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third pov

ltommoboy28: hey asswipe!!

harryyystyles: Hi, Lou

ltommoboy28: whatcha up 2 2night?

harryyystyles: Nothing much, I just finished tidying up my room and doing some laundry so I'm mostly chilling

harryyystyles: You?

ltommoboy28: ehhh u are boring arent u

ltommoboy28: im thinking of watching a movie in the movie room since my parents arent home

harryyystyles: That sounds fun:)

harryyystyles: What movie?

ltommoboy28: grease obviouslyyy

harryyystyles: Haha okay then

harryyystyles: Enjoy your movie then, goodnight, Lou

ltommoboy28: wutttt its only half past 8 why so early???

harryyystyles: I've got that presentation tomorrow bright and early, Lou. I've gotta get at least nine hours of sleep so I can be energized

ltommoboy28: ur so lame jeez

ltommoboy28: always wanting to kill the mood and the good vibezz

harry pouted at that last message. sometimes louis could be cruel with his words and it really hurt his feelings at times. he knew louis was just teasing him, but most of the time it sounded serious.

they'd only been dating for a few weeks, but before that, they were good friends. so harry got a pretty good feel of the type of person louis was, but now that they were together, harry felt like there was a total shift in their relationship. maybe louis didn't like the title of boyfriend but harry did. he just wished louis would lighten up at times and treat harry like one instead of an old mate of his that he could boss around and ridicule at any point in time.

harryyystyles: Well...Ok

harryyystyles: Goodnight, Louis

louis stopped his typing once he read harry's latest message...louis? really?

harry never called louis by his full first name unless he was mad or serious...damn, he must have said something wrong.

ltommoboy28: i was only joking asswipe

ltommoboy28: dont take it 2 heart, ok??

harry just huffed, logging out of their chat session and closing his laptop. it was nearly every night since they first started talking that harry noticed how louis never said goodbye or goodnight when they would end a conversation. nor apologize when he knew he screwed up, or even call harry any sort of romantic nicknames or pet names like harry did to him.

it was becoming a bit aggravating and harry couldn't really wrap his fifteen year old brain around why louis was so awkward with them dating when he was the one who asked harry out in the first place.

whatever harry thought to himself, sliding his laptop over on his bedside desk and pulling his covers over himself, falling into a quick and deep sleep.

louis just sighed, knowing that tomorrow at school would probably be a royal pain in his ass since harry could get very moody very fast.

he wasn't really in the mood for a movie anymore, and with his parents still not home, and sisters up in their rooms sleeping, he decided to take this once in a lifetime opportunity (more like once a week) to go up to his room and jack off...yeah, that sounded like a much better idea than typing out a paragraph to harry apologizing.

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"mum! i've gotta go, 'm gonna be late!" harry shouted, his mum pulling him by his shoulder to press another kiss on his cheek.

she did this every single morning.

for some reason, even though harry's been going to school since he was four years old, the process of saying goodbye in the morning never got any easier.

"all right, all right! get going, you little rascal, break a leg with your presentation, darling!" anne shouted, waving her son off as he exited the car, wiping the lipstick off of his face while yelling a quick goodbye as he threw his bag over his shoulder and ran up the school steps to the entrance.

harry exchanged a few “hello”’s with some friends as he tried to cram through the packed hallway, shoving through strangers to get to his locker and grab what shit he needed for his presentation that counted for nearly half of his grade this year.

"hey harry!"

the curly haired boy smiled, recognizing that voice as his best friend, niall, who was passing by him to get to his class which was on the other side of the school.

"hey nialler!"

"do great on your presentation, man!"

"thanks!"

he quickly twisted his combination into the lock, swinging the door open and searching through the hunk of metal to find his binder and notes.

harry hesitated with his movements, stopping when he felt someone standing beside him, leaning on the locker beside him.

"hey..."

harry briefly looked up, seeing just who he excepted to see with a slight smile on his face

he pressed his lips into a fine line, trying to show that he was happy to make it seem like nothing was wrong...but even though louis was an asshole, he knew harry better than that.

"uh...we good?"

harry just rolled his eyes to himself, standing up from his kneeled position and shoving his things into his book bag, slamming his locker shut. "yeah, we're good."

"great...can i walk you to class?"

harry just shrugged, swinging his bag over his shoulders before starting to walk through the crowded hallway, louis following close behind him.

they walked in silence until harry finally got to his classroom, hoping that he could quickly walk in to avoid any further interaction with louis, before feeling a grip on his wrist.

"a-are you sure we're good?"

"mhm...i've gotta go."

"okay...what's my name?" louis asked, tilting his head to the side, reaching his hand farther down harry's arm until their fingers were laced.

"louis..."

the boy just groaned, "'s not my name, asswipe."

harry wanted to growl. like...physically let out a growl. louis’ incompetence was just unbelievable.

he roughly yanked his hand away, turning on his heels and walking into class, knowing damn well that louis had completely forgot that harry had a presentation this morning and wasn't gonna wish him good luck. so why bother sticking around any longer?

louis sighed, watching harry trail off to his seat in the way back of the classroom. he was gonna have to do something to make it up to harry, which just sucked cause it took a lot of get that boy feeling happy.

roses and a fucking teddy bear probably wouldn't help in this case.

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ltommoboy28: will u join me in the garden 4 lunch?

ltommoboy28: wanna talk 2 u

harry didn't even have to look at his phone to know it was louis messaging him.

normally him and louis would sit at lunch together in the garden behind the school, not a lot of people were there since the weather had been shit lately, but they never minded the rain.

louis got all giddy and excited once he saw harry beginning to approach him, his lunchbox in hand and face going hot once he saw louis sitting at their usual picnic table, umbrella set up to not get them or their foot wet.

"hey,"

"hi..." harry mumbled, sitting on the opposite side of louis rather than sitting beside him like usual.

"so...i uhm...i guess...'m sorry...for, being rude? i guess. i don't know what i did but...whatever it was, 'm sorry."

harry shook his head at the lousy excuse for an apology.

louis always did this.

saying he was sorry and didn't mean it when harry was almost one hundred percent sure that he did. it was such bullshit and honestly harry was tired of it.

"you're such an asshole, louis..."

the doncaster lad sat back in shock, hands on his chest and looking around the garden to make sure there wasn't anybody else with the name of louis that harry could have been talking about.

"me? i'm the asshole?"

"yes you!...y-you constantly say you're sorry yet you just go and do the same stuff over and over again."

"and what 'stuff' is that, harry?"

"you know exactly what stuff, louis."

"no, i really don't, so please, enlighten and fill me in with whatever scenarios you’re creating in your head that i just can't seem to comprehend."

harry wanted to punch him, as much as he hated to say that because he really didn't like violence, louis just knew exactly how to push his buttons.

"y-you're always so mean to me for no reason...and you...you never call me sweet names like all the other couples in our school."

once harry said it out loud, he could hear how stupid it sounded. how could he be mad over louis not wanting to call him cute little names like babe, or love...maybe even darling?

he wanted to be the type of cheesy romantic couple that everyone in school hated because nobody could ever be like them. and for whatever reason, louis just wasn't that type of person.

"harry...what? how the fuck am i mean to you?"

"your nickname for me is asswipe, louis! what do you mean?! you're always so rude...it's like you hate me for-"

"i don't hate you, for christ's sake, harry. that's just how i treat people i like—"

"well, i don't like it...so just quit it...don't know why you asked me out if you don't fucking like me...you don't even like calling me your boyfriend."

louis huffed, "of course i do harry, why the hell would i ask you out if i didn't want you to be—”

"then say it."

"say what?"

"say 'm your boyfriend."

"i-i...it's weird-"

"say. it." harry demanded, arms crossed over his chest and lips in a pout, looking like an angry mother staring at their misbehaving child.

"fucking...fine...you're...you are my...my...boyfriend."

jesus

louis couldn't even look harry in the eyes when he said it, instead he stared down at his lap, pulling at his fingers which he only did when he was nervous.

the garden went quiet after that, only the quiet pitter-patters of the rain being heard on the umbrella above them.

"so what now? you're gonna sit there mad the rest of lunch? because i told you what you wanted to hear?"

harry could have screamed if they weren't in such a public environment where people would probably hear them all the way from the lunch room if he started to raise his voice now.

"you know what...i...i really don't like the way you speak to me, louis...and quite frankly i'm pretty fucking tired of whatever the hell—" harry motioned between the both of them, "this is...so...i'm not gonna sit here mad the rest of lunch and satisfy you...'m just gonna walk away and say that...right now...you and i are done."

louis sat there gobsmacked, watching as harry grabbed his lunch box and stood up, walking off back inside.

did he just get dumped?

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ltommoboy28: did u really mean that harry?

ltommoboy28: i was only pulling at ur dick man please?

ltommoboy28: we havent even given us a chance

harryyystyles: I don't think there ever was an 'us' Louis...I'm fed up with you and whatever is going on with you...so yes. I really meant it, and I'm glad I said what I said.

ltommoboy28: what do u want me to say?

ltommoboy28: i said i was sorry harry

ltommoboy28: u want me to start calling u all those cheesy nicknames?

ltommoboy28: fine i will but only over messaging bc it pains me to say them out loud harry

ltommoboy28: now pls come back online babe i wanna talk this through

louis was fifteen, yet somehow acted like he was a ten year old…twenty-four-seven. he himself didn't even know what he did wrong.

there was no use in trying to make things work anymore.

this was harry's first relationship, which only lasted about two weeks. what a great start to his dating life!

louis never even asked how his fucking presentation had gone.

whatever chance of trying to work out their relationship was completely gone.

harry decided to delete louis’ contact name that he had created himself, choosing to just close his laptop for the rest of the night. 

maybe a life without louis would be better than a life with.

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third pov

"awe, lou bear! your first heartbreak! how's it feel being no better than the rest of us?" zayn asked, rustling louis' soft brown hair roughly.

"fuck off, zayn! i'm serious when i say i thought we'd die together!"

zayn just pouted teasingly, pinching at his best friends cheeks just to piss him off even more. "yeah right, louis. it's just a highschool relationship, those never go too far."

"zayn! knock it off, he's hurt, give him some time to grieve." liam said, shoving the black haired boy off of louis.

"thanks liam..." louis sighed, relieved that at least one of his friends were being so understanding about this whole thing.

"anytime, lou...but seriously, zayn has a point. quit being such a little puss about this, mate."

"liam!"

"what, mate? we're in highschool now, you can do anything, and you choose to be tied down to a boy? these are the sluttiest years of your life so take advantage of it, bro!"

zayn laughed, agreeing wholeheartedly to everything liam was saying.

"and anyways, harry was a weirdo...basically a waste of time and a nobody, at least now you can tap some good ass without him getting in the way!" liam practically cheered, nudging louis’ arm, a frown still evident on his face.

"you know what we can do to celebrate?"

"what?"

"i heard michael clifford is having a huge party tonight for his birthday! so we could go there, have some drinks? and maybe even find some girls or guys you can hook up with to get over that harry kid!"

louis didn't really like the thought of that. it felt like cheating...

even with them being broken up, it just didn't feel completely right.

"m-maybe—"

"no 'maybe', dude. i'm sure harry's friends or whatever are telling him the same things! so you might as well get the jump on him.”

louis wasn't sure how his two idiotic friends convinced him to go out tonight. but they did it somehow...now all louis could do was hope that harry wasn't there tonight.

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the smell of sweat, desperation, and sex seemed to spread in the air and throughout michael’s entire house.

the birthday boy was sat in between a few girls, his friends surrounding him with red solo cups in their hands.

"louis! here, drink this!" liam nudged his arm, offering a drink in a tiny blue glass.

"what is it?"

"i dunno, drink it to find out!"

louis’ face contorted in disgust once the fiery liquid burned down his throat at the taste. it was just awful and louis couldn't see why the hell people loved it so much. some were even addicted to it. he fidgeted around with his jeans which were way too big on him, his mum had bought them for him and she just insisted that he wear them tonight since all his friends would probably compliment him in them—which, spoiler alert, they didn’t. 

he anxiously rolled the hem of his grey graphic-t up in his fingers, not knowing what to do or who to approach now.

he nearly ran out of the front door when he turned his head to see none other than harry in his peripheral vision, a short blonde boy following behind him as they wished michael a happy birthday from what he could hear—which wasn’t a lot.

god, now he has to leave. either with or without liam and zayn since he couldn't bare to see harry right now.

"shit..." louis mumbled, pushing past a few people and making his way to the kitchen to see if he could find his friends.

"excuse me? have you seen zayn? or liam? anywhere?" louis asked some strangers, who just shrugged and said that they had gone out to the backyard with some girls.

damn, they really had to nerve to invite louis out tonight then completely abandon him?

"excuse me, excuse me, jeez, excuse me!" louis shouted, trying to get the attention from some buff wrestling boys who were currently in his way.

louis groaned, grabbing onto a boys shoulder in front of him and shoving him out of his way, "mate, excuse me—"

louis stopped, realizing that it was harry who he had frickin’ touched and practically sent flying out of his way.

"s-sorry..." harry mumbled, quickly getting out of louis’ way and letting the boy pass through.

louis didn't even say anything, instead he quickly speed walked to get outside, completely ignoring the fact that he'd just come into contact with his fucking ex boyfriend.

and once he'd gotten outside and searched the whole backyard for his friends, only to discover they weren't even there, he realized that pushing through that damn crowd and accidentally touching harry was completely avoidable.

he decided to just sit out in the yard instead, seeing as most of the people out there were pretty much occupied with one another—either fully making out and dry humping on eachother, or just enjoying one another's company.

damn, louis missed that sort of chemistry that he had with harry.

sure, they weren't the super lovey dovey couple (if anything harry was more than louis) but louis did love a good cuddle. sometimes at school when louis would go a while without seeing harry then they’d pass eachother in the hallway, he would engulf him in a hug, ruffling his curly hair before running off. besides that, louis wasn't the most affectionate.

that didn't mean he didn't miss harry.

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louis didn't even care how long he had been sat outside, or if liam and zayn were long gone after getting what they wanted. now he just chose to wallow in his sadness, wishing that he knew how to properly talk about his emotions rather than just push them down and act like everything was okay. that's what made him lose harry in the first place.

he flinched a bit once he heard the back door pull open, the sound of footsteps stumbling out behind him.

"hi louis!" he heard, turning around to see harry with a goofy shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"hi..." louis mumbled, not sure if this was a setup or something since him and harry hadn't talked since they'd broken up a week ago. and this all seemed just too weird.

"why are you out here—nd not inside?"

louis looked around the backyard to make sure it was him harry was talking to, before shrugging. "needed some air..."

"air away from me?" harry asked, plopping himself down on the empty spot next to louis.

now that he was this close, louis could tell that harry had been drinking, which was so strange cause that didn't seem like him.

"n-no, just—"

"zayn told me inside that you came to hook up with a guy...is that true?"

louis practically froze, wanting nothing more but to come up with some clever idea to go inside.

