~Two months later, Louis' POV~

Louis was excited for his doctor's appointment today. He loved seeing his babies on the screen. He was starting to get anxious about what they would look like. He also was anxious to get them out because he was very sick of being pregnant, moving into his seventh month was hard. His back hurt, his ankles hurt and it was even harder to move around. He waddled a lot now, most of the time. Louis went to the appointment with his mum. When they got there and were in the room, he was a little emotional because this would be the first ultrasound Harry would miss. "There's your baby girls. Big and healthy." Leslie smiled at them. Louis looked at Jay and grinned, blinking quickly to try to blink away his tears.

Jay covered her mouth with her hand and stared with tear filled eyes at the screen. She had seen pictures before of the little beans, but she had never been to an actual ultrasound for them. "They're beautiful," she whispered, breathless. She couldn't even begin to describe the feeling she got at seeing her grandbabies for the very first time. Even with the blurry picture that at the moment only showed one of the babies, she could make out her small nose and full lips. The baby looked like Harry, but she didn't tell Louis. These past two months have been hard on him without Harry making any move to rekindle their marriage, or even show that he still cared.

Louis looked at the screen and nodded. "They are. I can't believe how beautiful they are. I hope I can tell them apart." He said and rubbed the top of his bump that didn't have gel on it. "They look like they have Harry's nose." He said biting his lip. "What if they look nothing like me?" He asked. "I want my kids to look like me." Louis said and looked at Jay. "I don't want them to look like Harry." He said, looking down at his bump.

"Oh hush, love. They'll look like you," she said, swatting at his arm playfully. She didn't actually know if they would, but wouldn't doubt if they didn't. From what she has seen, the Styles genes are strong. They are all overly beautiful creatures with dazzling smiles and strong, sharp features. If these kids looked anything like Louis, it would be a miracle.

Louis looked at Jay. "Harry looks nothing like his mum." He sniffled and rubbed his eyes. "Neither does his sister. There's two of them. They'll probably both look like Harry and every time I go out into public with them they'll think I kidnapped them." Louis said. "At least I got my girls. Harry wanted boys." Louis smiled.

Jay snorted and rolled her eyes. "Talk to his mum, I'm sure she went through the same struggle," she said, smiling. All of her kids looked like her in some way or another, so she didn't have to worry about all the things Louis was. Sighing, she scooted towards Louis a little more, having difficulty because the space in here was so cramped, and kissed his forehead. "You won't even care what they look like when they are born. When those babies are placed in your arms, nothing will matter if they are healthy."

Louis looked at Jay. "I know I'll love them no matter what." He said and groaned as he stood up. Louis looked down at his large bump and sighed. "I can't wait for this to be over." He said. "Have you had a c-section? I'm really scared to be cut open like that, but I don't have a choice. I'm just really nervous. What if something goes wrong?" Louis asked and rubbed his bump. "It's just getting closer to the due date and I'm nervous."

Jay looped her arms with Louis' to help him stand still and steady. "That's understandable, babe. Giving birth is scary," she said before lifting up her shirt to point at the six inch scar that was just barely covered by the waistband of her jeans. "I had one with Lottie," she said, nodding at Louis' question. "Scared the piss out of me. Her heart rate dropped when she was in the birth canal, so they rushed me into an emergency c-section. I didn't know what was going on or if my baby was going to be okay. Nobody told me, but do you want to know what helped calm me down?" She asked, opening the door for them after she dropped her shirt to cover up her belly once again. Leslie, the doctor Jay absolutely adores, was on the phone with someone so she just waved goodbye to her.

Louis nodded. "That is scary." He said and looked at her. "But I'm more scared that when the babies are born Harry won't be there." Louis said. "I don't want to be in there alone. I'm too scared." Louis said. "What helped calm you down?" Louis asked biting his lip. "I can really use any of the advice you can give me." Louis said and smiled.

