mad. He knew he was being ridiculous but he felt like he couldn't control himself.

Harry threw his cup full of scotch against the wall, glass shards flying everywhere, and in three large strides he was standing in front of Louis; towering over him with his nostrils flaring, eyes wild and breathing heavy. "Never speak to me that way again! I have a fucking job that requires me to be available twenty four fucking hours a day! Do you think I like never being home? Or that I'll like having my child screaming for me to stay? Who do you take me for, Louis. What kind of man do you think I am that I would want you to die simply because you annoy me?" Harry shouted, becoming even more intimidating and frightening when he took a step closer and brought their faces closer together, his breath smelling heavily of the alcohol he had just took a drink of.

"Raise your voice at me again, question my feelings towards our child, or threaten risking your life because you're upset I do not love you and I swear to god-" Harry broke off so he could move his mouth, lips hovering just an inch away from Louis' ear. "You will regret your entire fucking existence," it was said in a whisper, but his tone of voice would put fear in even the most strongest of hearts.

Louis looked up at him. "Lucky you, I already regret my existence. You're not anything special." Louis said and looked at him. "You said you were going to try!" Louis yelled. "And I did try! I've listened to you and been good during sex and what do you do? Lie! You lie! You yell and me and make me feel like shit! How is that trying? News flash! It's not!" Louis yelled at him. "I could easily convince our child to hate you. And I think I will." Louis said glaring at him. "I'm going to tell them everything. I'm going to tell them how daddy hurts mummy, and isn't nice to mummy." Louis said and shoved him away. "Go to hell." Louis said. Immediately after his outburst, his face paled. He was now completely terrified of Harry. He whimpered and quickly ran upstairs. He knew Harry was so pissed at him.

Harry counted to ten in his head, trying to calm the storm that was raging within him. He took the stairs one at a time, going slow as he unfastened his belt and pulled it through each loop. He then folded it in half and with a testing smack against his palm, he grinned. The material off his belt wouldn't be too harsh, or hurt Louis too much if he didn't put too much strength behind each whip. "Louis," he yelled, taunting him as he kicked their bedroom door open. The first thing he seen was the lamp shattered on the floor, then Louis curled into a ball by the closet. Oh baby, Harry thought, I told you I would make you regret your existence if you threatened me one more time. But he never learned. He was always testing Harry, seeing if he would truly punish him. He probably acted the way he did today because he thought Harry wouldn't punish him because he was carrying their child. He couldn't have been any wronger. A few whips to the ass wouldn't harm their baby, Harry was sure.

Louis curled up by the closet, instantly beginning to cry. Why did he have to get his sassy side from his mother? Louis heard Harry coming up the stairs, hearing the smack. His eyes went wide. "No! Daddy I'm sorry!" Louis cried. He cried harder when Harry kicked the door open. He let out a scream and looked over at Harry. "I'm sorry daddy! Please don't hurt me! I'll be good! I'll be good!" Louis sobbed and scooted away from him until he hit the wall, sitting in the corner of the room.

Harry shook his head and tsked, not at all looking like his well put together self. There was some raw, unreadable emotion in his eye. He looked unhinged, like he was on the edge of losing his sanity completely. "You will learn not to talk back to me," Harry said, walking across the glass which crunched beneath his shoes, masking the sound of Louis' sobs. He easily picked Louis up and carried him bridal style rather than throwing him over his shoulder and putting pressure on his stomach. The boy kicked and scream, but Harry's hold was like iron. It was useless to struggle.

Louis looked up at Harry, shaking his head. "I won't do it again! I promise!" Louis cried and tried to scoot back further, but it was no use. He screamed when Harry picked him up, squirming in his arms. He desperately kicked his legs. "Help me!" Louis screamed and cried. "Help!" He screamed and continued to kick. "Stop!" He sobbed and kept kicking even though he knew it was no use.

It was no use for Louis to scream. Harry's maids and Hector had gone home already. His men were on strict command not to bother him for the rest of the night. They knew of Harry's punishments, so they didn't go running when they heard Louis screaming.

Harry carried Louis across the hallway and set him on the bed in his... Well, his room he fucks his prostitutes in. He laid him on the bed, then flipped him onto his stomach and grabbed two sets of handcuffs with the bar from out of the closet, where he kept numerous toys. The first he fastened around the crook in Louis' elbows and spread the bar far enough that it wouldn't be too painful for Louis, then fastened the other pair above the crook of Louis' knees. His legs spread apart when Harry spread the bar, going further and further until Louis' clothed ass was up in the air and on display.