"what does it matter if i was?...you broke up with me."

harry just snorted. cause yeah, louis had a point.

"i guess it's...just a weird boy thing that i do...i don't know."

it’s quiet after that, mostly just the sound of harry burping here and there and louis trying to not laugh since bodily noises always made him giggle.

"niall's upstairs...shaking the bedframe with some random...and he told me the same thing...that if i had sex with someone tonight that i could get over you...but nobody here is like you, louis..."

"yeah right...i'm sure there's a guy in there somewhere that'll treat you how you wanna be treated—"

harry stopped him, leaning forward and letting his body weight fall on top of louis. in their two weeks of dating and nearly a year of being friends, they'd never kissed. never been close enough to be able to kiss.

louis wasn't even sure how to react, he didn't wanna push harry away. no, this was too good for louis to act like an idiot.

he's kissed people before, not boys but girls in his past. this wasn't any different—except this time, louis actually liked it. harry's lips were soft, pink, beautiful and they felt so amazing on louis’

harry pulled away after a while, giving them both a chance to breathe.

louis wasn't drunk or anything, so it’s not like he was making a stupid mistake by going along with this.

"y-you wanna find a room?" harry asked, hand placed on louis’ lap and near his crotch.

"h...harry—"

"please?"

it took a while before louis finally agreed—harry tugging his arm inside.

sure, he had no idea what was gonna happen once they both found a room, but maybe it would be best to be alone for a bit.

louis ran a hand through his messy fringe, nearly tripping over his own feet as they trailed off upstairs. louis prayed that liam and zayn hadn't seen him with harry—then they'd really have his ass.

harry let go of louis’ wrist once they got to an empty room, pushing louis onto the nearest bed and closing the door behind him.

louis sat up, looking around the room to see there were two twin beds, they were probably in ashton and luke's room seeing as they were like attached to the hip as of recently since they were living with each other for a few weeks with luke's parents being out of town.

"w-what are we...gonna do?" louis asked.

harry just shrugged, "whatever you want."

louis’ breath began to stutter once harry came closer towards him, once again pushing him back and making him lean on his elbows, crawling on top of his lap and straddling his hips.

"what...what are you—"

"you don't want me?"

louis wasn't quite sure what to say. eyeing harry as he began to grind down and create friction in between the both of them.

"h-harry...i do want—"

"then do something about it..."

louis grunted at the feeling of his pants starting to get tighter, hands on harry's hips, pushing him farther down into his lap.

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third pov

ltommoboy28: i did something last night

bradfordbadboiii: christ that's never good

bradfordbadboiii: what did u do

ltommoboy28: i might have

ltommoboy28: possibly maybe perhaps there's a small chance that i…

ltommoboy28: had sex with harry???

bradfordbadboiii: r u serious...

bradfordbadboiii: m gonna rip all of ur hair out when i see u next mate

bradfordbadboiii: matter of fact im coming over now to do just that and im calling liam

ltommoboy28: u need to hear me out tho man

ltommoboy28: it was amazing

ltommoboy28: maybe u should come over so i can tell u abt it

bradfordbadboiii: i dont wanna hear a single thing abt ur weird shenanigans with him

bradfordbadboiii: we took u out to get over him not to take his flower idiot

all louis could think about was the fact that last night was absolutely fantastic.

"a-are you sure?"

"yes...please, lou, please. it hurts." harry begged, pointing towards his now leaking cock that was stuck up and leaning against his belly.

"o-okay..." louis stuttered, pushing his jeans down and getting his shirt off.

"you-you gonna take this off?" he asked, pulling at harry's top—sitting up a bit so he was able to strip it off.

it was magical, honestly.

plus it was their first time.

not just louis’ first time with harry, but his first time ever. and it was fucking great.

"ready?" louis asked, pulling his fingers out from harry's puckered and ready hole, getting a quiet whimper from the boy below him.

louis had never seen harry this desperate. in all the time that he's known him, he never thought that harry would ever want to have sex this bad.

maybe it was just what alcohol did to him.

should they even be doing this? at such a young age?

who cares. they already drank. what does it matter what they're doing at fifteen if they've already gone this far?

harry was so beautiful. curls covering nearly all of his face, eyelashes batting innocently, completely naked and bare. louis couldn't help but admire how soft and milky harry's skin looked.

"yes, please. do it, lou, do it."

louis smiled, as best as he could, pulling harry forward for a soft kiss, rubbing a thumb above his hip bone, reaching a hand down and lining his tip up against harry's entrance.

he finally rolled his hips forward, entering the tight feeling little by little.

most of it was a blur, mainly because louis was coming off such a strong high. and it almost felt like a dream—but from what details he could remember, it was exactly how he had imagined.

"fuck...oh, louis...oh god." harry moaned, fingers entwining with louis’, feeling the boy on top of him kiss at his forehead.

even with louis beginning to feel the heat in his stomach bubble up, he never broke the steady rhythm his hips had going, reaching in between the both of them and pumping at harry's cock.

"o-oh baby...oh fuck!" louis shouted, his face beginning to contort into many different emotions once he finally came—pushing harry's hair out of his face once dribbles of cum began to trail down his cock, all over his stomach and louis’ fist.

ltommoboy28: hey

harryyystyles: Hi, Lou

ltommboy28: last night was really fun

harryyystyles: Yeah it was

ltommoboy28: am i still seeing u tn?

harryyystyles: Depends

harryyystyles: What's my name?

louis didn't pull out afterwards, instead he wrapped an arm around harry's thin waist, rolling them both over on their sides, holding him close to his chest—and letting him sleep.

ltommoboy28: babe ;)

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third pov

"mum! phoebe won't eat!" louis called out, offering his little sister a bite of waffles, she just groaned and babbled something about how she wasn't "ungry"

"it's cause you're using the white fork, she likes the pink fork better, darling—here," johannah said, pulling a nearby drawer open which held all of the girls utensils, taking out a tiny pink fork with flowers all over it.

louis huffed, taking it from his mum and thanking her before offering a different bite of waffle to his little sister.

daisy was already done eating, yet phoebe was being a bit stubborn about her breakfast before daycare.

"you're a little brat girly, aren't you?" he asked, smiling and feeling accomplished once she opened her mouth real wide and bit down on her waffle like a hungry little shark.

"yummy!" she squealed, munching furiously and grabbing at her milk for a drink.

"boo, i need you to take the girls to ballet this morning and then watch the babies until it's time for daycare." louis' mum said, throwing on her coat and sitting on the couch to get her heels on.

"wha—mum, i've got plans this morning, real important and serious plans!" louis said, remembering that he and harry had planned to get breakfast with one another to just chat and be an actual couple.

"what important serious plan?" mark asked, coming into the kitchen and nearly bumping into fizzy who was currently practicing her pirouettes in the hallway.

"a...it's a thing...i don't wanna talk about it but it's important so..."

"is it with a boy? are you hanging out with a boy this morning?" jay asked, getting her heals on and going back into the kitchen to pack the girls' snacks for their practice.

"ooh! lou's got a boyfriend!" lottie chanted, playing around with her hair that her mum had just gotten in a clean and neat bun.

"i don't! lottie, go do some turns or something, you little brat!"

"boo, is it a boy?"

louis just shrugged, phoebe starting to grab at his hand to get him to get another bite of waffle on the fork.

"maybe...but even if it is, we're not dating or anything—"

"well then take the girls with you, darling, i'm sure they'll be very happy to see him!"

louis couldn't argue—he could never argue with his mum for crying out loud. and as much as he didn't want to take the girls with him for breakfast with his new boyfriend...maybe they would be excited to meet harry and not a royal pain in louis' ass. he just didn't wanna think about how much money he was gonna spend on the girls since he was taking them out.

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harry was quite pleased once louis came fully into view.

thankfully, since louis couldn't drive yet, the bakery where him and harry planned to meet wasn't too far of a walk, neither was the girls' ballet class or the twins' daycare.

louis came barging into the small bakery, two pink book bags thrown over his shoulder and two little girls with blonde hair holding onto each of his hands.

"hi babe." louis smiled, lifting phoebe up as harry made grabby hands at the little girl, letting him take her in his grasp before he sat down and let daisy sit on his lap, hanging the backpacks up on the back of his chair. 

"hey, lou. hi girlies! what are you guys doin' here? huh?" harry asked, running his hands through the little girls soft blonde hair.

"i had to bring them, sorry babe. my parents had work and i'm really the only one home."

harry just shrugged, saying he was more than happy to watch the twins while they had breakfast since they were just so damn adorable.

"they've got daycare later on, so the rest of my afternoon is clear in case you wanted to do something?"

harry just laughed. of course louis would imply having sex in front of his two younger sisters.

"maybe, lou. i haven't really been feeling the best lately."

"whaaa, why? what happened?"

"dunno, just tummy aches. but i'm fine...anyways, let's order something, i'm starved."

louis shrugged off harry's weird undiagnosed sickness for the rest of breakfast, letting his little sisters be a huge pain in the ass throughout the entire time they were there, like requesting fruit and huge pieces of each of the boys food even though they'd already eaten their breakfast just half an hour ago!

"sorry 'bout them, they're so annoying when it comes to food."

harry giggled, really not minding the girls' company because they loved harry so much.

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they went at it like rabbits once they'd dropped the girls off at daycare and gotten to louis' place. with nobody home, it was the perfect spot right now.

"god, lou...stop doing that." harry moaned, pushing louis face away from his neck since the taller boy was honestly attacking the skin there at the moment. "i don't want my mum to see marks, boo..."

louis' bedroom seemed to be getting hotter as the seconds passed, harry placing a quick kiss on louis' lips before finally pulling away, sitting up on his elbows on louis' mattress, pointing towards the boys crotch.

"hm?" louis hummed with a frown.

"let me suck your cock, boo."

"fuck, yes." louis wasted no time in agreeing, flipping them over and scooting down so harry could properly sit in between louis' legs as he positioned himself on the edge of his bed, pulling his sweats and briefs off, letting harry fully have at him.

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it was safe to say that louis was still proper grossed out, even after he had showered several times and scrubbed his crotch raw with the loofah, still not feeling completely clean even in a change of clothes with new sheets on his bed.

"'m sorry, lou..." harry mumbled, coming out from louis' bathroom after he had brushed his teeth with an extra toothbrush for the fourth time.

louis didn't respond, only shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck.

"i didn't know that would happen...please don't be mad." harry apologized, flipping the bathroom light switch off and carefully plopping down on the bed beside louis and reaching out to touch his arm—just making him flinch. like harry was a monster.

"'m not mad, harry...'s just gross..." he replied, trying his best not to hurt harry's feelings but the events that happened just an hour earlier were really disgusting to say the least.

"it's not everyday that your boyfriend throws up mid blowie..."

harry wanted to blow his brains out hearing that.

he had no idea what the hell was going on with him.

harry had never sucked cock before but he knew his gag reflex was pretty good just from his own form of...practice...but once louis had hit the back of his throat head on (haha), he just lost it. throwing up nearly all of his breakfast all over louis.

"'m-i'm sorry, louis...i don't know what's going on with me, i've never done something like that...like literally...that was my first time giving a blow job...and my first time throwing up while...just—'m sorry..." harry stopped once he felt his throat begin to close up, knowing that he was gonna start crying if he kept on going and tried to explain himself.

"o-okay, harry, it's fine, babe...it's fine...i just...it was unexpected is all...don't stress about it too much...it's okay, it's okay." louis shushed him, quickly engulfing the smaller boy in a hug, kissing his forehead and trying his hardest to prevent harry from crying since he really couldn't deal with that.

"p-please don't be...be mad." harry somehow managed to get out, his head stuffed into louis chest.

"i could never stay mad at you, babe...it's okay, it was an accident, really."

harry cried, even with how comforting louis was being, he was so humiliated.

harry really needed to get to the doctors or something to figure out what the hell was going on with him.

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third pov

ltommoboy28: hey hurly

ltommoboy28: get it

ltommoboy28: cuz it rhymes with curly

ltommoboy28: and u...u have curly hair...

ltommoboy28: and u...u threw up

ltommoboy28: on my dick

harryyystyles: Jesus

harryyystyles: You are the biggest asshole I know

harryyystyles: You piece of shit

ltommoboy28: u know u love meee

harryyystyles: I really don't

ltommoboy28: have u gone 2 a doctor yet?

harryyystyles: I'm too afraid

harryyystyles: But I think my mum made an appointment

harryyystyles: What if they say I'm dying boo:(

ltommoboy28: i doubt it babe

ltommoboy28: prbly a stomach virus or sumat

ltommoboy28: try not 2 die

ltommoboy28: id be real sad hurly :(

harryyystyles: I'm gonna punch you, I swear

harryyystyles: I'll update you later if I'm not dead, Lou

harryyystyles: Bye bye booo

ltommoboy28: bye babe;) feel better ya sexy thang

"harry! hurry up! we've gotta go!" anne shouted from downstairs, tidying up the kitchen a bit before grabbing her car keys once she was done to get to the car.

"coming!" harry yelled back, closing his laptop and leaving it on his bed, getting his shoes and hoodie on to go downstairs.

"you feelin' any better, sweetie?" anne asked once her boy came downstairs, running her fingers through his knotted hair and checking on his temperature.

"not much, mum. i've got like these weird cramps."

anne felt awful seeing her son like this and not knowing what to do to help. hopefully, the doctor would be able to give harry some medicine to help.

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harry never liked the doctors office. it was always such a scary experience, not to mention the smell of medicine and the anxious wait to be seen and treated.

it made him really nervous, and honestly he'd rather feel this sick for the rest of his life than sit here any longer.

he quickly stood from his chair, "y'know, mum maybe we should just go-"

"harry." anne said warningly, breaking her eyes away from her magazine that she had been flipping through to look up at her son through her glasses.

"sit down, dear. we need to see what's wrong."

harry huffed, balling his fists up nervously and digging his nails into his palm before sitting back down. he didn't want to listen but when his mum raised her voice, he never tried to argue.

"mum-"

"harry styles?" a nurse asked from her spot in front of the hallway, making anne stand up and set the magazine down before gesturing for her son to get up as well—which he wasn't gonna do unless he was physically forced to.

"mum-"

"let's go, dear, now."

harry sighed before finally pushing himself off of his chair that he was just told to sit back in a few moments prior, he sluggishly followed behind the nurse once she said the doctor would be ready for them in a bit.

the nurse did the initial checkup, like weight, height, temperature, as well as asking what his symptoms were.

he was scared shitless once she finished up and said that the doctor would be in soon before leaving.

"do you think they'll take blood, mum?"

"i doubt it...unless you've got something life threatening—"

"mum!"

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding, you dope. i don't think they'll be taking any blood from you for any reason...you've probably just got the flu or something, darling."

anne wasn't the best at being comforting at times like this. she was far too much of a teasing person at times just to get on her son's nerves—especially when he was freaked out.

a knock at the door made harry sit up on the examination table, nervously reaching for his mum's hand to get him to calm down.