Jay smiled and began walking with Louis out of the clinic. "I pictured in my head what she would look like when she was older," she said, easily lying. What had really calmed her down was her husband sitting next to her, telling her everything would be okay. But Louis was fragile right now. Harry probably wouldn't show up. Just as that thought crossed through her mind, she looked up and noticed a black suv sitting across the street from the clinic, all of the tinted windows rolled up aside from the front window. There was a man with light brown hair sitting there, sunglasses perched on his nose and a camera in his hand. As soon as he realized she noticed, he nodded his head in her direction, then set back in his seat so he was no longer visible. She didn't have to think twice about who that man was or why he was here. She knew who had sent him, and for some reason it warmed her heart. Keeping her lips sealed to keep from saying anything or letting the small smile show, she quickly helped Louis into her car and closed the door.

Louis nodded. "That is a good idea." Louis smiled. "I think they'll have Harry's features, but they'll have my blue eyes and personality. All three of us will be sassy and stubborn, but caring." Louis said and rubbed his bump. "They'll be my everything." He said. He didn't notice the suv like Jay did. He sighed as he sat down, rubbing his back with his hand. "I don't know if I can take two more months of this mum." He whined and sat back in his seat, putting his seat belt on. "How did you do this so many times?" He huffed. "Well, never mind. I don't know if you had a choice to carry more children."

Jay pursed her lips as she climbed into the driver's seat and did up her seat belt. It wasn't her choice at all to have more than one child, but she wouldn't trade any of them for anything. They all meant the world to her, and she loved every single one her her sassy, stubborn children. "I think a mixture of the two of you will be adorable," she said honestly as she started the car.

Louis nodded and rubbed his bump. "I know no matter what they do, they will be great." Louis said and hummed. "And I'm going to love them so much." He said and chewed on his lip. Anytime he thought about the babies, he immediately thought about Harry. He continued to rub his bump in slow circles as Jay began to drive home.

"Wanna stop and get something to eat?" She asked Louis when she stopped at a red light. It wasn't often that she splurged and bought fast food, but she felt like today was one of those days she needed a Sundae and a fry from McDonald's. "We'll have to eat in the car," she said, clicking on her turn signal without waiting for an answer from Louis. She wanted some damn food, and she would eat it all alone if she had to.

Louis nodded. "Yeah. I haven't had fast food in forever. It sounds really good right now." Louis said quietly and went to look out the window again. He wondered what Harry was doing right now, just like he thought everyday. He rubbed his bump and sighed heavily, trying to get the thought of Harry out of his mind, but it wasn't working.

Jay pulled into McDonalds minutes later and ordered their food. She got a sundae with a large fry, and that was it. Louis, on the other hand, wanted a twenty piece chicken nugget, a large fry, a sundae and a double cheeseburger. She was shocked when he had managed to finish his entire order before they even got home, but not too much. Being pregnant, especially towards the end of your pregnancy, was like you were a black hole who could never get full. He was feeding three, too, and she remembered all too well how she had felt starving nearly her entire pregnancy with her twins.

When they pulled into their driveway, Jay quickly stuffed all the garbage and wrappers into the McDonalds bag and shoved it into her purse so she could throw it away in the dumpster on the way inside. If her girls so much as smelt McDonald's on them, she would get hounded until she agreed to take them. Shaking her head, she climbed out of the car and after making sure nobody was at the door or windows, she ran to the garbage can and threw the trash away before returning to Louis' side of the car just as he was climbing out. "You have chocolate on yer face, love," Jay said, grabbing ahold of both of Louis' elbows to help haul him up.

Louis sometimes surprised himself with how much he ate, but he couldn't help it. If Harry saw him right now, he would be so embarrassed. Louis finished eating and looked at Jay, blushing at how shocked she was. "I know, I know. But I'm always so hungry." He whined. Louis held onto his mum and whined. "I'm sick of being this big. I look like and feel like a whale." He said and huffed. "Really?" He asked. He felt more like a pig now. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at his mum. "I hate being pregnant." He said.

Jay smiled sympathetically at Louis and held onto one of his elbows as they walked up the driveway. "Suck it up, buttercup," she said, hauling the strap of her purse up her arm and over her shoulder, where the heavy weight stayed. "You got another two months to go, and it will only get worse. Whining will get you nothing," tough love was something Louis needed about now. Jay understood being pregnant was hard and that Louis didn't even want the babies at first, but there was nothing they could do now. Whining and complaining does nobody any good, despite what Louis may think.