Louis continued to cry, screaming as Harry put him on the bed. He tried to crawl away but it was no use. He cried out in pain as Harry cuffed him, not liking the bar that kept his arms apart. Same with his legs. He hated it. He knew he wasn't supposed to like punishments. But he was terrified. "I-Is there a safe word? I-I know that stress isn't good for the baby." Louis said, his voice shaking from fear and from crying. He hated himself for talking back to Harry. He always hated himself. His mental health was going into a downward spiral fast, which wasn't good, especially because of his history.

Harry hummed as he pulled Louis' pants and underwear down so they hugged his thighs. "Giraffe. But don't worry, I won't be fucking you," Harry ran a gentle hand down Louis' plump cheek, then brought his hand down, not as hard as he had the last time he had spanked him out of anger, but hard enough it made his palm tingle a little. He didn't plan on fucking Louis after he punished him. No sense of giving him pleasure after. Where was the lesson in that?

Louis whimpered and squirmed at the spanking. He didn't like this at all. Everyday he wished, he hoped and he prayed that he could just go home to his mum. That's all he wanted. "Please don't. I'll be good I promise. Just one more chance. Please." Louis begged and chewed on his lip.

Harry ignored Louis' begging and once again folded his belt. He got a tight grip on the end of it, then hummed. "Maybe you'll learn not to push me when I tell you to stop. Maybe now you'll listen to my warnings," Harry said, the belt smacking against Louis' arse seconds later. He immediately brushed his fingers over the bright red skin, admiring the way it heated beneath his fingertips.

Louis whimpered. "I'm sorry!" He said. He then cried out loudly, bursting into tears when he felt the belt against his skin. "I'm sorry daddy! Please not again!" He said and tended when Harry touched the abused skin. "I'm so sorry!" He cried. He squirmed, but he couldn't move at all. "I'll listen next time! I promise!"

Harry caressed Louis' bum gently and allowed him a few seconds to calm down before he stepped back and held the belt in a tight grip again, the veins in his arms pressing against his skin and standing out. "I have made compromises, Louis." Harry said in a low voice, mocking a pout Louis seemed to have mastered. "Don't you know how much I have gave up for you? I have gave up my sanity..." He broke off and mumbled to himself, "I mean, before I was only slightly insane. My bolts and screws were still in place, but you knocked them out and I can't fucking find them," he sighed and lifted the belt, bringing it so it rested over his shoulder.

"I gave up my beautiful, beautiful prostitutes. And oh, huh, let me tell you about them. They were fresh pieces of meat. I could have fucked them all silly before others got to taste my goods, but you made me promise to try, so I rescheduled the damn meeting and guess what? It was rescheduled time and time again for a week straight, then I had to give them up," Harry pouted. "I was hoping to get a good fuck out of them. All well, it's too late now," he shrugged, then smacked the belt against Louis' ass once again, grinning when Louis whimpered and let out a low moan.

"Why don't you just send me away then?" He whimpered. His heart dropped when he heard Harry talk about the prostitutes. It made him sick to think of Harry fucking someone else. He couldn't believe Harry could just do that. Who knows how many diseases the prostitutes could have, which Harry would get and then be given to him. He had more tears roll down his cheeks. He couldn't understand how people survived worse than this. Because he was struggling to go day to day anymore. He cried out and let out a soft moan when Harry hit him again. He squirmed and shook his head. "Please stop. I wanna stop." He cried.

Harry fisted a handful of Louis' hair at the nape of his neck and tugged his head back gently, making Louis' pale neck stretch and his adam's apple protrude. He kissed the underside of Louis' jaw and with a few more light kisses, he made his way to Louis ear, tongue poking out slightly from between his lips. He licked the shell of his ear, then with his hot breath ghosting over the side of his face, he whispered, "Because, you are mine. You will not go anywhere for as long as I live." How possessive. He blew gently, earning him a shutter, then pulled back and ran a hand down Louis' back, the skin smooth beneath his fingertips. "I will stop, on one condition; you leave me alone when I tell you. It doesn't matter how curious you are, or how worried you are. You. Will. Leave. Me. Alone." The last five words were growled through clenched teeth, enunciated with a tap of Harry's finger against the blazing red skin on Louis' abused bum.

Louis cried out loudly, whimpering as Harry manhandled him. He didn't like being Harry's. Harry's hands didn't feel good anymore. The touch of him just felt like torture. Every time they had sex he would close his eyes and think of someone else. Most of the time it was a celebrity. But what Harry didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. "I-I'll leave you alone. Can you just promise not to lie to me? That's all I ask. No lying." Louis said and whimpered, squirming. He wanted this to be over, the sooner the better.