"hiya, sweetie, how are you?" dr. lee asks as she comes into the small room, smiling at both mum and son before closing the door behind herself and sitting down on a nearby spinning chair.

"sick," harry replies quietly, rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb into his mum's hand as he stared up at dr. lee like she had an extra head.

"so i've heard. you've been throwing up?"

"mhm."

"have you had a fever?"

"nope."

"uh, he's also been just very drowsy, a bit sluggish, lazy if you will." anne chimed in, seeing as her son wasn't being very helpful to getting to the bottom of this.

"mum!" harry scolded her.

"well the lazy part, that's quite normal in teenagers, but it doesn't explain the constant throwing up—and you said it's only in the morning that you get nauseous?"

harry nodded, eyeing dr. lee nervously since she seemed a bit concerned now.

"all right—" dr. lee spun around on her chair, dragging her feet on the floor to get to the cabinet and counter in the corner of the room, reaching in one of said cabinets and pulling out a small cup with a yellow cap over it, "harry, i'm gonna ask you to have a pee in this cup, how's that sound?"

the boys eyed widened and nearly bulged out of their sockets once he heard that. "what—why? what do you think i have?"

"harry, it's just so we can run tests and can figure out what's going on in a quicker manner."

he was reluctant at first, anne giving his hand a squeeze to encourage him to take the cup and go to the bathroom down the hall.

"you don't think i'm dying?" harry asked.

"of course not, darling. if i thought that i would leave you here high and dry-"

harry grunted, hopping off of the exam table and letting go of his mum's hand to snatch the cup out of dr. lee's grasp as she and anne began to laugh at her own joke.

he almost hoped he was dying just so dr. lee and his mum could feel bad for making a joke out of something that seemed so serious to him.

another part of him knew it was just the dramatic side of him talking.

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"hope it's something terminal so you'll feel bad for teasing me like that." harry mumbled to his mum as she ruffled around with the ends of his hair that were so curled.

"harry! don't you even joke like that!" she scolded, thwacking his nose and making him wince.

it'd been about ten minutes since harry had come out of the bathroom and gave dr. lee the cup of pee. she said it wouldn't be long to run tests where they would get results and be able to tell harry what was happening—so now he just had to sit tight.

he never expected dr. lee to come in so urgently, a weird look on her face that was really starting to worry harry.

"what is it?" anne asked, suddenly sitting up from her spot on the chair beside the exam table, a hand on her chest in fright that something was actually wrong with her baby.

"it's nothing bad...at least i...hope so—but...harry, i would like to talk to you alone for a second."

anne looked down at her son suspiciously—knowing that whatever it was that dr. lee had to talk to him about in private could not have been good.

"i'd like to stay, dr. lee. whatever it is, i'm sure i can hear, he's my son if you forgot."

harry nodded, not wanting his mum to leave his side now.

dr. lee just sighed, nodding and apologizing since she didn't mean to offend anne in any sort of way...but seriously, she needed to talk to harry alone right now.

"erm...i guess there's no proper way to word this but...harry, are you sexually active?"

anne's jaw dropped, while harry felt like he was gonna be sick.

dr. lee could tell by the look on anne's face that she had wished she stepped out of the room.

"n-no, of course he isn't. we've talked about this before and harry chose to wait until he is eighteen before he starts doing that—"

anne stopped her rant when she caught the look on her son's face. embarrassment, and...regret? he didn't think he'd get caught, especially not at the doctors office.

"harry edward styles." anne's eyes were a fiery red, mad at the fact that harry could do something like this. it's not like she wanted to hear all the details in harry's life, especially not the personal stuff that he did in his own time. but having your first time is a pretty big thing to do behind your loved one's back—then again, why would he tell his mum about his first time?

"please don't tell me he's got one of those diseases from sex, dr. lee." anne practically begged.

harry suddenly felt dirty. did he have a disease now? all because him and louis didn't wear a condom? fuck

"no. we got your tests back and...harry from what i could see, you do not have any sexually transmitted diseases or infections...but...you are pregnant."

harry couldn't sit there for a second longer after hearing that, he shoved his mum out of his way before running down the hall to the bathroom he was just previously in, throwing up everything he'd eaten that day into the toilet.

how the fuck was he pregnant? how the fuck was he gonna tell louis?

shit

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the car ride home was quiet, as expected. anne couldn't even look at harry without feeling like she had failed as a mother. after all the talks and rants she had with harry about protection and being safe if he chose to have sex, he just decided to go out one night and do it completely drunk?

it explained why harry ended up sleeping over at niall's house after michael's party, and why when he did come back home, he went straight up to his room to take some pain pills and sleep off his mild hangover instead of going to work with his mum at the bakery that day.

harry liked to think that she was more mad that he had drank rather than the fact that he had a thing growing in his stomach.

especially since he was just fifteen. but let's be real here, she was probably equally mad about both things.

harry stared down at the paper dr. lee had given him.

to confirm her diagnosis, she had harry lay down and pull his shirt up to have a scan off his stomach and see if the baby was even visible this early.

harry was about five weeks. and by the looks of it, the baby in his stomach didn't really look like a baby. it was really small, and mostly looked like a gumball

once they'd pulled into the driveway, harry crumpled up the piece of paper and stuffed it into his back pocket so gemma and his dad wouldn't ask about it once he'd gotten inside.

even though anne didn't respond to her son's plea's to not say anything to either of them since they still had yet to know—she knew in her heart that she wouldn't tell anyone anything if harry didn't want her to.

"hey curls, what did the doctor say?" gemma asked once harry walked through the door, taking his zip up off and throwing it on the coat hanger.

"nothing..." he mumbled, running off upstairs to his room.

gemma and robin didn't question either anne's or harry's weird moods, instead they just chose to believe what harry said, and that it really was nothing.

harryyystyles: Lou?

harryyystyles: You online?

ltommoboy28: always babe ;)

ltommoboy28: how was the doctors?

ltommoboy28: also i'm thinking of changing my profile name :)

ltommoboy28: how's loulovesharry8

ltommboy28: cause 8 is like the infinity symbol

ltommoboy28: im gonna do it

ltommoboy28: or tommo and curly?

ltommoboy28: yeah ill do that

   ltommoboy28 has changed his display name

tommolovescurly8: WABAM!!

tommolovescurly8: i'm keeping that until the end of infinity

harryyystyles: Lou change it back

tommolovescurly8: whaaaaa y it looks nice

tommolovescurly8: and now everybody knows;)

harryyystyles: Louis I'm serious change it

tommolovescurly8: hey that's not my name

harryyystyles: Louis

tommolovescurly8: but theres a 30 day thing and i cant change it until those days pass

tommolovescurly8: why are u so upset? i thought u would like it babe:/

harryyystyles: I have to tell you something and it's really important Louis

tommolovescurly8: all right but if ur telling me ur dying id rather u tell me in person so i can hug u while u do it

harryyystyles: Louis I'm serious

tommolovescurly8: i am 2 babe

tommolovescurly8: srsly it would suck being told my bf is dying over message

tommolovescurly8: if u die, i die and whatnot

tommolovescurly8: like romeo and juliet but gay

harry huffed, rubbing his face in frustration because louis could never take anything seriously.

maybe he didn't have to know. at least not yet. there was still a ton of time before his tummy started to get really huge right? maybe louis wouldn't even care and they could still be like regular boyfriends.

he shut his laptop and decided to just go to sleep. ignoring louis seemed best right now anyway

maybe this was all a bad dream and when he wakes up everything will be different?

maybe

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third pov

"hare-bear!" niall cooed as he attacked his best friend in a hug from behind.

"ah! niall! stop doing that!" harry shouted.

it was the fourth time just that morning that niall had came up behind him and scared him with a hug.

"what? you don't love me?" niall asked, letting go of his best friend and leaning on the locker beside him.

"course i do, but damn, nialler. i'm gonna piss myself if you scare me again!"

"all right, all right! sorry, jeez. what's crawled in your asscrack?"

harry stiffened hearing that. was he really acting so different that niall could tell something was wrong? no, he had to just be kidding. right?

"n-nothing...just tired."

"you sure? you seem kind of-"

pregnant? yeah, you're right, niall.

"i'm fine, niall. i said i was tired."

niall backed off once he heard harry's attitude, maybe the boy was just having a bad day or something...so he really didn't want to ask what was going on anymore.

"okay...sorry...do you wanna go out somewhere after school? like to eat? or the clothing shops—" niall was cut off once again by harry.

"i've got work at the bakery after school, man. i wish i could but i can't."

the blonde boy sighed before saying a quiet ok then walking off cause it really seemed like harry didn't wanna talk.

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harry decided to mind his business today at work. normally he would try to talk to everybody and make friends with the elderly women that baked in the back, but today he didn't really feel like talking much. instead, just doing what he needed to do and focused on serving customers.

anne didn't pay much attention to him either, working at the register and trying to kill time since she and her son weren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. on a normal day where harry wasn't pregnant, they would be having the time of their lives working together. harry always loved when he had shifts with his mum who owned the bakery. she always made a boring situation the best time.

harry sighed in frustration once he finished another page of his history homework, knowing that he still had about three pages to go.

not many people were here since it was pretty late and who needs baked treats this far in the day? so it was a bit of a surprise when the little gold bell on the door rang, indicating that a customer just walked in, only for harry to realize that it was—

"hey babe!" louis shouted as he walked in, a smile on his face.

harry looked the boy up and down, seeing he was in blue plaid pajama pants with white converse and a baggy grey hoodie. looking like he just woke up from a nap or something.

he looks so cute harry thought.

"hi..." harry replied, closing up his binder and notebook.

"can't avoid me forever." louis teased, pulling up a chair beside harry and sitting down, wrapping an arm around the smaller boy.

"i-i wasn't avoiding you...just didn't see you at school." he responded, feeling uncomfortable since his fucking baby daddy was sitting right next to him and he had no idea...jesus

"well...don't know how you didn't see me all day when i saw you like four times...and i called your name and you never turned ar-"

"i was busy, lou...ok?"

louis went quiet, sitting straight and pulling his arm away from around harry's shoulder and resting it inside his hoodie pocket instead.

"damn...who shit in your mouth this morning?"

"why does everyone keep saying that?...'m fine, just didn't sleep well last night-"

"and you're taking that out on me?...you want me to keep calling you asswipe then or what?"

"no...i don't want you to do that...just—"

"then quit acting like one...did i do something wrong, or...say something bad?"

harry sunk into his chair, suddenly feeling cold without louis holding him, beginning to pick at the skin around his nails.

he didn't reply, instead just stayed silent until louis got the message and decided to just leave.

harry had been avoiding him since the beginning of the weekend after his doctors appointment—and nearly two days later he was still getting the silent treatment...what the hell?

harry felt like crying once he heard the door ring again, feeling no presence beside him, and a cold gust of wind hit his skin, letting him know that louis had left him.

harry didn't blame louis though, he was an asshole with the way he was talking to louis...he deserved it anyway.

he packed up his homework stuff and waited for his mum in the back who was still cleaning, telling her son that she was gonna be another hour or so and if he wanted to go home so bad then to call his father...harry just settled for waiting instead.

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"harry! laundry day!" robin shouted from somewhere downstairs.

harry groaned, his face comfortably smushed into his pillow and feeling too warm in his blankets to get up.

"i'll get it for him, dad!" gemma shouted back, sounding close towards harry's room, making him flip over and pull his blanket above his shoulders so his back was facing the door and his body was covered since he was currently stark-naked and didn't except anyone to come to his room since his mum had made it a pretty big deal that he was very sick and nobody was to go anywhere near him.

she was full of shit. harry had just been throwing up that whole night and mostly throughout the next morning, and ended up completely sleeping through his alarms to get up. which meant he was already extremely late so what was the point of trying to rush into school?

gemma quietly slipped into her little brothers room, grabbing his laundry basket from his closet and a few more articles of clothing that were thrown around and stuffing them into the basket before shutting the door behind her.

harry stayed silent, really not wanting to gemma to come back in and ask how he was feeling now. even if she was just trying to be nice, harry would probably spill the beans on the human growing in his stomach and that wouldn't be good.

he rolled back over once he heard that gemma had gone back downstairs and wouldn't bother him again, perking up at the sound of his ipod dinging.

tommolovescurly8: hey babe ;)

tommolovescurly8: i'm thinking abt ditching next hour 2 go see a film or summat

tommolovescurly8: come with?

tommolovescurly8: i waited by ur locker this morning and didn't see u?

harry rolled his eyes once he flipped his phone screen over and saw who had been messaging him. of course it was louis. the only person who was practically sitting on his mind.

harryyystyles: I'm not in school today

tommolovescurly8: whaaaaa yyy

harryyystyles: Woke up too late

tommolovescurly8: okkk do u wanna hang out after school?

harryyystyles: Maybe

tommolovescurly8: are u upset with me?

tommolovescurly8: is this abt what happened @ the bakery

harryyystyles: No I'm just busy, Lou

tommolovescurly8: doing what?

harryyystyles: Stuff

tommolovescurly8: whatever

harry shut his phone back off, wishing he never turned it on because then he would have never had to text louis who was probably certain he was angry at him.

he hadn't even decided yet what the hell he was gonna do next or if he was gonna tell louis about this all—he wasn't even sure what his options were with the baby and all. he'd have to talk to the doctor and his mum about it so he didn't do anything stupid.

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anne didn't allow harry to leave his room at all, even to go to work since she felt he was probably still sick.

so here he was, still lying down and trying to fall asleep since he wasn't gonna be doing anything the entire rest of the day with no plans.

"harry?" he heard a knock at his door, sitting up and grabbing a nearby pillow to put it over his chest.

sure, he normally walked around the house with his top half naked and never felt embarrassed with gemma seeing him naked, but it didn't feel right knowing that a child was inside him now.

"hey, baby bro...how ya feelin'?" gemma asked once he came in, hands full with a glass of water and a small white packet.

"better...what's that?" harry asked, pointing towards the packet in her hand.

"some medicine since your stomach is hurting, here. 

harry reached for the pill packet, only stopping when he remembered what his doctor said when he last went to see her—which was when she told him he was pregnant.

she said something about not taking certain pills or medicines that she had listed somewhere on a piece of paper that she gave to his mum, to steer clear from seafood, alcohol, smoking and any sort of strenuous workouts.

"i'm fine, gem."

"take it, harry. it'll help you with the stomach pains."

"really gem, 'm fine."

she sighed, setting the glass of water and pill down on the table beside his bed. "try to stay hydrated...i'm off again, h, 'kay?"

harry nodded as she reached over and pushed his hair away from his eyes, placing a quick kiss to his forehead lovingly.

"you're going back to school?" harry asked.

"yep, came back just to help mum and dad with you, but you seem better."

harry smiled with a hum before she turned on her heels, walking off and closing the door behind her to go to her room and grab her things to leave.

gemma would only come and visit every once and a while whenever she could. being in college now made coming home way harder.

harry missed her being home so often before she started going to school, at least then he had somebody to spend all his time with, and his parents weren't so focused on him twenty-four-seven like they are now.

another hour had passed, and now harry was getting pretty relentless in his damn bed.

his mum wasn't home, she was working at the bakery currently and probably wouldn't be home for another few hours.

he planned on laying in bed the rest of the day, but now he was bored shitless.

maybe a little walk would take his mind off things?