Louis looked at Jay, giving her a pitiful look. "Hopefully Harry will be good with just two." Louis said and rubbed his bump as they stepped inside the house. "I don't understand why I am so huge." He whined. "I've seen other women pregnant with twins. They aren't this big. Why am I so freakishly gigantic?" He whined. "And the doctor is probably going to put me on bedrest soon. I'm surprised she didn't say so today. I was hoping she would. I would love to have to just stay in bed all day."

Jay rolled her eyes as Louis spoke. She had been large with her twins as well. Having big babies just ran in their family, and for some reason her family seemed to carry their babies out further than most people. "Probably will in a few weeks. Wouldn't be surprised if she put you on bed rest your next appointment," Jay said, humming as she kicked off her shoes and set her purse on the table next to the door.

"Mum don't roll your eyes at me." He snapped. "I have a right to complain. I didn't want this to happen so soon." He said and crossed his arms over his bump. "Stop helping me too. I'm not a fucking helpless freak. I can get around by myself. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs to take a bath." He said and held onto the railing as he slowly made his way up the stairs.

Jay stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands held up as she stared after Louis with her mouth hanging open. He had never spoke to her like that, nor has she ever heard him speak with so much venom and hate to anyone, really. She felt tears well in her eyes because she had honestly only meant to help him. Wiping them away, she turned around on her heels and grabbed her purse once again before slipping her feet back into her shoes. "Girls! Come on, we are going shopping!" She yelled as she opened the door. If Louis didn't want her help and wanted to be left alone, she would gladly stop and leave. She needed to go shopping for groceries, anyway.

Louis didn't mean to speak that way to his mother. But he was just so frustrated. He was sick of being pregnant, he was sick of being treated like he was humpty dumpty and if he fell down he was going to break. And he especially hated that he hasn't seen Harry in a couple months, which made his heart ache. He felt bad after yelling at his mother, but he knew she would come back and he could apologize then.

Once he was done with his bath, he heard a knock on the door, quickly putting on sweatpants and a large t-shirt to see who it was. He looked like a mess but he was pregnant, and he really didn't care. He waddled down the stairs, struggling like he usually did. He finally made it and went to the door, his feet padding against the hardwood floor. He gripped the handle and slowly opened the door, his jaw dropping, standing there in a frozen state when he seen who it was.

*POV skip to Harry*

These past two months have left Harry exhausted. He has worked his ass off with not only his work, but also himself. Hour after hour, day after day, week after week. He has fought with himself, and completely shut down and had outbursts and was just way too calm some days. But he has made progress. Even if it is progress only he can see and feel, it was still there. The prostitutes he was fucking there everyday, sometimes ten to twelve a day, slowly grew less and less pleasurable for him. Ten a day turned to seven a day, then six, then four, then none.

He no longer felt this uncontrollable urge to just fuck everything in his path... And he no longer felt the need to hide or deny his feelings any longer. Of course it wasn't easy, and of course it put him through physical pain. He could remember everything that led up to the moment he finally combust.

It started out with him looking up at Louis during dinner to gain his approval over the meal, only to realize he wasn't there. Then it moved to him walking around the house, bored out of his mind and finding himself missing Louis and wishing he was there to talk his ear off. After long days of work he would come home, excited to speak to Louis but then he remembered he wasn't there, and the sound of his giggling may never be heard echoing throughout the walls of his home again.

What hit him the hardest, though, was at night time. He would climb into bed and get comfortable, then somehow, in his half dream state, he would forget Louis wasn't there and he would roll over to cuddle with him, or even rub his belly. The cold sheets he would get a hand full of instead of the warm body, was a cruel reminder his life would forever remain that way. He would spend his days alone, sulking through the house without one person to keep him company that he didn't pay, and sleeping alone in a large bed at night, having no one to talk him to sleep, and having no one to keep the other side of his sheets warm.

