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Chapter 2: Maybe you should have waited?
Louis couldn’t sleep. Freya’s words seemed to keep playing themselves repeatedly in his mind and it was all he could think of.
She was pregnant; they were going to be having a baby. How could they let this happen? How could they have been so stupid?
Louis had been pacing in his room, for what could have been hours, trying desperately to think of a way out of this mess. So farfar, nothing had come to mind. They were well and truly screwed.
A noise from downstairs brought Louis out of his thoughts, causing him to glance over at the clock beside his bed to see the time. He noticed with a groan that it was nearing four in the morning. With a small sigh at the thought that he would more than likely not be sleeping tonight, Louis walked out of his room and down the stairs to investigate the noise, leaving his wand upstairs. Not that he was old enough to use magic outside of the school even if he did take it. Sure, he had no problem going to face whatever intruder was in his house wandless, but the thought of being a father truly terrified him. He was truly an idiot.
As Louis made his way quietly down to the bottom of the stairs, he heard two voices talking to each other. Louis felt relief fill him as he recognised his sister’s voices immediately and walked towards the kitchen, where the source of their laughter was coming from.
“Oh, Dommie.” His eldest sister Victoire giggled as he entered the room. Victoire was sat on top of the kitchen counter, a bag of crisps in her hands as she swayed slightly.Herslightly. Her long blonde hair had fallen out of its ponytail, and her red lipstick had been smeared across her cheek.
Dominique, his other sister, was attempting to climb onto the other kitchen counter and was failing miserably, causing her to fall onto the floor and let out a loud laugh. Her short darker blonde hair was sticking up at weird angles and she seemed to have a few crisps sticking out of it.
“Be quiet, Dommie,” Victoire laughed, throwing more of her crisps at her sister who was still lying on the floor. “You’re going to wake up mum, dad or Louis.”
“It's a bit too late for that,” Louis told them with a smile as he leant against the doorframe watching them.
Victoire and Dominique both looked over at Louis in shock, Dominique even let out a squeak of shock.
“Oh, Louis we’re so sorry,” Victoire slurred, jumping down from the counter. Louis was a bit worried that she was going to hurt herself, as she was still wearing her high heels, but she seemed perfectly fine as she walked over to Louis and hugged him tightly. She pulled away from him, arm still around him as she pointed over at Dominique and mock whispered to Louis. “Dominique is a little bit drunk you see so –“
“One is certainly well not,” Dominique cried crawling up off the floor and staggering unsteadily over to them, wrapping her arms around both of her siblings. “I think you’ll find that Teddy and Kieron are both very bad influences. I knew we shouldn’t have gone to that club when the pub closed.”
“What am I going to do with Teddy?” Victoire tutted, her voice slightly muffled as she was in the middle of the hugging siblings. Louis smiled at them as he hugged them both tighter,tighter; he really loved his sisters and was thankful for how close they were. Many of his cousins weren’t as close with their siblings,siblings; the fights between Albus and James were becoming legendary around the family.
"Look, Louis is smiling,” Dominique said, noticing the look on Louis’s face as she pulled away from the hug. “You’ve had a face like a slapped Kneazles arse all day.”
“Dommie, don’t use such language in front of Louis, he’s only a baby,” Victoire said, looking up at her brother and grabbing his cheeks, pinching them slightly. “Why have you been in such a foul mood all day, Lou-Lou?”
Louis moved his face away from his sister’s hands, and gave a shrug, he wanted to tell them so badly and have them help him out, but he just couldn’t bring himself to have them disappointed in him.
“Do you miss Freya?” Dominique asked, as she grabbed Victoire’s bag of crisps that had been crushed in the hug. She peered into the bag and picked a few out, before dropping the bag onto the floor.
“Aw, does little Lou-Lou love her?” Victoire asked with a smile. Louis gave his own smile at them in response.
“Something like that, yeah.” He told them, wishing he had the guts to tell them more.