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tommolovescurly8: hi babe

tommolovescurly8: wanna come watch the guys and i play footy?

harry sighed when he opened his phone and saw louis' text messages.

no. he wasn't going to watch louis and his weird friends play football and trip over their own feet like idiots nor did he want to, he'd rather be by himself at the park and most likely be mugged.

he was stunned once he got to the park and saw louis and said stupid friends kicking around a football.

he would have thought they were in someone's backyard or something—not all five of them in the park.

"harry!" louis shouted once his eyes landed on his boyfriend, jogging over and engulfing the curly haired boy in a hug.

"h-hi..." harry stuttered, trying his best to lift his arms which were currently trapped under louis' body to hug him back.

the smell of louis' sweat and his jersey which probably hadn't been washed in weeks made him a bit nauseous, so he held his breath a bit since this hug seemed to be going longer than it needed to.

"you came!" louis cheered, giving a quick peck to harry's cheek and pulling his arm to pull him onto the field and get him to play for a bit.

"l-lou, i don't really feel like play—"

"just one game—li! pass the ball!" louis yelled, raising his hands in the air and gesturing for his friend, liam, to kick over the ball. 

"comin' to ya' tommo!" liam yelled back.

harry stumbled backwards, not wanting to get hit by the ball and deciding to just get out of the way so louis and his friends wouldn't be upset if he messed up.

he wasn't always the most athletic boy, especially when it came to fricking football. he was always very clumsy and pushed around so he chose to just watch louis play since he was on the team and the frickin captain.

"babe! wanna be goalie?" louis asked, bouncing the ball around on his knee and the point of his foot.

"nah, i'm ok, lou. i think i'm just gonna sit down-"

"c'mon! i know you love bein' goalie!" louis smiled, reaching for harry's arm and holding onto him tight.

"i'm fine, lou-"

"just one game—"

"i said no, louis!" harry finally shouted, swatting the boys arm off of him and walking off to get the hell out of the park.

louis' jaw fell open a bit, checking behind him to see if any of his friends saw him just get yelled at by his boyfriend.

"hey...uh...you guys keep on playing..." louis muttered, kicking the ball behind him back to zayn who was nearest before jogging off to harry.

"he's so whipped..." zayn said, looking towards liam who just nodded since that really was the damn truth.

louis was sort of out of breath once he caught up to harry—hands stuffed in his pockets and speed walking off.

"harry...phew! slow down! you gotta 'ang on!...what-what's wrong?" louis asked, wiping his brow once he got up to harry's speed.

"nothin'—can you stop breathing so loud?" harry asked, trying his best to get away from louis who only seemed to be getting closer—he just needed space...and a lot of it.

"oh sorry for being alive...are you mad at me? what's your problem, is this about the bakery—"

"no! quit bringing up the bakery, louis...damn...not everything is about you."

"it clearly is if you're mad at me!...i'm honestly getting close to just breaking up with you, harry—what'd i do?" louis asked, grabbing at harry's shoulder and jerking him back to finally make eye contact with him.

"that supposed to be some sort of threat?" harry nearly laughed.

"it should be!...do you want us to be over? you don't even seem to care anymore, and we just fucking got back together...so are we done?" louis grabbed harry's hand to stop him from moving any more than he had to.

"if that's what you want then sure!" harry yelled, pushing louis off of him to keep on moving.

louis didn't even want to follow after harry again...what was the point if harry already said they were done? for the second damn time.

he trailed back off to the field where liam, zayn, stan and oli were stood waiting to him.

"another heartbreak, tommo?" zayn asked, leaning on liam's shoulder and pouting once he saw louis approach the two of them.

"piss off, zayn."

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harry pulled at his hoodie strings once he walked through the front door, wanting nothing more but to go upstairs to his room and just go to sleep—which he had been avoiding all day.

he only stopped when he heard his name being called from the kitchen...from his parents.

shit

"your mum told you that you weren't allowed to leave your room." robin said, looking up at his son who had a pale look on his face.

"dad, i'm really not in the mood to talk right now—"

"you're not in the mood to talk about this?" robin reached into his back pocket, pulling out a piece of paper...not just any piece of paper—but the piece of paper—sliding it on the table in front of him and anne.

robin must have found it in one of harry's jean pockets when he was doing his laundry.

"uh...i don't...what's th-" harry began to trail off, trying to get off of the hook by just lying—but robin knew his son. sure they weren't biologically related, but he's been present in harry's life long enough to know when he was lying and when he was telling the truth.

"i can't believe you could do this, harry! go out and drink and be irresponsible—i know that is not how your mother raised you—and now you're...pregnant?"

"dad...i can't ex—"

"no, you can't explain because frankly i do not wanna hear a single word out of your mouth about this situation at all...i'm so disappointed in you, harry...how could you do something like this?"

harry began to cry. he wasn't trying to make excuses or get out of this with just a slap on the wrist. he really did feel bad.

"i-i promise i'll do something to get rid of this all, and it'll just be like a bad dream or something, dad, please—"

"y'know i'm not even upset that you're pregnant...i'm upset that you lied to us...you promised us you would be responsible at that party, that you'd go with niall and sleepover at his place then be back later the next day in time for work with your mum, and instead you were too hungover to even get out of bed!" robin shouted, gesturing towards anne who was shaking her head.

both parents had already talked about this whole situation. and it's true—they were a bit worried about harry being pregnant, but not angry. it was the fact that he had been drunk when making the choice to have...unprotected sex, at fifteen?

"i-i'm sorry...mum, dad...i'm really, really sorry." harry whimpered, staring down at his hands and examining his now bleeding nails.

this week was so far very stressful if you couldn't already tell.

"you should have listened to your mum when she said to stay in your damn room...go."

"but...dad—"

"go!"

harry chose not to argue any longer.

he went up to his room that night and fell asleep on a tear stained pillow.

he just broke up with his boyfriend and the father of his child for the second time just this school year, and his parents hated him. how great, right?

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third pov

working at the bakery wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. after a while it got pretty boring.

it was the same old routine of a mum coming in and forcing her children to be grownups and order for themselves. then it was a ten minute back and fourth conversation of the kid asking what each and every pastry was and if they could try them all.

with harry being the sweetheart he is and loving kids too much to say no, he would always find some sort of way to let the kids try whatever they wanted.

but now? screw all these kids.

he was just trying to do what his mum asked of him, then leave to go home—no time for any other distractions, especially not with everything going on.

louis hadn't come by, or texted, or even tried to talk to harry at school. which was a pretty good thing in his opinion...but also life had gotten kind of lonely.

he had no louis, and no niall since he was basically starting to push him away. he was too afraid that the blonde boy would figure out his secret that he was trying so desperately to keep to himself.

he wanted it to stay that way, at least until he fully figured out what he was gonna do next.

"harry?"

harry stopped once he heard his mum calling his name from behind the counter, he put his pencil down and turned his head to see what she needed.

"dear, you can head home to get your homework done if you want."

dear?

had his mum really just called him dear? after not having called him any nicknames as such for nearly a week?

"o-ok...thanks mum." he smiled, packing up his school things and stuffing them into his book bag, sliding his coat on before getting out of there as fast as possible before she changed her mind.

neither robin or anne had brought up his pregnancy since they'd last talked about it, which was just the month before—and harry wasn't even showing so that gave them another reason to ignore it all.

harry chose to think that it was some sort of early christmas miracle. but honestly he wasn't too sure what to think anymore.

with louis’ birthday coming up as well, everything just seemed much more depressing now.

maybe he could email a tv production and try to get himself on one of those shows like fifteen and pregnant or teen mum to start a better life for himself...yeah...that sounded like a plan.

niallerh01: HI HARRY!

niallerh01: we on 4 that party at ashtons tn?

niallerh01: i heard there's a keg!!!

alcohol! how great, just what harry needs right now while two months along in his pregnancy!

he didn't have the heart to tell niall no, especially since he'd already said yes after the blondie begged him to come along with him and be his drinking buddy. harry wasn't quite sure what he was saying yes to and just agreed to get him to shut up and leave him alone. but now he had to change his mind.

harryyystyles: Hey, Nialler :)

harryyystyles: I'm grounded so I don't think I can

niallerh01: harry!!!!

niallerh01: u promised we would!

harryyystyles: I know, Nialler. I'm sorry

niallerh01: ur the worst man wow

harryyystyles: I'm sorry Ni, I feel bad but I can't

niallerh01: u cant sneak out?

harryyystyles: I doubt it

niallerh01: i heard lewis is gonna be there!! u could wear something real showy and black and dance on other guys so u can make him all jelly

harryyystyles: You know I'm not that type of person, Niall:|

harryyystyles: And his name is Lou-eeh

niallerh01: wtv BOOOO ur so boring

niallerh01: who am i supposed to go with then?

harryyystyles: There's lots of people, Ni

harryyystyles: I hear Liam Payne's a cutie, you could go with him

niallerh01: ew no he's friends with ur asshole of an ex

niallerh01: and i think hes got a thing for that boy with the black hair

harryyystyles: Haha Zayn? Probably they’re all over eachother

niallerh01: wtv

niallerh01: i guess ill just go by myself

niallerh01: arsehole

harry felt bad about not being able to go out, but he wasn't lying when he said he was grounded—to an extent, obviously. he was still allowed to go out when it came to working and school and stuff but besides that, his parents didn't trust him enough.

if he did go out, he'd probably end up being forced to drink by niall, and seeing louis was gonna be just awful.

he'd rather stay in and go to sleep early like the boring pregnant teenager that he was.

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it was only ten-thirty and harry was already beginning to turn down. pulling his blanket and getting underneath his covers to fall asleep.

"harry?"

the young boy sat up at the familiar voice that he could only identify as gemma. he rolled his eyes since he was just about to go to sleep and he was already being bothered—as per usual living in this household.

"hey gem." harry tried his best to smile and hide the fact that he was a little annoyed with his older sister barging through his door and coming into his room.

"hey baby bro...whatcha doin'?" she asked, closing the door behind her and sitting down on the edge of her brothers bed.

"nothin'...was just about to go to bed...why're you back?" he question, eyeing his sister suspiciously since it wasn't saturday or sunday, and gemma had school tomorrow morning just like harry! 

gemma shrugged, "mum and dad said some stuff...thought i'd come by and chat to you for a bit..." she added.

harry curled in on himself after that, pulling his knees to his chest and staring down at his lap to avoid his sisters eyes.

"harry...i'm not mad or disappointed in you...i was your age doing stupid stuff too, babe..." she reached over to rest her hand on harry's knee as a sign of comfort. if anything that just made harry more anxious then it should have.

he scoffed, "like getting pregnant?"

"well...no...but i get it...ok?...mum and dad are more worried about you now rather than angry, so maybe try talking to them...yeah?"

harry just shook his head. no way was he gonna try talking to his parents about his damn pregnancy. at least not right now. he needed to wait a few more months probably...yeah, that sounded best. maybe by then they'll be able to understand and be more comforting and not disappointed.

"you're already...what—two-ish months...in seven months you're gonna have a baby, harry...if that's what you want—of course...which makes talking to mum and dad much more urgent...ok?"

shit

harry hadn't even realized he would have a baby in a few months. it's not like he was gonna be pregnant forever, at some point, something would come out of the product of having a big belly for nine months—obviously. 

the thought of a mini him running around his family's small flat and both him and said child being cramped up in his room with nothing but a crib and a few cheap toys made everything much more real now, as well as terrifying.

"i will...at some point...probably later this week." he replied, cracking his knuckles before smiling—a real smile-to gemma, "thanks, gem...for being nice about this all." he added.

"course, h...and y'know you could talk to mum now if you want...she told me to tell you that someone was on the line for you...so afterwards you could try talking to her." gemma shrugged.

harry's eyebrows furrowed at that. somebody was on the phone asking for him? that wasn't very common.

after a few more minutes, harry thanked his sister once again, hugging her tight and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek as a goodbye since she really had to head back to school now if she wanted to get a good nights rest and be up and at it early tomorrow.

harry trailed downstairs to the sitting room, finding the phone on the hook where he was guessing his mum had left it.

"someone's on the phone asking for you, dear." anne said somewhere from the kitchen, the noise from the kitchen sink drowning out her voice a bit with how loud it was.

"i'm answering it now!" he replied, sitting down and picking the phone up.

"hello?"

"'lo? 'arry?"

it was louis, of course it was louis, who else would call harry's house phone rather than texting or calling him on his own phone?!

"louis? why ya' callin'?"

"harry! i tried to—to call you on your phone but you didn't answer. i even—oh—excuse me, liam!, i'm goin' outside for better service!—anyways, sorry, i tried calling you but you didn't pick up, babe. where ar' ya'?"

louis’ voice got louder once the music from the back drowned out a bit and harry could tell the boy was outside now.

so niall was right, louis was going to ashton's party with his douchebag friends. how amazing, thank god harry chose not to go.

"at home, louis...i've gotta go to bed, bye-"

"whaaa! why're you home!? come to ashton's place, it's real fun!"

louis must be drunk out of his mind if he's calling harry after they'd broken up and was talking to him as if nothing had ever happened.

"louis, i've got school tomorrow—and so do you, so bye. go home and go to sleep." harry was about to hang up and go up to his room. but knowing louis, he'd probably just call a million more times until harry answered again.

"hey, why are you calling me that, 's not my name!" louis whined.

"goodnight, louis—"

"babe!!...are you angry at me?"

jeez

honestly a bullet going through harry's temple right now sounded better than having to sit here and listen to louis ramble on any longer.

"louis, we're not friends anymore, so stop calling and go home-"

"harry, i miss you...so much babe...fuck, i came out tonight hoping i'd see you...i miss you so bad, harry...you, your face, your hair, your bum...'s so big and i miss just squeezing it to get you all aggy...i miss h-holding you, and your hands...the way you smell...and you're not even here tonight and now 'm so much more upset cause you don't wanna talk to me..."

harry mentally thanked whoever the hell installed their loud kitchen sink, because yes sometimes it was fucking irritating with how much noise it would make, but at least anne couldn't hear harry in the next room being broken into a million pieces from every word that louis had just said.

"i know we aren't together, harry...zayn and liam made it their jobs to remind me of that tonight...but i don't care...i want you back, so badly, babe...please take me back? i'm sorry for whatever i said o-or did...i didn't mean it, love...i'm sure of it...i just want you so bad...wanna hug you and kiss you and let you hold me...so please...whatever i did wrong, forgive me for it...i love you so much, harry, please?"

harry wasn’t positive that louis knew what love meant, but he seemed pretty certain that it’s what he felt for harry so…who knows.

"l-louis...i gotta go."