Harry hummed in thought, then nodded and let the belt drop to the floor with a quiet thud. "Do you want to know what I did tonight?" He asked as he unlocked the handcuffs, first starting with Louis' arms, then his legs. He hung them back up in the closet and slipped the keys into their rightful places, then turned to face Louis, a dark grin on his face. He had truly enjoyed tonight with Louis, as sick as that was.

Louis rolled over onto his back and looked at Harry. He rubbed his wrists, thankful that the cuffs were off. "Yes. I would like to know since you wouldn't tell me." Louis said and curled up in the bed, hugging the pillow. Louis furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are you grinning like that? You're scaring me."

Harry grinned and walked over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. "Because, haven't you heard, I'm a monster," he faked a gasp, then laughed. Punishing Louis had put him in a much better mood. "I was helping a woman get out of an abusive relationship. When I had met her a few months ago, she was in the hospital and the official report had been she fell down the stairs, but her husband had hit her until her face was... She was barely recognizable," Harry frowned as he recalled the memory, his eyebrows forming a deep v above them.

"I have been helping her plan a way to be free of him so she no longer endured the abuse. Tonight was the night she was finally set... Free?" His nose wrinkled at his own words. He had set her free, but explaining it the way he had sounded so weird. Something that was a dirty job and made him a criminal, made him sound like a hero when explained in the way he had just did to Louis. Wording truly was key in all conversations.

Well, he wasn't technically a murderer. He hadn't been the one to do the killing tonight, or really ever. He didn't enjoy taking a human's life, but he had a reputation to maintain. So, when people hired him as a hitman, he hired his own hitman. It was always kept a secret, and he always made sure to be at the scene so he could get the credit. It was a win win. He hired homicidal psychopaths do his dirty work. They got their fix, without being a suspect, and he got the credit.

Louis listened to Harry speak, thinking he was actually a good person until he got to the end. His face paled and looked at Harry. "Y-You killed him?" Louis asked and swallowed hard. Louis didn't understand how he would be nice to a complete stranger but still have the audacity to be a total ass to him. "You're making it seem like you're a hero when you're not. If you wouldn't taken her out of the situation and not killed him, then yeah. But no. You killed him." Louis said shaking his head. "You're going to be a fantastic parent." Louis said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

Harry shook his head and laughed. "I didn't kill anybody, I promise," he said, leaning back on his palms. He felt sick when he seen the way Louis looked at him, like he really was a villain. "And love, that isn't what I'm hired for. Can't take a job and not finish it." He booped Louis on the nose, then stood up and stretched. "I am serious, though. I didn't kill anybody, and I never have," besides, what's the big deal? Why was his parenting being judged over his job? It's not like he would kill the child, or do anything to hurt it. So, why was Louis making him feel like he would?

"But you hired someone else to?" Louis asked him, swallowing hard. "That's still horrible. You have business where you hire people to kill people for you." Louis said, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You're a horrible person." Louis said and got up. "Same thing with the prostitutes. Testing out them? That's disgusting. They are people too." Louis said, more tears rolling down his cheeks. "And why are you nicer to a complete stranger than your own pregnant wife?"

Harry rolled his eyes. Revealing everything he had was a mistake. A big one at that. Why did he even listen to what Louis was saying anyway? It's not like he cared. "Haven't we already discussed the fact that I'm a horrible monster who only ever picks on you?" Harry asked, clearing his throat. He didn't feel like a horrible person when he seen how grateful the people he helped looked. What he does, isn't anywhere close to what the men he has killed does. "And fuck you," Harry said, scoffing as he walked out of the bedroom. "My job entitles me to test them out, so take it up with the boss." He stopped in the doorway, then turned around to face Louis with a smirk. "Wait, I am the boss."

Louis looked at him. "You do only pick on me. And I don't understand why." Louis said simply, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Sometimes I think what would've happened if I would've succeeded 2 years ago when I took a whole bottle of pills. Usually the pros of succeeding out weight the cons." He said and stared at the wall, sighing shakily. He looked up at Harry after a minute and watched him. "I replay our wedding night over and over in my head. I loved that day. I wish you were him all the time."

Who? The man acting as a caring husband so Louis could have one good day out of this arrangement? It had been hard that day to be kind, but Harry had succeeded. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was an ass to Louis ninety percent of the time. Well, he was worse to some of his employees, but still. Did Louis deserve how Harry was treating him? Would a hit man be hired to kill Harry because he was just as abusive as the men he had killed, just not necessarily physically? He frowned at the realization. He was no better than Eddie, the man he dealt with tonight. He had been wound up when he came home, but did Louis deserve the punishment Harry had gave him?