It all grew too much for him, and one day he just snapped. His entire room was demolished, his house gutted and not one reminder of who he was, remained in his home. He started over, with everything. During those long, seven days, he was only an empty shell of a man walking around his house. Those days he spent rebooting, his mind slowly restarting until he woke up one day and the thought of letting Louis in no longer terrified him. He was still scared, of course, but now he was able to accept that maybe everyone was right, and maybe he did have strong feelings for Louis. Love was still out of the picture, but it no longer felt out of reach.

But Harry still stayed away. He needed to get better, way better than he was right now. He was getting better, but he wasn't a changed man. So two months after the day he went on live television, he found himself sitting in a meeting with John, body relaxed but eyes intense. He didn't know what he expected of today's meeting. John usually just sent email updates, but today he insisted on meeting face to face.

John had watched Louis constantly, every second of everyday. Of course he took breaks to spend time with family and sleep, but most of the time he was in his suv, watching Louis. He loved his job and he loved seeing into the lives of people. He needed to see Harry face to face today. Email updates just weren't enough. John pulled away from Louis' house and drove back to Harry's. He knew Harry wasn't doing good. He also knew that he needed just one more push, just one more thing to get Harry to finally go back to Louis. But he didn't know this would do the trick. He parked and went inside, holding his folder under his armpit. He stepped inside and sat down across from Harry.

They set in silence in Harry's study, John sitting on the couch directly across from Harry. "What was so important you needed to drag me out of my busy schedule for?" Harry asked, annoyed until he seen the way John's face was set, making him look serious. Everything bad that could happen began rushing through Harry's mind, but he didn't want to ask them. He didn't want to assume something and say it, and have it end up coming true. So, with his heart hammering away in his chest, Harry sat up straighter and locked eyes with John. He needed to know if children and Louis were okay, but the man's eyes gave nothing away.

John looked at Harry. "He's fine. But he had a doctors appointment today. He went with his mum." John said. "I could see them inside and they did an ultrasound. And from what I observed Louis was upset because it was the first ultrasound without you." John said. "He's been struggling without you." John said simply. "He's scared the babies will look like you because he doesn't want to be reminded of you from them. But then they stopped at McDonald's, which Louis finished everything before they got home. And then they got home." John smiled. "But over this past week he has been doing a lot of crying when no ones around. It's also harder for him to get around now. Every time he walks up or down stairs, someone's by his side to help."

The thumping in Harry's ears became louder and louder with ever word John said. Louis didn't want the children to look like him? And why has he been crying so much? "And the ultrasound?" Harry asked, voice strained to be void of any emotions, but today just wasn't his day. He swallowed thickly and sat up, palms clenching into fists. How could he allow himself to only think about him getting better, when Louis was only getting worse? Well, not worse, but things were getting harder and harder, and Harry has been too preoccupied with his life and his well being to even think about how everything was affecting Louis.

"The ultrasound went great. There wasn't much said. She said the babies were healthy. And I saw the ultrasound and they look like you in my opinion." John said. He noticed how Harry changed. "Are you okay?" He asked looking at the man. "Is there anything else you want to know?"

Harry shook his head and stood up. "No, thank you," he said, patting his pockets on instinct though he really didn't know what he was looking for. He was suddenly frantic, but didn't know why. "I um-- I have to go," he said, turning around and leaving without giving John a chance to respond. He didn't have a specific place he was going in mind, but he knew he just needed to leave. He had known the pregnancy would be hard on Louis, but how had he never realized that it would be even harder on him without Harry there for emotional support? He had thought having him leave was right, that it was the only rational solution to their problems. But today proved he shouldn't have been so selfish. He should have been thinking about his family as a whole, and not just about himself. He could have worked on himself while helping Louis.

John looked at Harry and nodded. "Oh. Okay." John said and shrugged his shoulders, watching as Harry left. He knew at some point Harry would crack and go to Louis. He knew it would take time, but he was happy today was the day, if it even eas. He had been rooting for them since he started watching Louis. He looked out the window and watched as Harry pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road.

Harry grew impatient as he waited for his gates to open. He slammed his fist down on the steering wheel, the horn blaring loudly in the space around him. A few seconds later the gate was swung open and Harry was gone, speeding down the road before the gates were even completely open. His hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white and fingertips digging into the palm of his hand. The only thing that kept running through his mind was Louis and the babies. Was he okay? Were the babies okay? Based on how big he was, and what John had told him, how has he even been able to walk around?