"please, babe...please?"

harry couldn't bare to stay on the line any longer. hanging up as fast as a could with a quiet goodnight escaping his lips and going through the phone to the other side.

louis sat on the front porch, crying his eyes out and throwing his phone somewhere beside him since it was useless now with harry not on the other line.

harry hung the phone back up, wiping his eyes and turning the light from the dim lamp off, making his way up back to his room and not saying another word to his mum.

all the shit louis said was stupid anyway.

how would he know what love is? he's only fifteen! he barely knows how to tie his shoes...

he's just drunk harry thought

by tomorrow morning once louis sobered up, all of the stupid lies that he said won't be of any meaning and it'll all just be a dumb memory that's pushed to the back of his head.

and by the time louis finds out that harry is pregnant, whatever feelings he had for him will completely disappear, and harry too will become a dumb memory that'll soon be forgotten.

maybe that's for the better.

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third pov

the next day at school was definitely...awkward.

surprisingly louis had showed up despite being hungover. bags under his eyes and looking green nearly the entire morning. but harry tried not to stare too often or for too long, otherwise louis would probably come over and try to talk to him.

another big surprise to harry was the fact that niall had chosen not to drink and instead spent his whole night trying to chat up to an older boy who went to their school.

harry was actually quite interested listening to niall explain how him and the boy talked the whole night, and he was even more interested once niall showed him a picture of the guy named ethan who was completely shirtless! harry had to admit...he was pretty hot.

things had sort of gotten better since last night. harry woke up with puffy eyes but chose to ignore all the things that louis had said and instead tried to focus on talking to his parents.

at breakfast, he made a move and asked them if they could all have an important conversation of how this whole thing was gonna work.

robin and anne took it pretty well, thanking harry for coming to them instead of it being the other way around. it was gonna be hard to adjust to the fact that harry was pregnant, but anne made a promise to take harry to the doctors after school since the bakery would be closed today due to their oven being broken, and hopefully they would go over harry's options and he could explore what route he wanted to take before it was too late.

so about halfway through the day, harry was sat in chemistry, mr. paul was going over the partner work that they were gonna do today. which was really sucky news since he didn't know anybody in his class, or even feel comfortable talking to anybody.

"i will be choosing your partners so don't any of you dare ask me to switch!" mr. paul announced, going onto his computer and turning the projector on to show the list of who was gonna be partners with who.

just to harry's luck, he squinted at the board to make sure he was seeing correctly, and groaned when he realized his eyes did not deceive him.

he was in fact partners with zayn malik.

"great..." harry muttered, looking around the small classroom before locking eyes with the boy, having to squeeze past a few of his fellow classmates and some desks to get to the back of the room where zayn was sat.

their school has a dress code—which was basically just the uniform that they gave you in the beginning of each school year. but zayn would normally wear a dark sweater over his white button up shirt and have the collar peaking out, with some sort of high top nike shoe instead of the fancy dress shoes they had to wear—which would result in him getting a write up, but the black haired boy didn't really seem to care.

"hi..." harry said, sitting down beside his partner and opening his laptop so he and zayn could get to work with whatever stupid assignment mr. paul had given them.

"uh...looks like it's about thirty questions...you wanna just split it fifteen-fifteen?"

zayn just shrugged, taking out his school laptop and starting to fill out the first question...so harry took that as a yes.

harry scowled as he looked around the room and was able to see that mostly everybody was paired up with either their friends, or people that they actually talked to—and here harry was, sat with and having to be forced to work with someone that he doesn't even like, let alone tolerate.

harry really wished working alone would have been an option, and if it was then it was too late to ask now.

"what does 'substrate' mean?" zayn suddenly asked, after both boys had been working in silence for about ten minutes.

wow zayn has to be an idiot if he doesn’t know simple vocabulary from this class.

"look it up..." harry replied, typing away on his keyboard to finish up his fifteen questions and be able to go back to his seat since zayn reeked of strong cologne.

"dick..." zayn muttered, leaning on his hand but listening and googling what most of the words on his questions meant.

after about another few minutes or so, harry began to squirm around in his chair, trying to press his legs together to make the urge to pee go away since he really needed to get his work done.

zayn noticed and continued to give harry odd and bitchy looks since he looked like a fish out of water at the moment with all of his weird movements.

one thing that sucked about being pregnant was the fact that harry needed to pee like all of the time now.

"i'm going to the restroom." harry simply stated, not being able to hold it any longer and quickly making his way up to the front of the classroom and asking for a hallway pass.

zayn just smiled to himself, happy that he was able to get a few minutes by himself before harry came back and would ruin his peace.

the bradford boy was almost done with all of his questions with the help of the internet, thankfully. just because then he could go back to his desk and get away from harry.

he never really liked the lad, especially since he was constantly messing with his best friend and always seeming to get louis in a down mood.

zayn peeked over at the boy's laptop when he heard a quiet ding.

a message on the bottom of the screen popped up, mum being the contact name.

Don't forget about your appointment after school darling! I also wanted to say that I'm really glad we talked Harry! I know this pregnancy is gonna be difficult, I'm sure it already has been, but I will support you no matter what you choose to do next, darling. Love you!!Xx

zayn stared at the screen, not being able to tear his eyes away from the messages after fully reading them.

appointment? pregnancy?

what the fuck?!!??

harry's pregnant?

the kids an unpopped cherry, and lou said he was his first time...so that means that

holy shit

LOUIS KNOCKED UP THE CHERRY

zayn felt like barfing. his head now cradled in his hands because the thought of harry being pregnant was so fucking scary.

he didn’t look up but he could hear harry coming back to his seat and sitting down.

THERE ARE TWO HUMAN BEINGS SITTING NEXT TO ME RIGHT NOW

"you almost done with your questions?" harry asked, gesturing towards zayn's laptop.

zayn couldn't even bring himself to respond, still staring down at his lap with his arms covering his face.

"hello?" harry asked, nudging zayn's chair with his foot to get the boys attention.

"is it true?"

"what's true?"

"you're pregnant?"

harry's heart nearly fell out of his ass when he heard that.

how the fuck did zayn know?

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"louis! louis!" zayn shouted as he raced through the hallway, pushing past a bunch of kids and shoving a few others to get to his best friend who was currently throwing up in the bathroom from a nasty hangover.

"excuse me! i need to get to my friend! MOVE!" zayn nearly tripped over a kid he knocked down, but at least he finally got to the bathrooms.

"louis? you in 'ere, mate?" zayn asked, closing the bathroom door behind him and shoving the trash can in front of it so nobody else could get in.

"i'm dying, zayn, you've gotta call me mum." louis gasped from one of the stalls.

"so your whole family can find out you've been drinking? no thanks, you'll live, i promise." zayn said, sliding on the floor and beside the stall where louis was in.

"zayn! i'm serious! call me mum...i wanna live to see my sixteenth birthday!" louis yelled, before the sound of throwing up took over the four walls of the bathroom once again, zayn finally gave in and pulled his phone out of his pocket to ring louis' mum, covering his ears because the sound was gross.

harry was really starting to freak out as he paced around the school hallways, asking everybody if they'd seen zayn at all because he really needed to find him.

harry went back to his desk after what zayn had said, and once class had ended, harry could see out of the corner of his eye that zayn had damn near sprinted out of the classroom, yelling something about needing to get to louis.

and that freaked harry the fuck out.

"louis, she said she'd be here in ten to fifteen cus' the twins need a nap and your dad isn't home yet to watch them." zayn said, finally pushing himself off of the floor once he heard the lock on the bathroom stall beginning to slide open.

"shit...'ve lost like half my body weight in that toilet, bro..." louis groaned, rubbing his stomach and going over to the sinks to wash his hands.

"want me to wait outside with ya' til your mum gets here?" zayn asked, leaning on the sink beside his friend until he was done.

"yeah...please, 'm afraid i'll pass out otherwi—"

"louis! whatever zayn said is...it's true—yeah, but i need to explain it all cause-"

zayn stared with a blank look as harry’s dumbass burst into the bathroom, knocking the trash can over and making a proper mess.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you earlier but—"

zayn motioned for harry to stop, making a crossing motion over his neck to get harry to shut up since he kept on trying to speak.

"what—you didn't...you didn't tell hi-"

"no...i didn't...harry—why would i tell him—"

shit

"oh...you didn't...tell him?" harry asked once again, staring back and forth at louis and zayn.

"tell me what?" louis asked, rubbing his aching temple and looking up at harry.

"uh...nothing...i-i should probably go." zayn scrambled to push past the rubbish bin and get outside.

zayn jumping up from his chair to leave the classroom and sprinting through the halls wasn’t to tell louis about harry, it was just because he had gotten a message from louis saying that he was throwing up and needed zayn here with him.

"what's zayn on about?"

harry wasn't even sure what to say. he didn't feel the most comfortable telling louis—at least not yet. 

but it was his fault though...he shouldn't have burst into the bathroom and just started blabbering.

"i-i'm...i don't know, probably something stu-"

"harry..." louis said in a warning tone.

maybe whatever thing harry was talking about when he came in the bathroom was the reason why he had been acting so weird?

"i don't know, louis!"

"then what were you talking about when you came in here?!"

"i don't know!"

"harry!"

"i'm pregnant!" harry finally yelled, giving in since it seemed like louis wasn't playing around anymore.

louis’ face dropped, staring ahead at harry and examining his face to make sure he wasn't lying. cause if he was then this little joke of his wasn't funny in the slightest.

"you're....you're kidding...right?" louis asked, hands beginning to fidget around with his dress pants and stare at harry like he had five heads.

"shit...no... 'm not but...but it's ok because—because after school 'm going to the doctor and i'll talk to them about...the options or whatever...and you already said you love me so-"

"harry...you're pregnant." good job on louis for stating the fucking obvious.

"y-yes, i know."

"you're fifteen!"

"so are you!"

"i'll be sixteen soon!"

"even better!"

louis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "harry...i don't know how to be a dad, and neither do you, you barely know how to tie your shoes."

asshole harry thought.

"well, 'm not keeping it, so it's fine and you have nothing to worry about—"

"how can i not worry, harry? you-you're...how far along are you?"

"do the math, wanker." harry scowled, turning his back towards louis and crossing his arms over his chest.

"that's...that's really far along now, harry, jesus christ, do you have a tummy yet?"

harry rolled his eyes. maybe he had been gaining a bit of weight but it was more in the thigh and hips department rather than his stomach starting to poke out unless he'd just eaten a big meal but that was usual.

"no, louis...just quit panicking, ok? 'm going to the doctors today and i'll talk to them about what i wanna do there."

louis could only shake his head.

how was he supposed to not panic? the room was already starting to spin and the thought of him becoming a dad at sixteen began to terrify him.

he felt sick once again, he could feel the bile rising up his throat and it wasn't because of the damn hangover.

thank god for zayn and his unmatched timing. 

"louis? your mum's here, she said she's waiting out front." the black haired boy said, peaking his head into the bathroom and motioning for louis to come on.

the boy wasted no time in going back into the stall he'd previously been in, grabbing his book bag that'd been carelessly tossed onto the floor and throwing it over his back to leave.

"louis, wait—"

harry reached over to grab the boys shoulder, only making him jerk backwards and rub where harry had just placed his hand.

"i-i just need space right now, harry...i need to process this."

louis needed to process this? really? it was harry who was carrying the baby so what did it matter to louis what he did with it?

zayn helped his friend out of the bathroom with an arm around his shoulder and the other holding his hand to keep him upright.

that was definitely not how i wanted to tell him

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third pov

louis' birthday week rolled around pretty quickly—christmas did as well but that's not as important as louis' special day.

it'd also been about two weeks, and him and harry still weren't talking.

harry tried his best to stay calm about the fact that they weren't speaking and probably not even considered friends, harry didn't like that but he tried really hard to focus on other things—like questioning if he was gonna keep the baby.

dr. lee hadn't given any of her own opinions. instead she told harry that his body meant that he had to be the one to make this decision, even with how hard it would be. if harry felt ready and prepared to be a dad, then he should make the choice to go through with his pregnancy.

afterwards, harry laid down and pulled his hoodie up to show his stomach, there wasn't any sort of a bump, just pudge that never seemed to go away since he was a kid.

she pumped some of the cold gel below harry's belly button just like at his first appointment, rubbing the wand over the gel and moving it around to get a good view on the baby.

at eight weeks along, the baby actually looked somewhat like a baby.

anne was still a bit worried for her son and how he would deal with pregnancy. she knew the journey of it wasn't easy from carrying either of her kids and she just hoped that he could handle it.

it freaked harry out a bit being able to see what looked like his baby's arms and legs beginning to form. from what the doctor said they were the size of a raspberry and growing healthy. they were even moving around a bit by the looks on the screen and looked a bit creepy up close—but he couldn't believe that he was able to call them his baby.

once harry had gotten the printed pictures—which he asked for copies of four since both his parents wanted one and so did gemma—he was pretty happy and even asked his mum if they could stop by a craft store or something to buy picture frames so he would be able to hang up each picture week by week and decorate them around his room.

while they were at the store, anne decided to buy a baby book to document the ultrasounds to show her grandchild in the future.

yes this whole thing was gonna be hard, but harry was prepared...hopefully.

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december 24th

"happy birthday boo!"

louis was woken up to the agonizing noise that was his little sisters, jumping all over his bed and shaking him until he was sat upright and wide awake.

as annoyed as he was being woken up so early on christmas break when he was free of school and any sort of work that came with it, he put his best smile on and welcomed the girls' hugs and kisses.

"thank you girlies!" he shouted, letting the twins crawl on his lap and cuddle into his chest. so excited and thrilled being able to celebrate their big brothers birthday and christmas!

"bir-ay pah-cake!" the twins shouted, making grabby hands at louis and wanting to be carried downstairs to open gifts for louis and eat breakfast together.

louis sighed but swung his legs over the edge of his bed, maneuvering around the twins to get a pair of fuzzy socks on, holding the girls on each hip once he was done and going downstairs with the older girls leading the way.

mark and jay had set up the table beautifully, labeling one of the chairs as the birthday boys' seat since it was wrapped in some sort of colorful string and confetti with a little crown on it.

"happy birthday boo!" jay attacked her boy's face in kisses while mark hugged him tight, pulling daisy off of his side and sitting her down in the chair beside louis'.