Harry suddenly dropped to his knees, the crack of his bones hitting against the floor nearly deafening in the silent room. He was a sick monster... Not just acting like one so Louis didn't grow close to him, but he was a real, honest to god monster. He made Louis wish he had succeeded in killing himself for Christ sakes.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Harry simply whispered, an unsettling honesty twining with his words.

Louis watched Harry stand there, staring off into nothing as he tried to figure out whatever thoughts he had in his brain. His eyes widened when he fell to the ground. Louis got up and kneeled next to him. "Hey, look at me." Louis said softly and softly made Harry look at him. "I'm gonna help you. Because that's what wives do. I'm going to help you feel again." Louis said and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Do it for our baby? Do it for you so you're not miserable. I want to help you. But you have to try and change your attitude." Louis said. "You can change and be a good person. I know you can. I believe in you." No matter what Harry did, Louis had the biggest heart and wanted to help.

Harry felt naked here in this moment, he felt vulnerable and that didn't sit well with him. Neither did Louis' gentle touches. He didn't push him away, but he didn't lean into them either. He didn't want to feel like this though, so he laughed off the need to open up and shook his head.

"I can't change, Louis. My brains been hard-wired to make me the way I am. I can't just... Change who I am, or what I do just because I have a small want to. I am me, Harry Styles, irrational asshole with anger issues who picks on the weakest person in the room. You can either accept me for who I am right now, and we can make this marriage work, or you can continue pushing me and our marriage will fail within the first year." He said, not knowing which he would pick himself. He was beyond help, though, and the sooner Louis realized this, the better. Harry looked back up and locked eyes with Louis, dull green orbs trapped in the vibrant blue skies in Louis' eyes.

Louis sighed heavily and stroked Harry's hair. "I can tell you're tense right now because I'm touching you like this." Louis said. "You keep saying you can't. But I know you can. You have walls built up. Walls that have been put up over the years because of what you believe you're supposed to do, and how you're supposed to treat people. You have to let me in. You have to let me past all those walls and help you." Louis said. "Can you trust me? Let your guard down and forget what people have taught you? You have to do this for yourself. Because once our baby comes, you're going to mess up and lash out at them. I know you will. And I know you don't want that."

Harry shook his head, refusing to believe Louis. He would never hurt his child.. He would never lay a hand on it. He would love it and protect it from all the horrible people in the world... But didn't that mean from himself too? Harry sagged forward and let his head rest against the carpet. A single tremor ran down his spine, but other than that, he was stalk still.

He needed to change. He had to change. He couldn't be this... This anymore. But he couldn't. "I can't," Harry whispered, forehead burning as it rubbed against the carpet due to him shaking his head. "I can't let you in, I don't want to. I don't want to change either. Let me be the man I am. If I truly make you unhappy, then leave. Return to your mother's. Protect the child from me and I promise if you decide to do that, I will never bother you again. You will never hear from me, or see me again for the rest of your life. It will be like... Like I didn't exist."

He would rather lose his child then to let himself become vulnerable. He refused to let the walls he has so carefully put up, down. The thought of change, terrified him. The man that sat hunched over the floor, had been the way that he was for eighteen years... He had been taught from the young age of four that emotions were wrong, that love was wrong, that they made you weak. And he didn't dare risk learning anything else.

Men don't cry. They feel nothing. You will feel nothing.

Louis frowned. "I do hate you quite a bit right now, but I care a lot about you and I'm not going to let you live like this anymore. Why are you so afraid to be vulnerable. I won't let anyone hurt me or this child. Harry, if you let love and happiness and all the good things in your heart you're going to be amazed at how amazing you feel. I want to be a safe space where you can feel vulnerable around me. I won't judge you or criticize. I know it's going to be a long journey but you have to take that jump of showing me your raw, naked emotions."

Harry couldn't take this anymore. He didn't want to feel anything Louis was trying to make him feel. He needed to feel... To feel someone's fear. "Leave." Harry said in a low voice, just barely audible. Then he suddenly jerked up, pointed a finger towards the door, and growled as threatening as he could, "Leave, now! I don't want to discuss this anymore and I do not want you to ever bring up the topic again! You think I am a horrible person right now? Don't push me or I really will live up to your nightmares."

"I know you don't mean that. I know deep down you want to feel love and be happy. You have to let yourself. Come on." Louis encouraged. He didn't want to give up and he knew this was going to be a difficult task. "Stop hiding. I know you can do it. You just have to trust me." Louis said to him.