When Louis heard the knock on his door. He had no idea that Harry would be there, waiting on the other side. Out of everyone, he thought his mother forgot her keys. He got up and waddled to the door, struggling to move more now. Louis turned the handle and peaked through the crack of the door. He saw Harry, his heart beating fast. He opened the door, feeling stupid in his sweatpants and shirt. He looked so big and he didn't want Harry to see him like this. He looked at Harry, completely shocked. After a couple seconds, he swallowed hard. "W-What are you doing here?" He stammered out.

Harry, without realizing it, found himself sitting in his parked car in front of Louis' house. His brain was telling him to turn around and run, to get out of here as fast as he can, but his body was rebelling. Every single muscle began to move, fighting against his better judgement. His car door was opened and within a blink of an eye, he found himself standing in front of Louis' old, chipped door. He had never felt nervous before. Not the day he was taken, or his first day on his job, or even his wedding. But today, he was nervous beyond the point of returning. His palms were sweaty, stomach twisted in knots and throat dry.

When he finally built up enough courage to knock on the door, each thud of his fist hitting against the wood echoed throughout his body. He had done scarier things in his life. He had been breed to be fearless, and he had managed to for years. But now, the mafia leader he has been, was gone. Only the slightest sliver remained of him, and that part was the one who forced him to open his mouth when Louis opened the door. He hadn't expected for him to answer, let alone to see him looking how he was. His outfit wasn't the problem. The bags under his eyes, pale skin and large stomach was what caused him to stumble back a step. "I-I... Don't know," Harry admitted, shoving his fists into his pockets.

Louis saw Harry step back, frowning slightly. He was already so self conscious, every time someone looked at him wrong he would get this wave of overwhelming anxiety. He tugged his shirt down because he started to get anxious. He got tears in his eyes and looked away from Harry. "I-If you don't know maybe you should leave." He said and closed the door slightly, trying to hide his body behind the door.

Before Harry even had time to react, his hand was splayed across the door and his foot was wedged between the frame and the door, forcing it open. "Don't. Just let me talk," Harry said, eyes almost pleading. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he knew he had to get something off his chest. The damn Boulder returned, suffocating him with every breath. That's what happened when he thought. He got over anxious and worried and ended up lashing out. His brain just needed to shut off for ten fucking minutes.

Louis glared at him. "I'm not letting you into my mothers home. Say what you need to say right now." He said and put his hand on his hip. He left two months ago, and Harry never went after him. Never bothered to call and check in. Nothing. Did he not care at all? Louis was starting to lose hope that he did until right now. Did Harry really expect that he could just come here, say a few heartfelt words and expect Louis to fall head over heels for him? Because that's not what was going to happen. "Go. I'm waiting. And my back hurts from standing."

Harry waved a hand towards the distance and opened and closed his mouth a few times, so desperately needing to say something, but his damn mouth wouldn't cooperate. "I-I," Harry stuttered, completely frustrated now. "I fucked up, but so did you. We were both ignorant, and have said things we would later regret. And while I am still upset with the things you have told me, I have moved on. The past needs to remain in the past and I.." Harry broke off and placed a hand over his chest, feeling as his heart etched an unfamiliar, fast paced rhythm into his hand. He was beyond fucking nervous.

"Wow. You're really good at apologizes. Can't even apologize for the shit you've done without throwing me under the bus too." Louis said sternly. He noticed how Harry was acting, but he pushed it aside. "Can you just finish please?" Louis asked and sighed, crossing his arms over his bump. He didn't have time for Harry to stand there and give a half assed apology after not being there for two months. He was going to have to do better than that.

"That wasn't an apology, so don't get defensive and awnry," Harry barked, instantly regretting it. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he let them flutter open and lock with Louis'. "This is an apology; I am sorry for what I have done to you, and the way I have acted. I should have pushed my problems aside and helped you instead, but I became blind with my own selfish needs and didn't think twice about you. And I am sorry for that." Harry never apologized, especially for things he didn't feel bad about. But today, in this moment, he was beyond sorry. The apology was heartfelt, and you could see how much he meant it if you stared into his green orbs.