"thanks mama, thanks dad." louis smiled, running his hands through his messy hair and rubbing his eyes to wake himself up since the girls had been very urgent about getting him out of bed.

breakfast went great, the twins were adorable when they'd just recently woken up, and even if at times they'd try to take bites out of louis' special pancakes and steal his chocolate milkshake, he didn't mind it since they were so darn adorable.

even with all the amazing gifts he'd gotten and how grateful he was for his birthday wishlist being fulfilled, he couldn't help but let the thought of harry being pregnant with his child linger in his mind the entire morning.

he sort of expected harry to reach out to say happy birthday. but who was he kidding?

footy lads (group message)

bradfordbadboiii: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS!!

ljpayno93: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

ljpayno93: how's your day going mate!

tommolovescurly8: thank u guys!

tommolovescurly8: it's great!! had brek with my family and opened gifts

tommolovescurly8: got shoes a new game and headphones from mum and dad so m happy

bradfordbadboiii: that's amazing louis when can we come over to celebrate with u?

tommolovescurly8: whenever u guys wud like

ljpayno93: great z and i will come by in a hr or so!! be ready for gifts and cuddles

louis laughed, sending a smiley face and a few heart symbols before closing his phone and setting it on his bed side table.

as the day went by, memories began to flood his mind.

he was able to remember all the things he said that night when he called harry. like how he loves him so much.

it made sense now why harry was acting so weird all of a sudden. he knew about him being pregnant and he just didn't know how to tell louis, so instead he tried to push him away.

he felt guilty for some reason.

for telling harry all these things that he really did mean, then just abandoning him at a time when he needed him most.

who knows, maybe becoming a dad at sixteen wouldn't be so bad. him and harry would being doing it together anyway, and two's a dream team right?

but he just couldn't bare the thought of telling his parents about all of this. they'd probably debate disowning him for a bit since he tried to keep the drinking he did that night a secret and his mum didn't even allow alcohol in the house.

he wasn't even sure if harry had told anyone else besides him and zayn. even though zayn did know about harry being pregnant, he kept it to himself and chose not to tell anybody since it wasn't his business. he was more shocked than anything else that louis was gonna have a kid out in the world if harry chose to go through with it.

louis just had to think about it a little while longer.

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little note from louis: do not sit next to liam ever.

louis had thought about the baby a lot.

he researched a ton and bookmarked a few tabs on information about babies and what they looked like in a belly.

maybe by the time he felt ready enough to talk to harry about this all, his knowledge on kids would be huge.

english was one of those classes that was so chill that you could really get away with anything.

it was also just how ms. elaine rolled, she didn't like putting too much stress on her students and whenever they completed their work, she'd give them free time towards the end of the hour where they could do whatever they pleased.

louis used to look more forward to this class mainly because harry was in it with him, as well as liam but...he loves harry so...

now since they weren't talking, harry sat alone in the front of the classroom, focusing on his work.

so here louis was, looking at photos of baby's in ultrasounds and admiring how small they were until the mother was farther along.

liam got bored pretty easily and was a chatter box so, he sat up in his seat, leaning over to check out what louis was looking so intently at.

"hey, why're ya' lookin' at babies?" liam asked.

louis quickly closed all of his tabs and shut his laptop, leaning on top of it and shrugging, "i'm not."

liam snorted, "yeah you are! open it again and go to history-"

he nudged liam roughly, almost knocking him off of his chair before glancing over at harry who was still completely oblivious as to what was going on just a few rows behind him.

liam caught the staring, smacking louis' shoulder back with a shocked look on his face.

"is harry having a baby?" he asked, loud enough for nearly everybody to hear.

thankfully, most of the people in the classroom were talking amongst themselves pretty loudly so they didn't really mind what was going on between both boys.

of course harry heard, liam was practically yelling so how could he not?

the younger boy turned around, eyeing both of them before turning back and grabbing his headphones out of his book bag to tune everything out.

louis shoved liam off of his chair and physically kicked his butt once he was on the floor.

"is he-"

"shut up!"

liam finally got the message, dusting himself off after a while of being on the ground and taking his seat with a shit-eating grin on his face.

he was gonna be an uncle!

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harry minded his own business the remainder of the class, keeping his headphones on and his musics volume as high as it could go, even once he'd left the classroom and got to his locker. 

getting scared shitless when louis came up behind him and tapped at his shoulder.

"jeez...what?" harry asked turned around, pausing his music and taking his headphones off to let them hang around his neck.

"i-i didn't tell liam...he saw it on my laptop so don't freak out."

harry huffed, rolling his eyes and just nodding.

"yeah...whatever."

"i'm serious, i didn't! so...so please don't be mad at me."

"how can i not be, louis? he was yelling and announcing it to the whole class!"

"nobody heard! and if they did then...then i'm sure they won't say nothing."

yeah sure, cause high schoolers were so good at keeping secrets as big as someone being pregnant to themselves.

"well...now both your friends know so that's great."

"you've told your friends..." 

"plural? you mean niall? who's completely oblivious and who i haven't talked to about this at all?"

louis felt bad. but it wasn't like it was his fault that zayn knew! that was all harry. liam on the other hand—yeah he'll take the blame for liam finding out but otherwise he's completely innocent!

"can...can we talk...i'm sorry, i know i fucked up cause...cause i shoulda' been more secretive around liam...but...but that's done with so—can we at least talk about this all, cause i'm ready."

harry leaned back on his locker, "great that you're ready but i dunno if i am..."

louis nodded, pulling at his backpack straps and staring down at his feet.

"don't gotta talk...could just hang out and...be silent......you're still...right? preg—"

harry punched louis' shoulder, stopping him from even saying the word out loud with so many people around them both.

"jeez sorry...is that...that your stomach or your sweater poking out?" louis asked, gesturing towards the bulge at harry's abdomen.

"it's my sweater, you twat." harry swatted the boys hand away from him, making him wince before harry turned back around to grab the rest of his belongings from his locker.

louis rubbed the back of his hand, making a pouty face before harry shut the metal door with a loud slam, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and starting to walk away, only making louis speed walk to catch up to him.

"so after school? we can...just hang out?"

"yeah, sure. fine." harry shooed him off, pulling his headphones back on to get to his next class.

louis fist pumped the air, looking like an idiot but feeling accomplished.

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louis hoped it would be harry who answered the door when he knocked since he's never been over to his house before, and he wasn't exactly prepared to meet harry's parents.

harry hadn't told his parents about his dating life and neither did louis.

but of course, it's louis, and louis isn't the luckiest person in the world.

"hi! may i help you?" a short haired brunette woman asked as the front door opened, she looked a whole lot like harry so louis assumed she was his mum.

"hi, i'm louis."

"great to meet you, i'm anne. are you a friend of gemma's? she's not home i don't think, but come back tomorrow-"

"oh no, er...'m here for harry?" louis said, it sounded more like a question than anything but anne smiled and stepped back, gesturing for him to come on in.

louis smiled and dusted his shoes off on the welcome mat, ridding them of snow and dirt before stepping inside, toeing them off and placing them neatly on the shoe rack.

thankfully, harry's dad didn't seem to be anywhere in sight so louis took that as a blessing.

"he should be up in his room doing school work, he might have his headphones in so you might have to knock a few times, dear." anne said, also telling louis that he could go on up.

louis thanked her before quietly trudging up the stairs to harry's room which had a big letter h hanging on the door.

sure enough, louis had to knock a few times and once the door was opened, harry had his headphones around his neck once again.

"hi..." louis smiled, holding onto his book bag before harry just hummed, letting louis step into his room and close the door behind him.

the younger boy sat back down at his desk, continuing to scribble something down in the pages of homework he had scattered all around him.

louis stripped his bag and coat off, hanging both items on the hooks harry had behind his closet door.

once he finished with that, he sat down beside harry on the small arm chair he had near his window, practically burning holes into harry's face with his intense staring, before the boy finally noticed and asked louis what was up.

"nothing...just 'angin' out." louis shrugged, rubbing his forearm nervously since he didn't actually expect harry and him not to talk.

he should have taken harry's words more seriously.

"god, i can practically hear your thoughts...say what you need to say so bad, louis." harry groaned, trying his hardest to focus on his homework, but louis wasn't seeming to let up.

"no, 's nothing...just thinkin'...bout the baby..."

harry nodded along as if he was intently listening, even though they both knew that wasn't true.

another long period of silence followed after louis' last sentence, making things a bit awkward, before he spoke up again.

"i wanna help you...with the baby and stuff." he mumbled, cracking his knuckles, nervous for what harry's reply would be.

the younger boy dropped his pencil, turning his head to look at louis and make sure he was being genuine.

"you mean that?" he asked, pushing himself forward a bit in his spinny chair, making louis nod.

"yes...before it was—it was difficult to...to imagine meself doin' that...but now i know 'm ready...i think both of us doing this together is better than one...you're keeping it then...or-or them...sorry not it, i mean them...right?"

harry nodded in confirmation, looking down at his abdomen.

"great...i-i mean either way i would support you no matter what-what you chose...but this is good...d-do your parents know?"

"yeah...they were upset at first but they're fine with it now...my mum hung up it's ultrasound in the main hallway downstairs."

louis half smiled, "can i see the ultrasound?"

harry grinned a bit, pushing himself off of his chair and going over to his bookshelf, pulling the small printed picture out from underneath a textbook and straightening it up a bit before handing it over to louis.

louis examined the photo carefully, tracing his finger over the outline of the small spec that was their baby.

he joined harry who was sat on the edge of his bed, sitting close and smiling up at the boy.

"can i have a copy of this?"

"yeah, sure." harry nodded, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

but he had to admit, he was pretty happy with what was going on right now.

"y-you could come to one of my appointments if you want...?" harry offered, just so louis could see the baby for himself and admire how amazing it was.

the older boy nodded happily.

"so...we're gonna have a little baby?" he asked, still holding the ultrasound tight in his grasp.

"mhm...i sure hope it's little, otherwise this'll be a hard seven months." harry laughed, setting his hands behind him and leaning back.

louis couldn't get the smile off of his face, "we're gonna be parents...and 'ave a baby together."

harry nodded along as louis continued to state the obvious. but what kind of asshole would harry be to kill his happiness?

"my parents still don't know you're the dad...so we're gonna have to tell them." harry said, and louis replied with a quiet agreement, that reminded him that he still had to tell his parents about harry and their baby.

they couldn't be mad though right? jay had louis when she was his age...sort of. so maybe this type of stuff just runs in the family.

"do you have a belly yet?" louis asked, looking down at harry's stomach that didn't look any different from a few months ago.

"don't think so...just regular fat that's always been there." he replied, lifting his sweater up to expose his stomach.

louis just snorted, "you're not fat...when'll you get a belly?"

harry shrugged, "soon i reckon...probably just taking their time growing i guess."

louis stared so hard, harry was positive that his eyes were starting to hurt from not blinking and chose to wave a hand in front of his face.

louis dropped the ultrasound next to him on the bed, "is this uhm...is it weird if...if i...can i like...like feel...feel them? he finally asked, looking up to meet harry's eyes and see if he thought louis' question was odd.

but the younger boy just shook his head, "'s not weird...but they don't kick, not yet at least."

louis nodded, lifting his hand and carefully setting is on the warm and soft skin that was harry's tummy.

"does this mean that...we're boyfriends?"

harry hummed, tilting his head since that didn't seem like the best idea right now. time and place, louis, jeez.

"i'll tell you what...if these first few weeks go good with us, then i'll…consider being your boyfriend, 'kay?"

louis was happy with that answer, making a mental promise to make these next few weeks the best weeks of harry's life.

louis kept smiling at the thought of their baby kicking for the first time and being able to celebrate how great that milestone would be.

"when they...they kick—like when they start...can i be the first to feel?"

louis' special request made harry want to cry and kick his feet like a young school girl—instead he just nodded, staring down at louis' hand which was still placed on his stomach, his thumb rubbing small circles into the skin as he smiled softly, loving being able to feel their baby even if they were too little to realize just how excited louis was for them.

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sure enough, louis' parents were a little bit upset when they found out about harry and the baby.

but they had to admit, they were quite proud of their boy for having been mature enough to step up and actually want to be a dad to this baby.

louis explained his whole plan and how he was gonna find a job to support both harry and the baby, he would still be going to school until the baby got here and he would work hard on keep his grades up.

all jay and mark asked was that they meet harry since this was all so sudden to them.

anne and robbin asked for the same once harry revealed to them who the dad was—though they did already have their suspicions early on.

harry went into a whole rant on his plan as well, that he was gonna go to school as long as he could until it was time for the baby to come out or at least until he starts showing, and by the time that happens it would probably already be early summer so he wouldn't have to worry about school until the following year when he had to go back.

anne had no problem in babysitting any time her son needed to, but she worried every now and then how this would impact harry's life as a whole.

they arranged for one another to meet the others parents since that was pretty much long overdue.

and when the time came for said meet to happen, it ended up going very well, at least better than what harry expected.

jay and mark seemed to really like harry. jay was very fond of him and continued to compliment him nearly the whole time they talked. while mark asked how harry was doing and told him that if he needed anything then he shouldn't be nervous to ask.

all of louis' little sisters were also very fond of harry and were attached to his hip the very second he walked through the door.

louis hadn't told the girls yet about harry being pregnant and preferred to keep it that way until maybe the four month mark? he wasn't completely sure when he wanted to tell them since they probably wouldn't understand just yet, but he'd tell them at some point.

as for anne and robin, they loved louis.

robin said louis was very funny and would make parenthood a blast, and anne just called him a sweetheart—which he was, but only sometimes.

once everything died down and everyone who needed to know about the pregnancy knew, harry and louis were able to sit with one another for bit, just the two of them.

out on the front porch of louis' house, hiding behind a big statue and keeping each other warm with their radiating body heat.

"excited?" harry asked, nudging louis' shoulder lightly since he seemed a bit distracted pulling at grass.

"of course...nervous, but very excited." he smiled.

harry hummed in agreement. but still managed to make it his job to remind louis of their ages, and if louis really didn't want to do this or be involved, then he didn't have to.

louis only rolled his eyes, making it his job to remind harry that he did in fact wanna be here with him and raise this baby, regardless of their age.

"you'll be sixteen soon anyway, harry." he said, making harry crack a smile since that didn't make anything better.

"and...i meant it when i said i missed you...and i love you...'m not just gonna leave."

harry nodded, thanking louis quietly for his reassuring words, resting a hand on his knee.

"wanna take a nap with me?" louis asked, turning to look at harry who could only stare at the older boy like he had ten eyes.

"i guess so." harry shrugged.

louis pushed himself off of the floor, dusting himself off and reaching his hand out to harry to pull him up.

they walked back up to louis' room and shed off their shoes and zip up coats with it still being a bit cold out, tossing them somewhere on the floor before crawling under the warm covers.

once harry was situated and comfortable, louis reached behind him and switched his lamp off, rolling over and facing harry to throw an arm over him and closing his eyes.

harry smiled beneath the covers to himself, snuggled into louis’ chest.

if you asked him privately in a room where nobody else could hear, he would say him and louis were already boyfriends again. but he'd never tell louis that to his face.

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getting a job wasn't as easy as it looks in those coming of age movies.

at least it wasn't for louis.

he applied to about three different places just to expand his options.

the only place that said yes to interviewing him was a nearby diner.

when louis did meet with them, he said that he was not gonna go anywhere near the kitchen since he wasn't too good at any of that shit, but that he wouldn't mind cleaning up and serving food.

it was hard to convince them to actually hire him since louis was a fucking idiot and had that sort of look on his face that the owners there could only read as mischievous, but in the end they thought that louis would be a good and hard worker so they said yes and gave him a schedule for when he needed to be here with school and everything.

louis was ecstatic and ran home to get on the phone with harry and tell him all about it.