“Don’t worry; you go back to school soon. Little Lou-Lou and Freya, you two are so cute together,” Dominique said through her mouthful of crisps. Victoire nodded in agreement with her sister as she bent down and started taking her shoes off, Louis held her arm to steady her.
“Anyway, you losers, I’m going to bed,” Victoire told them both, her shoes in her hands. She leant up and gave Louis a kiss on the cheek. “You need to stop frowning Louis, whatever seems bad now won’t be in a few years time.Waittime. Wait until you’re an adult that’s when the real problems arrive.”
She walked out of the kitchen, followed by Dominique. Dominique gave a wink to Louis as she left, reaching up to ruffle his hair.
Louis gave another frown. If only they knew how much trouble he was really in, maybe they could help him. LouissighedLouis sighed as he walked after them, leaving the kitchen light on for when he would come back downstairs to clean their mess, wanting to make sure that they got to their rooms safely.
The next few days of the winter holiday flew by quickly. During this time Louis' mood just seemed to have gotten worse, his worry added to the fact that he hadn’t been getting much sleep, had definitely put him in an almost sullen mood. Even a letter from his best friend hadn’t been enough to put him in a better mood and Freya wasn’t returning his owls.
Louis had been so tired that he had fallen asleep in his dinner at his grandmother’s house, much to the delight of his cousins who couldn't resist laughing at him.
Louis had been sent upstairs to sleep in his Uncle Ron’s old room for a while by his grandmother and Louis was very thankful. His mother and father hadn’t pestered him with many questions as to why he wasn’t sleeping, which was a relief, but he did notice their concerned looks at each other. Louis hated hiding this from them when he knew that they would look out for him as much as they could, but he didn’t want the risk of them hating him for what had happened.
“Please get some rest, Louis,” his mother Fleur said, hugging him tightly to her. They were standing on platform 9 3/4 waiting for Louis to board the Hogwarts Express so he could go back to his school and finish the rest of his sixth year. “I’m really worried about you.”
“I’ll be okay, Maman. I’ve just had a lot on my mind that’s all,” Louis told her as he pulled away from her and gave his father a hug goodbye.
“You can talk to us about anything, son. No matter what it’s about,” Bill told him, giving him a tighter hug than normal, before letting him go. Louis gave a nod before hugging his sister’s goodbye, guilt building in him.
“If you don’t tell us what’s going on soon, I’m going to get some Veritaserum and we’ll find out that way,” Dominique joked, causing Louis's stomach to drop. He had to hide the shock and terror at her meaningless threat well.
Bill shook his head at his daughter's words before telling Louis. “Don’t listen to her.”
“I never do,” Louis said with a laugh, as he spotted his best friend Horatio Demarcus pushing passed people to make his way over to them, there was a large smile across his face and Louis couldn’t help but match it, he had to steady himself as Horatio practically threw himself at Louis for a hug, attempting to kiss him on the cheek and earning a laugh from Louis.
“Hello, Weasley’s,” Horatio said as he stopped trying to kiss Louis’ cheek, instead, throwing his arm around Louis as he turned to look at Louis’ family. Horatio and Louis had been best friends since their first year at school and had been inseparable since. “How are my favourite second family?”
“We’re good thank you, Horatio, how are you? I like your hair,” Fleur said her arm around her husband’s waist as she smiled at her son’s friend.
“I’m very good and thank you,” Horatio smiled as he scratched the top of his head. Horatio was tall, standing at over six foot with large dark eyes that were framed by thick lashes. He was handsome, getting his Mediterranean looks from his father’s side of the family. Even though Horatio was half-Greek, he had been brought up in England, much like Louis, who had been brought up in England rather than France.
Horatio’s dark hair, Louis noticed, was a lot shorter thenthan the shaggy long look he normally sported. He had obviously had a haircut over the holidays. "My mother cut it as soon as I got home." By Horatio’s grumble, Louis could tell that he wasn’t happy about it.
“Horatio, can you do me a favour please?” Bill asked. Horatio looked to him his eyebrow raised in question.