"Fuck off!! Harry snarled, his hands clenching into fists at his side. "I don't trust you! One minute I'm going to be a 'great father' then the next you're telling me how shitty of a father I'm going to be! You take what you know will hurt me and you use it against me! You're no better than I am," Harry spat, rising to a shaky stance. "At least I am honest about who I am, and I accept who I am." He stormed out of the room with that, figuring if Louis wouldn't leave, he would. He was tired of being pressured to do things he didn't want to do, to become someone he didn't want to. And he was tired of Louis thinking he could do whatever the hell he wanted, and say whatever the hell he wanted. Harry needed to get him under control, and fast.

Louis frowned. "Because it took me until just now to realize that you aren't this person. You were taught wrong and you need to be the man you're supposed to be. How can I get you to trust me?" Louis asked. He followed Harry quickly and huffed. "I'm not going to stop. I know there's a great guy underneath everything. You just have to trust me."

Harry spun around, just barely refraining from putting his fist through the wall by Louis' head. He hadn't had an urge this strong to punch something, to hurt something, in so many years, and it terrified him. He didn't know how long he could.. Stop himself. "You wanna know how great of a guy I am?" Harry asked, snarling. He didn't wait for Louis to answer before he let out a blood chilling laugh, his head tipping back in the process. "I fuck whores until they're screaming my name. They're begging for me to fuck them harder, and I do. You thought I was yours," Harry laughed again, the sound nearly animalistic, and shook his head. "I'm nobody's. You don't own me, and you never will. Stop trying to fix me when I have nothing to fix, and leave me the fuck alone!"

"Technically you are mine because we're married. By law I'm yours and you're mine." Louis said and crossed his arms over his chest. "Stop being scared of the people that can hurt you and let yourself fall in love! What's stopping you? Just do it!" Louis yelled. "You need to be fixed. You have to Harry. You have to try. I know you can do this."

Harry didn't want to listen to anymore of those. He backed up into the shadows, looking like a trapped predator with his wild eyes searching for any escape. When his eyes fell on his office door down the hallway, he didn't wait another second before he was running towards it, his ears ringing and head swimming. His entire childhood he had been told he needed to be fixed, that who he was, wasn't who he needed to be. He needed to be strong, fearless, emotionless. Now, someone was trying to tell him he needed to be something different. No. Harry refused. He slammed the door to his office closed, locked it, then began pacing. His fingers raked through the messy mop of curls that sat upon his head, then he froze, and before he even knew what he was doing, he had a chair in his hands and he threw it against the wall, watching with an unsettling newfound calmness painted across his face as the chair broke, pieces flying in all directions.

Louis sighed and stood outside the door. "Harry.. Don't be mad at me. You need help. And I know I need to change as well. I can't keep threatening you saying I'm going to kill myself. It's wrong. How about we make a deal? We both see therapists. How to be a better couple, be good parents and be better people in general." Louis said and sighed shakily. "Please. We need to do this for our baby. If you won't change for me. Change for our child."

Harry hadn't heard a word Louis said, because the wind was whipping in his ears. He was standing out on his balcony now, hands gripping the metal railing as he stared out at the city twinkling in the night. At night, this was his favorite thing to do to calm down. It was peaceful out here, and when the sky was dark with stars littering it, and the lights in the city were on, it created this innocent looking city where you would think nothing bad could ever happen. He knew otherwise, of course, because he was the main reason for some of the chaos below him, but he liked to pretend.

Louis knocked on the door and sighed. "Come on Harry. You can't just shut me out." He said and waited a couple minutes, when there was silence, he stepped back. "I'm not giving up on you like other people have!" Louis called out and sat down outside the door, pulling his knees to his chest. He didn't know how Harry was going to be a good dad when he acted the way he did. It scared him. He rubbed his bump and sighed softly. "I love you." He whispered.

When nothing was heard for a good ten minutes, Harry slowly walked back into his office and shut the doors to his balcony carefully, making sure he didn't make any noise. He quietly walked over to the couch in his office and set down with a soft sigh, his head falling back against the back of the couch. He was exhausted, but his head hurt far too much for him to even attempt to try and get some rest. He knew Louis was speaking the truth, even if it was truth Harry didn't want to hear. He would have to clean up his act if he wanted to be a positive role model for his child.

That didn't mean that he would be a completely different man by tomorrow morning, or even by the time the child was born, but he could put some effort towards it. He wouldn't accept love like Louis wanted him to, or even acknowledge Louis' feelings. He would agree to try and better himself, but no more. Emotions weren't a part of his world. They hadn't been for a very, very long time. And that is how it is to stay. No matter how much Louis begs and whines. Harry wasn't changing his mind, or his heart.