Louis stared at him, showing no emotion on his face. If Harry wanted him back, he was going to have to fight for him. He was sick of giving in easily. He wasn't going to do it. "And..?" Louis asked furrowing his eyebrows. "What do you want me to do with that? Come back to you? Give you a gold star for trying?" Louis asked. "Just leave. You ruined us, don't you see that? I'm not going to crawl back to you as easily as you think."

Harry watched as Louis stepped back to close the door once again, but he pushed it open and the two found themselves standing in the living room, front door wide open and Harry looking both angry and hurt. "I am trying," he said. "What more do you want? Do you want a fucking parade in your honor to show I mean it? I know I fucked up what we had, but doesn't it mean anything to you that I am trying?"

Louis looked up at Harry, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. "Of course it means something to me!" Louis yelled. "It means everything to me but I don't want to be stupid and go back to you! I don't want to go back to you and have things go back to the way they were! I won't! The girls deserve better. You haven't done anything for me or the babies in the past two months. I'm struggling! Do you know how hard this is?!" He yelled and gestured to his large stomach. "My back and ankles hurt constantly. I can't sleep! You did this to me! Asshole!" Louis yelled and shoved him. He then began to cry again, his emotions all over the place. He cried into Harry's chest. "I just want you to take care of me." He whimpered.

Harry let Louis scream at him and use him as a punching bag, then he held the boy tightly against his chest, Louis' arms pinned between him and Harry's chest. "I should have been here, I know," he whispered, cheek pressed against the side of Louis' head as he rocked them back and forth. He opened his mouth to say something, but Louis pulled back completely, took a few steps back, and shook his head as he wiped away his tears. "What do I have to do to prove to you I have changed? That I want this?" Harry asked. Ice cold water poured down on him and he was suddenly awake, all too aware that in a few seconds he could possibly lose Louis forever unless he forced him to come home with him, or convinced him he was being serious.

Without even thinking, Harry dropped down onto his knees. The sound of his kneecaps smacking against the hardwood floor was loud, the noise echoing throughout the house. He bowed his head and folded his hands in his lap, becoming completely submissive and vulnerable; something he has never been alone, let alone in front of another person. "Please, don't. I need you, Louis. I never realized it before because I was a stubborn arsehole, but I need you. Please." He begged. If this is what it took, he would do it everyday for the rest of his life. Louis meant a great deal to him, and it took losing him for him to realize it.

Louis wiped his eyes and looked at Harry. He could see how serious Harry looked, how much meaning there was in his eyes. He watched as Harry fell to the ground, his eyes going wide. He couldn't believe Harry was doing this. He had never seen Harry so vulnerable in his life. He listened to Harry's words and swallowed hard. He had wanted this for so long. For Harry to say he needed him. He got tears in his eyes and nodded slowly. "Okay." He said softly, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'll come back home." He smiled. "Now stand up because I can't get down on the floor like that." He giggled.

Harry couldn't move, even after Louis told him to stand. A swirl of emotions twirled around him before slamming into his body, and he could suddenly feel more than he has ever felt. Anger wasn't the dominant emotion in his heart, but rather happiness. He found himself forgiving all Louis had said and done in the past, but even now he couldn't find it within him to forgive his father. He had changed, it was obvious, but more work still needed to be done. He needed to actually feel some things rather than forcing himself to feel, or believe them. And starting with his and Louis' relationship was perfect. He could learn to feel, while still being in control. He could convince himself he didn't want this all he wanted, but from day one he knows there has always been a certain spot within his heart begging to be loved and accepted.

And now that it was happening, he didn't know what to do. Did he laugh, cry, smile, clap, or what? He slowly lifted his head to look at Louis, and like all the worlds secrets were being told to him, he knew what to do. He stood up on his legs wordlessly and held eye contact with Louis as he walked towards him, the moment moving in slow motion when Harry cupped Louis' cheek and pressed their lips together in a feather light kiss. No words needed to be spoken in that moment. Harry knew, and Louis knew, that together, they could conquer the world, and that nothing was impossible.