“Can you cheer Louis up for me? He's been in such a bad mood all week.” Louis rolled his eyes at his father, but knew that he meant well.
“We should get onto the train,” Louis said, grabbing his trolley and pulling it towards the train, he gave his family a wave goodbye as he began walking away.
“I’ll try my best,” Horatio said, waving his own goodbyes as he followed Louis.
Horatio waited to talk to Louis until they were both in an empty compartment and locked the door. Horatio shut the blind and turned around to look at Louis, who was waving out at his family. Horatio sat down opposite Louis, not bothering to wave out of the window as his own parent’s had left almost as soon as Horatio had arrived on the platform to go to work.
Horatio opened his mouth to say something as the train began to move, but Louis interrupted him; he gave a quick look to the door before running a hand over his tired face. Horatio noticed that he was paler than normal, and his eyes seemed to be bloodshot and surrounded by dark circles, the evidence of his lack of sleep, he could safely say that Louis looked terrible.
“Freya’s pregnant,” Louis told him. Horatio’s mouth stayed open in shock at Louis' words.
“You’re going to be a dad?” Horatio asked incredulously.
Louis just nodded; he was still coming to terms with it himself. It didn’t sound natural, as if someone was playing a joke on him.
“What an idiot,” Horatio cried. Louis looked up at him with a frown, he knew that already.
Horatio laughed humourlessly and ran his fingers over his incredibly short hair, taking a deep breath and puffing it out through his nose.
“Have you not heard of protection?” he asked slowly.
Louis was a little offended at Horatio’s comment. Especially as he was looking at him like Louis was some first year, which had made his way to the dungeons for his Astronomy lesson.
“Yeah,” Louis scoffed, shrugging as though it was common knowledge.
Horatio nodded deliberately. “And you didn’t use it this time because-”
Louis looked at him blankly for a moment. “I don’t know. It was probably a heat of the moment thing?”
Horatio shook his head at Louis again; Louis gave a sigh as they sat in a few moments silence. Horatio getting his head around Louis’s news and Louis feeling slightly better that someone knew, it had, and still was, eating him up inside.
“At least there’s a good thing to come out of this,” Horatio stated, looking down at Louis who now had his head in his hands.
“And what’s that?” Louis asked in a muffled voice.
“At least you know you’re not infertile.” Louis looked up at his words, a slight anger filling him as he shook his head.
“Well, that right there is a reason to celebrate,” Louis snapped sarcastically, throwing his arms up in the air. “Let’s get in the pumpkin pasties and Butterbeers, make a real party out of this. Seriously, Horatio, this isn’t helping me at all.”
Louis ran a hand over his face and took a deep breath as he leant backwards on the seat and fidgeted so his foot was resting on Horatio, he was sorely tempted to kick him to try to make himself feel a tiny bit better.
"I’ve ruined her life, Horatio. Because of me she could get expelled, how do you think that makes me feel?” Louis asked him in an annoyed tone.
“What about you, Louis?” Horatio asked seriously, all signs of joking going from his face as he rested his hands on Louis’ feet.
“This isn’t about me,” Louis muttered.
“It kind of is, Louis. What about your career? You could get expelled as well.” Horatio had a sudden thought at his own words. “Oh no, please tell me you didn’t do the dirty at Hogwarts. You would get expelled for sure.”
Louis gave a shake of his head. “No. It was on the Hogsmeade trip, my Uncle George didn’t lock the flat above his shop.”
“That was nearly two months ago.”
Horatio considered his words for a moment. He was no expert when it came to babies and how long people were pregnant for, but even he knew that Louis and Freya needed help.
“Have you told anyone?” he asked Louis, who shook his head.
“Just you,” Louis admitted.
“You need to go to a teacher, or, or tell your parents.”
“I know I have to, but I’m not doing anything until Freya is ready to, and she wants to wait,” Louis told Horatio, knowing that he could trust Horatio to not tell anyone. Horatio was the best friend that Louis ever had, practically his only friend, if you ignored his need to make a joke out of everything and the fact that Horatio tended to say what was on his mind, damned of the consequences.