"i'm gonna be a bus boy, haz!" louis cheered, making harry laugh into the phone at how excited the older boy sounded.

"that's amazing, louis! when do you start?"

"according to my schedule, on friday at three o'clock, so i've got plenty of time to prepare and practice how i'm gonna clean the tables!" louis smiled, holding his phone on his shoulder and with the side of his face as he taped his schedule to his bedroom door so he would always be able to see it.

"you've seem to forgotten what we've got that day at two-fifty, louis."

louis' eyebrows furrowed, "what's friday at two-fifty?"

harry sighed, rubbing his still semi-flat stomach, a bit disappointed that louis had forgotten.

"the baby appointment?" harry reminded him, making a loud oh noise come from the other side of the phone.

"that's right! i-i will...i can always be late for my first day, haz. i don't mind it if i'm gonna see thumper for the first time live, and i'm sure my boss won't mind. ok?"

harry hummed in agreement.

"and once i get my first check, then we should like open an account or something to put that money in for the baby so we can get them stuff, cause they cost a lot."

"they sure do, i think that's a great idea, louis."

"oh! but i think me mum may still have some of the twins old baby stuff so we could always use those too!"

harry loved that and told louis to get looking for the girls' old items from when they were younger and they'd look through it all afterwards.

"you might even pop out some twin's, haz, since it runs in the family and all that."

the thought of there being two little baby's growing in harry's stomach was not at all heartwarming for the pregnant boy and he groaned before telling louis to shut up with all that.

"i'll talk to you later, louis."

"'kay, babe. love youuu."

"right, bye." harry pulled his phone away from his ear, pressing the red hang up button and leaving louis on the other line frowning.

even if harry chose to not say it back, louis knew he felt the same way.

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harry didn't last two weeks without finally giving in and agreeing to let louis be his boyfriend again.

louis suggested that they even get married—but of course it was harry to drag him back down to reality to remind him that they were still just kids and that pregnancy was hard enough without planning a wedding being added to the mix.

harry was eleven weeks now, and honestly things were starting to change a bit.

his clothes still fit him somewhat but they were getting tighter in the butt and front department. he could probably get away with wearing his usual clothes and school uniform for a few more weeks if he just sucked in a bit.

his boats of sickness throughout the morning continued and seem a bit worse as of recently.

louis tried to be as understanding as possible anytime that he'd sleep over and be woken up to the sound of harry gagging and gasping for air in his bathroom. but still, ever since that incident with that blow job, he still hasn't been able to get over it.

harry appreciated how even as much as louis hated anybody throwing up and pretty much had a phobia of it, he'd come into the bathroom behind harry and rub his back as comfortingly as possible, with the hem of his shirt pulled over his nose and trying his best to cover his ears by leaning his head to the side and pressing them to his shoulder.

once harry would feel semi better, louis would help him up, using his foot to close the toilet lid and flush.

he'd guide harry to the sink and help rinse his mouth and wash his face.

"better?" he'd ask, turning the bathroom light off behind him as he'd help harry back to bed.

"somewhat...don't like throwing up." harry would mumbled, rolling over on his side as louis would pull the covers over his body and kiss his forehead.

"i know, i know..." most nights louis would have to rub harry's back to sooth him asleep again, then normally he would go back to his little makeshift bed on the floor since anne didn't like the idea of both boys sleeping in bed together.

harry didn't mind though and louis knew he'd probably appreciate louis getting into bed with him and chose to stay put, pulling the blankets over himself and wrapping an arm around harry, pulling his back to his chest and falling asleep, his hand placed over harry's tummy.

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harry recently found a website that walks you through your pregnancy by the week and even shows 3D images of what your baby looks like.

it cost about three pounds but of course harry bought it!

"look how little they are right now, lou!" harry beamed, waving his computer in louis face to show the picture of the baby.

"awe, yeah, they are quite small. except for their head—look at the size of that thing!"

harry snapped his head to look over at louis, slapping his cheek and pouting at louis' rude remark.

"don't call my baby's head big, they're still growing, they can't help it!" harry whined, an upset look on his face as he looked down at what their baby would look like at the moment.

"wha—haz, that's not even our actual bab-"

"i don't care! apologize! that was mean!"

louis frowned, feeling bad about calling their baby's head big—but it wasn't their baby he was talking to! it was a 3D rendition of what the baby would look like!

"'m sorry...didn't actually mean it." louis muttered, placing a hand on harry's stomach and rubbing lightly to calm the boy down.

"their head's big 'cause it's growing their strong and very smart brain...it's not just big!"

"i know, i know, 'm sorry...ok?...our baby thumper's brain is big and they are gonna be very smart, yes?"

harry nodded. he already knew that, just needed confirmation from louis that he thought the same.

"who do you think they'll look like?" harry suddenly asked with a smile. just making louis scoff and laugh.

harry's mood swings were another thing that had changed a lot at about ten weeks, he's always had a sort of temper that would come and go, but now? it was almost impossible to keep up with him.

"dunno, i think you, babe, cause you're their mummy, most babies come out looking like their mum's."

"i'm not the mummy," harry said, eyebrows furrowed.

"sure you are!"

"i'm the papa." harry said sternly, placing a hand on top of louis where it was still rested on his belly.

"then what does that make me?"

"the daddy!"

"nah, i'm gonna make sure they call you mummy, 'cause papa just simply won't do...besides, mummy sounds much cuter than papa."

harry's face lit up, "really?"

louis hummed as an agreement, "you're their beautiful mummy." he said, pushing a loose curl behind harry's ear and kissing his cheek.

harry liked that. the idea of louis being called daddy and him mummy. he could get used to the thought of the two of them being parents.

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louis and harry made the consecutive decision to not tell anybody else about the baby.

once harry began to actually show and he wasn't able to cover it up with sweaters or hoodies, he'd pull himself out of school and do his work from home.

nobody else needed to know anyway, besides the people that already did.

even though some of louis' footy friends asked him how come he'd gotten a job and had to give up his role as captain temporarily with how busy he was, he didn't tell them the truth and said it was just because he had a lot on his plate at the moment for personal reasons.

liam and zayn swore that they wouldn't tell anybody and even though it was freaky that louis was their age and having a kid, they were excited to meet the little guy or gal and teach them all about the basics of football.

so there was only person left to tell...and that was niall.

he was harry's best friend and would probably freak if harry went the next six months without telling him about his secret life.

so during lunch, while harry sat on the grass, far away, but still close enough to be able to see louis rough housing with his friends while playing football, he texted niall and asked if he could join him because he had something important to tell him.

"hare-bear!" niall yelled from somewhere behind  harry as he approached the boy at his spot in the grass.

"it's breezy out here, man, why don't you go inside?"

"just like to watch the guys playing...they look stupid." harry replied, patting the empty spot beside him so niall could sit, reaching into his bag and pulling out his own lunch which was just a sandwich and a bag of chips.

now that harry was farther in his pregnancy, his mum only packed healthy foods as his lunch, which kind of sucked since he hates greens but would be forced to eat it all to ensure that his baby would grow big and strong.

"you got a fruit salad today?" niall asked, pointing at the small container of different mixes of fruit in it that harry had situated on his lap.

"yeah, fruits are healthy for you, ni. try some," the curly haired boy offered a fork with a grape on the end of it to him, which he gladly took with a nod.

"so...what important thing did you need to speak to me about that just couldn't wait until free time?"

harry sighed, setting his fruit bowl beside him and scooting around so he could face his friend and this whole process could go a little easier.

"so you...know how i promised you if my first born was a boy, then i'd name him niall?" harry asked, making niall stare at the boy suspiciously then nod.

harry made a frog face and looked down at his stomach to send niall the message.

the blonde boy froze—stopping his chews to make sure he heard right.

"no way..."

"yep...so...you can't tackle me in the hallways anymore." harry smiled, sort of.

being nervous of what niall's reaction would be.

but the blondie just burst out laughing!

"you lost your virginity!...i mean i always knew that but wow!" he shouted, shaking harry's shoulders to get him as hyper as he was.

"keep your voice down, weirdo. louis and i aren't telling anybody. only you, his two friends, and our families know, so you can't say a word to anybody, all right?"

niall nods and makes a motion across his mouth with his lips sealed shut, "i promise i won't, but wow! con—congrats, hare-bare, that's amazing." niall stopped mid sentence to make sure he was whispering before carefully hugging harry to make sure he didn't hurt him.

niall asked the obvious questions, like how louis handled the news and if they're ready for a baby, which harry answered pretty positively to both.

and afterwards when the school bell rang, loud enough for everyone outside to hear, niall helped harry up and carried his bag for him.

louis said goodbye to his friends and grabbed his ball and book bag which had been tossed somewhere on the field, jogging over to harry and saying a hello to both boys, kissing harry on the cheek and offering his empty hand out for harry to hold, which he gladly did, asking how thumper was doing.

niall wanted to throw up at the sight of two people—three actually—being so happy together.

"get a room, guys." he fake gagged and walked in front of the love birds to his next class which sadly was with both of them.

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wherever harry went, louis followed.

now that harry was comfortable enough to call louis his nickname, lou and boo, he considered them attached to the hip and invited louis over twenty-four-seven in the middle of the night, where they'd sit up talking and whispering to one another beneath harry's blankets with a small and dim flashlight. 

louis always knew how to make harry laugh, which would result in the curly haired boy letting out a loud cackle and quickly covering his mouth when he'd hear the noise of a light switch being flickered on and footsteps approaching his room from the hallway.

he and louis would come above the covers and close their eyes to fake as if they were sleeping.

but anne knew her son, and she also wasn't blind and would be able to see the flashlight that they had forgotten to turn off, "boys, lights out!" she’d shout, walking over and taking the light out of harry's hand and turning it off, leaving it on his bedside before turning on her heels and going back to bed.

louis would giggle, embarrassed that he'd gotten caught when they were supposed to be secretive about him coming over at night.

but harry liked imagining that this was their room and that they were a couple who just wanted to cuddle with one another. like grown adults in love and what not.

they celebrated harry's sixteenth birthday a few days later, cutting a small cake and singing before going to the living room and letting the boy open his gifts.

if you asked harry if he cried when he opened louis gift to him and saw a small locket necklace with a picture of the two of them kissing on one side and a cutout of the ultrasound of their baby on the other, then he'd lie and say no.

but in reality, everybody knew he did.

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"good god, harry, will you knock it off with the kicking!" louis yelled, rolling over to face his sleeping boyfriend who couldn't seem to control his legs at the moment.

"says the boy who's taking up half of the bed, ya big brat." harry scoffed, yanking the blanket alway from louis and taking it all from himself.

"not my fault i've got long legs," louis replied, irritated that he no longer had anything to keep him warm.

"oh please, if you've got long legs then i've got a small dick—"

"alright! alright. i'm up, i'm up...and i think i'm just gonna get some water or something." louis said, sitting up and pushing himself off of the bed, sliding his slippers on and switching the lamp on his side of the bed on.

"want me to go with you?" harry asked, pushing the blanket off of himself and nearly going to get up.

"it's fine, sun. i won't be long." louis replied, opening harry's door as quietly as possible, glancing in the hallway to make sure nobody was there before leaving and going down the stairs.

he grabbed a water bottle from the back of the fridge, taking a long sip before going on back upstairs.

every once in a while, harry would call louis and beg him to stay at his house for a the night since he didn't like being alone and missed the feeling of louis holding him to sleep.

louis staying the night had been happening a lot lately, and even if louis never minded and actually liked staying with harry, he thought that they had been spending too much time together.

louis groaned as he climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over himself, throwing a leg over harry and wrapping an arm around him to yank him closer.

"lou?"

louis hummed as a reply, nuzzling his face into harry's neck.

"can you get me somethin' to eat?"

"course, babe. what can i get ya?" louis asked, a bit frustrated since he wished harry had asked him earlier before he laid back down, but anything for his boyfriend.

"do we have like...chocolate and milk?"

"like chocolate milk?" louis asked, not really sure since this wasn't his house and he didn't know what the hell harry had here.

"no like separate, like a glass of milk and a chocolate bar."

"errr...i think you guys have milk, don't know about chocolate."

"go check?"

louis nodded, "of course, be right back." he said, standing back up and going to get his slippers on.

"wait," harry rolled over, facing louis.

"yeah sun?"

"and spaghetti? with parmesan cheese on it maybe?"

louis wasn't even sure what to do. it was obvious that they didn't have spaghetti since anne made stuffed peppers for dinner and louis had no idea how to cook.

"o-okay...i can look, okay?"

louis ran off downstairs, trying to be quiet but failing since he had to look through the kitchen to see if he could find any sort of chocolate.

"louis?"

"christ!" louis shouted, jumping and turning to look at the wide kitchen doorway where harry's dad was standing, in his pajamas and looking tired.

louis felt awful, knowing that all his loud noises had woken robin up at such a late hour.

"s-sorry, i didn't—"

"what are you doing down here, son?" robin asked, reaching over and switching the light on, glancing at all the open drawers and cabinets louis had opened through the kitchen.

"uh, harry asked me for milk and chocolate, a-and spaghetti with parmesan cheese. but all i know is that we have milk, i don't know about anything else." louis rambled, beginning to panic since he felt a bit rushed with harry upstairs asking for so many things that they just didn't have.

"oh god, i'm taking that the pregnancy cravings have really started to kick in." robin said, laughing a bit as he grabbed a glass and the jug of milk from the fridge for his son.

"are those normal?" continuing to look for all of the ingredients he'd need to begin making spaghetti.

"course they are, harry's mum had them when she was pregnant with him, she told me about all of the things harry forced her to eat like dirt, and tomatoes dipped in cheese...it sounded disgusting but she said she liked it so..." robin shrugged.

"i just...i don't know what to do because i don't know how to cook and i don't think you guys have the stuff to make spag—"

"louis, don't worry about it bud. let's just go on to bed and we can get harry all of these things tomorrow...yes?" robin took hold on louis' shoulders to get him straight and make him listen.

the boy nodded, calming himself down as robin poured a glass of milk for harry and handed it over to louis who thanked him before saying goodnight and going back upstairs to give harry what he asked for.

"hey babe, i've got your milk but i couldn't find chocolate and i don't think you guys have the stuff to make spaghetti."

harry pouted, his bottom lip quivering, refusing to take his glass of milk without his chocolate and spaghetti.

he began to throw a fit, crying and covering his face while louis tried his best to comfort him and apologize for not being able to get harry what he and the baby wanted so badly.

