Missing You - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel To Bare)

Harry and Leah have moved to America, and the world seems to have forgotten about Harry and his fame. He's glad that they can live a normal life.... almost. Because when his best friend loses his sight.... they face a whole new set of problems.


2. Chapter Two

Leah's POV

When Harry bursts through the door I run downstairs and he has three pregnancy tests in his hand, along with a teddy bear. "Oh, thank you for the teddy bear," I laugh, but he just looks confused. "It's for the baby, dear." He says, and my face goes blank. "Oh."

I walk into the bathroom with the tests and they all come out positive. I squeal in delight, and I call Harry. "Harry, look!" I exclaim, and he comes running. "Oh, Leah! We did it! We did it," He says, pulling me into a tight hug. "It says we've been along for ten weeks." I state, looking at one of the tests. Harry smiles, and he smashes his mouth onto mine. I can barely breath when he pulls away, finally. "Well, let's watch a movie." He says, swinging my hand In his and we both plop down in front of the flat screen television. "Which one?" I ask. "hmmm..." He says, looking through the movies. He hands one in front of my stomach. "So, baby. Which one do you want?" He says. I smile. I then pull the blanket over top of my belly, and he frowns. "Fine then. Let's watch the kings speech," He says, putting it into the dvd player. "No! you know how boring that movie is for me!" I exclaim. He laughs, and then shrugs, sitting beside me and I nestle up to him. "I don't care what you think anymore. You are carrying my kid. I am going to do everything for you from now on." He whispers. "Harry, I can do what I want." I laugh. "No! I am serious. I want everything to go fine with you and our baby. Now, i'm going to call the doctor and make an appointment. Alright?" He asks, and I nod. "Fine."


I yawn, realizing the movie is almost over, thank goodness. I walk over to the television, shut it off, and adjust my jeans. Then, the doorbell rings. Harry groans, starting to get up, but I stop him. "It's fine. Please just rest. This is actually like the first time anyone has ever shown up here," I laugh. I walk over to the door, casually open it, and before I even see who it is I am embraced in a hug. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I mumble against his chest, but after smelling his cologne, I know it's Louis. He laughs. "Paul tracked Harry's phone, and here I am! Missing you so much!" He says, hugging me again. He moves me over to the side and stands before Harry. They both don't say a word, until I see tears brimming both of their eyes. Everything happens in slow motion almost, my eyes transfixed, in some sort of ceremony in the middle of the room. They both stand up at the same time, and they hug, patting eachothers backs. And then, the paparazzi bursts in the half closed door, followed by Liam, Niall, and Zayn. They are all standing beside me, Zayn, with an angry face, Liam, calm, and Niall just about as angry as Zayn, probably because I was there. I cut across the room, walking through the swarm of paps, and end up in the kitchen, away from everyone and out of earshot.

Harry's POV

I didn't know how much I missed Louis until now. I missed his corny jokes, his hugs, his laugh. Everything about him was, Louis. And I loved Louis. He was my brother back then, and now he just seems like a long time no see type of person. "How are you lad? Your alright!" He says, patting my back, suddenly realizing the pool of paps we were standing in. "The rest of the boys are over there," He points to the doorway. They stand their awkwardly, and I would do anything not to have to go over there and see them. "So, we having a party for Leah's pregnancy?" Zayn says, in an annoyed tone, me being far away and barely able to hear him. The paps clear out when I push them towards the door, leaving me alone with the boys. "Um, ya, I guess." I agree. Zayn shrugs. "Too bad I'm not going." He scoffs. "After a year, you are mad at her, still? You didn't even invite us to the wedding. Some bandmate." I say. "We aren't bandmates. You quit. Your fault. Goodbye." He says, walking out the door, being followed by Niall and Liam, his evil peasants it seems. Louis pats me on the back. "Can I stay for dinner?" He asks. I shake my head. "No. You better go," I say.

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