“Maybe you should have waited before, and then you wouldn’t be in this mess,” Horatio joked.
“Yeah, thanks for that, really appreciated,” Louis snapped, his head was back in his hands. “I don’t want to go behind her back and tell someone, she’s not ready to let anyone know yet. I need to give her time.”
“Well, you can’t wait too long, because soon you’re going to have a baby. Then you won’t have to tell anyone because they’ll kind of guess.”
Louis gave a sigh as he removed his hands from his face and looked down at his watch; it was almost time to meet Freya.
“I’d better go, I need to meet Freya.”
Horatio laughed piteously as Louis removed his feet from Louis’ lap.,lap. “Oh yeah, be prepared for meeting Freya, but not for stopping yourself from being a parent at sixteen.” By the end of the sentence, Horatio had raised his voice loudly in horror at the prospect of fatherhood, and he wasn’t even the one who was going through it.
“Thanks,” Louis muttered, as he stood up, his mood souring even more as he reached the door and wrenched it open. “I'm glad you could be so supportive.” And with that, he left Horatio alone in the compartment.
Louis heard him tut loudly as he walked away, slamming the compartment door shut behind him.
Louis wasn’t in the mood for the feastatfeast at school; neither, was Freya, who picked at her food the whole time, only speaking to others when spoken to. They hadn’t had much time to talk on the train as Freya was sitting with her friends.
They were both now sat on one of the sofas in the Hufflepuff common room; Horatio was sitting on the floor opposite them, reading a random Quidditch magazine that had been left on the table. Neither him, nor Louis had any interest in Quidditch, so he knew that Horatio just wanted to be around him. Louis and Horatio had recovered from Louis snapping at him pretty quickly,quickly; it took a lot for them to actually stop speaking to each other... Freya’s friends had gone to the girl’s dormitory and she had promised to follow them soon, wanting to spend a bit longer with Louis.
Louis put his arms around Freya as she snuggled up to him on the sofa.
“Are you okay?” Louis asked, pulling Freya closer to him. She had her face buried into his shoulder and her hair was covering her face, but he could tell that she seemed upset.
Freya shook her head as she held onto Louis robes; Louis rubbed her back comfortingly as he placed a kiss onto her head.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her in a whisper, eyes flickering around the common room to see if anyone was watching them, but the other occupants were talking amongst themselves.
“My stomach hurts,” Freya told him, causing Louis to stiffen slightly. What if there was something wrong and she needed to go to the hospital wing?
“You should go to the hospital wing,” Louis suggested, leaning back and looking down at her, concern written all over his face. “What if something is wrong?”
Freya looked up at him, Louis could see the tears in her eyes as they widened in horror at his words. She shook her head at him as a tear fell down her face.
“No, I can’t. Not yet, please?” she pleaded to him in a whisper. Louis gave a sigh as he nodded his head at her; Freya seemed to calm down slightly. Louis wiped her tear away from her face and looked at her sadly.
“We need to tell someone soon, Freya. What if something goes wrong and you or ...” he chanced a look around him again, to see if anyone was listening, but people seemed to be intent on their own conversations. Horatio was still reading the magazine, but Louis knew that he was listening to the conversation, he could tell by the hard look that had crossed his face that he didn't seem too happy.
“We’ll be fine,” Freya said, moving her head back down to Louis’s shoulder. “I might go to sleep soon. My head is beginning to hurt.”
Louis repressed a sigh as he looked over at Horatio, who was now watching him. His eyebrows were raised at Louis and Louis ignored him, knowing that Horatio was itching to tell Freya to go to the Hospital Wing. Louis was grateful that he had kept silent; he didn’t need Horatio and Freya fighting on top of everything else.
A/N: Well there was chapter two, let me know what you think? Thanks for reading! *gives out cookies*
Maman = mum in French