"i-i'm...how about tomorrow, i'll go out and get you every single snack that you want, okay?"

harry just continued to cry, loud enough for robin to hear and come out of his room once again, asking what all the commotion was about.

the night ended in robin driving louis to the only shop they knew for sure was open twenty-four hours, both men getting out of the car and going inside to hopefully find some sort of microwaveable spaghetti along with a big bag of individually wrapped chocolate since that's what harry asked for—louis was nearly done before his phone dinged like three times

babycakes - can you get me some donuts too pleaseeee

babycakes - and check if they have some sort of pie

babycakes - cherry please for the pie

babycakes - and if they have those chopped up carrots and those jars of nacho cheese can you bring that back

louis gagged at the last message, but replied back with a simple of course baby before running off to each aisle looking for everything harry wanted—making sure not to forget anything before him and robin went to pay.

harry laid in bed that night not giving a care in the world if he seemed gross or fat, he sighed contently looking as his large tray of food, dipping his strawberry frosted donut in nacho cheese and sprinkling little pieces of carrots on top before taking a large bite, moving on to his bowl of spaghetti and parmesan cheese with bits of cherry pie mixed in, then taking a swig of his glass of milk and a bite out of his little chocolate bars.

louis was just glad harry wasn't crying anymore and happy with everything he had gotten. he felt accomplished and like the best boyfriend and daddy in the whole world as he pulled the blankets over himself and wrapped an arm around harry's waist at an awkward angle with the way he was sitting up, closing his eyes before falling asleep.

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louis woke up the next morning to find harry had left, his shoes that were once near the door gone and his pajamas tossed on the floor.

anne was gone too and robin had told the sleepy boy once he came downstairs that the two of them had gone out to the bakery to work a few shifts.

louis and robin talked for a bit—y'know, usual guy talk—before louis went back upstairs and changed into a pair of jeans and a white-t, telling robin he was gonna walk to the bakery to visit harry for a bit since he really missed him.

he walked into the bakery with a smile on his face once his eyes landed on his boyfriend.

"hey, sexy." louis practically shouted, seeing as harry was working as a cashier and he looked damn good doing it.

"lou, there's children in here." harry said, smiling a little in embarrassment as he motioned for louis to turn around, and when he did, his face went red seeing the little family of five sitting down eating pastries, their three little ones looking shocked.

"s-sorry bout that..." louis mumbled towards the family before walking off to the front counter.

"hey boo, whatcha doin' here?" harry asked, bagging a few pastries and putting them in the counter to the right where orders were going to be picked up. 

"just thought i'd come see you and the baby. and you look so cute in that apron, babe." louis said, pouting at harry's belly.

"thanks boo...i'm sure the baby has missed you just as much as you missed them."

louis blushed at the comment before harry yelled out something to his mum about going on his break so he could sit with louis for a bit.

"i don't get off until like seven...sorry boo."

"nah it's okay, sun. i'm just trying to figure out who is buying pastries at seven o'clock."

harry laughed, agreeing since it was a very valid question. he sighed as louis snuggled into his side, wanting to get closer to harry if at all possible.

"oh, i forgot to tell you—i bought you this book, it's like for uh, y'know like daddies to be. i think you'll like it, it's pretty straight forward." harry said, running his hands through louis' soft locks and letting him rub his stomach.

"thanks babe, hopefully it helps. i feel like i don't know a thing about being a dad."

harry snorted, nodding since at times it seemed like louis didn't know a thing about a lot of stuff.

"i bought one for being a mummy too, so we can learn this whole thing together as we go."

louis smiled, being happy with the fact that harry didn't shame him for being so dumb when it came to this whole thing.

"we should go to dinner tomorrow night, where do you think i should treat you two to dinner?" louis asked. with all this money he was making with his job—it wasn't a lot, but it was definitely something—he and harry were able to open a savings account for their baby and louis couldn't have felt prouder for being able to step up for his family, and show kind gestures to harry as such.

"ooh, a whole dinner for us? i guess wherever is fine, richie-rich." harry teased, poking into louis' side and making the older boy laugh.

"just wanna make you two happy, if that means paying loads of money for fancy dunner places then so be it."

harry blushed, feeling louis draw shapes onto his stomach as they continued talking about god knows what, before anne called out for her son, asking for him to get back behind the counter since more customers were starting to make their way in.

"i've gotta go, but you go back to my place if you want and see if that book has gotten there yet and you start reading, okay?" harry said, hating having to peel louis' hands off of him but it was necessary since the boy was glued to him and really didn't want harry to get back to work.

"alright babe, love you. knock 'em dead while taking orders!" louis shouted, watching as his boyfriend stood up and made his way to the front to start talking to customers, giggling as louis began to chant and cheer harry on even as he walked out of the bakery.

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louis decided to stay the night again, stopping by his own house just for a bit to tell his sisters and parents and to grab an extra pair of pajamas before going back to harry's place.

he was sat on his boys bed now, after showering and changing into his sweats and baggy tee-shirt, reading through the daddy-to-be book that harry had got him, before hearing the bedroom door open, a smiling harry coming in with his coat in hand.

"hi boo."

"hey hubby-to-be, how was work?" louis asked, hearing harry mutter you wish teasingly as he hung his coat up on the back of his closet door, making his way over to louis whose arms were wide open, crawling into them and making himself comfortable in the open space.

"was good, tiring, my back hurts, but at least i'm back here with you...how was your day?"

"boring without you, but i went with your dad to the hardware store, that was entertaining, i learned a lot of terminology and now i'm not an idiot." louis replied, rubbing down harry's back and massaging into the tense muscles.

"wow, a trip to the hardware store with my dad is not a task for the weak, i'm glad you had fun with him."

louis smiled before leaning in and giving harry a quick peck on the lips, so happy that he was back and in his arms again.

"how's your daddy book? ya like it?" harry asked as he began to play around with louis' fingers, getting a peak at the page louis was currently on which seemed to be about something related to morning sickness and what to expect from your pregnant partner.

"it's great, it's got a lot of cool pictures and insightful stuff that i'm surely gonna remember." louis said, going to the beginning of the book where the table of contents was and telling harry how it was helpful that this book was dummy proof, especially for louis.

"i missed your bum, you have no idea how happy i am that you're home and i get this all to myself, babe." louis said, closing his book and reaching over to leave it on the bedside table, letting his hand roam down until he was cupping harry's ass. honestly the old harry probably would have been a bit embarrassed that louis was touching him so inappropriately with the door unlocked, but now, harry just felt giddy and began to blush at all the comments louis was making on how sexy harry looked at the moment, encouraging the boy to keep his hands right where they were. 

harry left to go shower and louis swore his head was gonna spin off being away from him for so long. 

but as soon as harry came back, louis made sure to show him how excited he was that he had returned, and cuddled him to absolute death.

they went to bed that night happy and in their own little world with their little baby between them.

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third pov

march rolled around pretty quick.

which also meant another month had gone by, and harry was actually starting to show!

he had a belly that you could only really see if he was wearing a tight shirt, but it was beautiful.

"so teeny tiny, there's our little thumper!" louis smiled, awing at the ultrasound screen with his mouth agape.

harry beamed with happiness at louis' reaction, he was fifteen weeks along and since the baby could be seen closer on an ultrasound now, the doctor was finally able to check the sex.

"looks like you two are having a baby—"

"wait!" gemma shouted, interrupting dr. lee from talking any further since an idea just came to her head.

harry groaned, he wished his mum would have been able to bring him to his appointment today, or he could have just come here alone with louis, but sadly neither boys could drive and when gemma offered to bring them, harry almost said no.

but of course she begged.

"you guys don't want to have a party or something to reveal the gender?" gemma asked, looking back and forth at both boys.

"with what friends?" louis said, making harry hit his shoulder roughly for the rude comment.

but...he did have a point.

"not like...a party party. but just a small gathering or something? you guys could pop a balloon, or read the card out with their gender on it? just our families, h." she recommended, smiling at her younger brother who looked a bit skeptical with the idea at first.

he had gotten pretty fat lately and didn't look the greatest from certain angles, so he wasn't sure if he wanted that.

"that could be fun, we could cut a cake and make it a whole fun day, yeah?" louis asked, nodding at harry for his own confirmation.

and harry gave in since louis really seemed to like the idea of having a small gender reveal.

"perfect!" gemma clapped happily, asking the doctor to write the sex in a little card so she could take it down to their bakery and ask one of the women there to whip something up.

"well, i can tell you that your baby is healthy. normally at around this time, babies start kicking so you should be feeling that soon. it also seems like they have a very—" dr. lee stopped as she flipped a small switch and a loud woosh woosh woosh sound started to play in the small four walls of the exam room. "a very steady and healthy heartbeat." she smiled.

harry smiled and squeezed louis' hand, "that's our baby!"

"sure is! look at our baby, sun!" louis shared harry's excitement and asked dr. lee for multiple copies, one for his nightstand (which would be next to a photo of harry), one for his wallet, one in case he lost any of the other ones, and two for each of his parents.

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the rest of the week was pretty hectic, with louis and harry going baby shopping for the first time with their mum's to start buying a few things for their baby, gemma frantically running around trying to plan this gender reveal—which she promised would be little but with the amount of stress she was going through, harry knew it was gonna be something extravagant—and louis having to tell his four little sisters about the newest addition to their family since they were invited to the gender reveal as well.

the twins were the ones that were the most confused about this all. repeatedly asking how such a big baby was gonna fit in harry's little stomach for a won time (long time)

harry was more than happy to explain to them how it would all work. how they would soon be able to meet his and louis' baby and that they were gonna be little aunties! they clapped their hands happily then asked if they could go watch elmo, which louis said a quick yes to just so they would go away.

when the day finally came for louis and harry to dress in the colors of what they thought their baby would be and cut the cake to find out if they were having a little boy or girl, harry was a bit nervous.

he knew that he was having a baby, he's known about his baby for four months now! but suddenly, finding out the gender just made it all much more real.

louis on the other hand, was excited! thrilled even and didn't really care whether their baby was a boy or a girl, he was just happy to know that they were having one! louis wore a pink shirt, and harry a blue one.

when you know you know harry thought, and he felt very confident about what his head was telling him.

louis and harry stood in front of the small white frosted cake, each of them holding a small wine glass and smiling at eachother as their family and friends took pictures.

"what do we do? just press the cup in it?" louis asked, making harry nod and demonstrate how they were gonna do it.

"ready boys?" gemma asked, setting up her camera with a small stand pointing directly towards louis and harry.

both boys nodded, giving eachother one last look before setting their glasses above the cake and pressing down.

everyone around them cheered and screamed in excitement once louis and harry pulled the glasses back and were able to see a rosy pink color inside the glasses and the cake.

"it's a girl?" louis asked, a shocked look on his face as he stared at harry, waiting for an answer, not even noticing that harry had began to cry, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

he could only nod and sob into louis' chest as the older boy pulled him close.

"w-we're having a girl." harry cried, wrapping his arms around louis' waist once his face was fully covered.

louis hugged the shorter boy tight, snuggling his face into his curls and kissing his cheek.

"we sure are, babe."

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after everything had died down and harry and louis stopped crying, they were able to sit down in the living room and open up some presents from louis' friends and some gorgeous hand-me-downs from his parents.

he'd also gotten a lot of stuff from his own parents that he just loved, mostly stuffed animals for once they'd gotten older and little shirts and onesies with the cutest sayings.

harry could only cry again at all the amazing things he and his baby had received. especially the little baby yellow, green and pink colored onesies that were covered in bunnies that looked like thumper. louis showed them off proudly and even laid the onesie on top of harry's tiny belly that poked out a bit since he'd eaten a lot of cake.

the whole nursery situation was still a bit confusing. 

but after some thinking, harry decided that he would take out some things from his room to move one of the twins' old cribs in the empty space and let louis take the other for his room.

with louis' help, they sorted through their girls’ outfits and folded them up in little storage bins for each-other to take home.

one of louis' favorite article of clothing that they'd gotten for their daughter was her little football jersey, which of course liam and zayn had bought.

little tomlinson-styles 

28

was written on the back in little black letters.

louis' lucky number and his and harry's last names.

louis loved it so much, he loved harry so much, and he loved their little girl so, so much.

they fell asleep on top of some of her stuffies, holding each other close with their legs entangled, just happy to be with one another for the umpteenth night in a row.

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third pov

all the chatter that harry could hear throughout the day was all about spring break.

everybody was sat in class counting down the seconds until the end of the day when they'd be let go and a two-week break would be upon them.

all harry could think about was how he was gonna start redecorating his room once he got home for his little girl. he's eighteen weeks now, and only has twenty-two weeks to go before she comes out—so halfway there!—and he just had to start getting everything ready.

his dad had set up a tarp on the floor and lined the corners with tape so harry could repaint since the dull grey color was a bit too depressing for a newborn, so he and louis went with a beige-white color instead.

last class of the day rolled around and after a little less than an hour of doing nothing in english, the bell finally rang, everyone cheering and scrambling to get out of their desks and run off to the nearest exits.

"my place or yours tonight, babe?" louis asked once nearly everyone, including liam, had run out. now louis was helping harry pack his bag since most of his stuff was out and on his desk.

"uh, yours? my mum's probably worried that we're banging every night with how often you're over." harry replied, zipping his bag up and throwing it over his shoulder.

"she won't think the same thing if you come over to mine?" louis asked, rubbing his boyfriend's back as they finally made it out into the hallway, louis covering harry so no kids running would push him.

"yeah but, it seems more innocent since you have little sisters, so why would we have sex with them there?"

louis laughed, opening the heavy metal door for harry.

they decided to walk to the diner for lunch since louis was off from it today.

they talked the whole way there and even sat on the same side of the booth once they'd gotten there, louis rubbing harry's stomach and talking to baby thumper, then holding hands with him underneath the table. like some stupid, cheesy romantic couple that everybody hates.

harry loved every moment of it.

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"no!"

"babe, i've got no choice!"

"i don't want you to!"

louis had just recently been told that he and his whole family were gonna be going to orlando, florida for a week and a half of spring break.

harry wanted to cry once louis had told him, especially since he wasn't going and he was gonna be away from him for more than a week.

"you're gonna leave me for the whole spring break! how am i supposed to be calm about this, lou?!"

louis felt awful. but it wasn't like his family was always able to travel and do fun things with one another. so now that the twins were old enough to enjoy theme parks and not be major pains in the ass, mark and jay took this as the opportunity to go somewhere fun.

"you're gonna raise your blood pressure. dr. lee said that wasn't good to do, babe, please breathe."

"i hope my blood pressure is raised so you can know how upset i am!"

"harry! i can't just not go—my parents are gonna need help with the girls...and it's only, like twelve days i'll be gone, i'll be back for the weekend and we can spend—"

"wow! lucky me! i can spend a whole two days with you! probably like a day in a half cause you'll have to sleep off the jet la-"

"we spend every day together, haz! and when i get back we can cuddle and...kiss...or make out? and look through our girlie's things?" louis suggested, resting a hand on harry's small bump and rubbing softly.

harry liked that. but still, he just didn't want louis to leave him for so long.

especially since he...had a little problem that he didn't want to tell louis about since it was too embarrassing.

"yeah...but...'s a long time without you, boo..." harry whimpered, his eyes drifting down towards louis crotch and swallowing, his throat going dry afterward.

"and i'll send you pictures every day of me and the girls, yeah? or maybe just pictures of my junk since you can't seem to stop staring at it?" louis smiled, tilting harry's chin up so the younger boy could make eye contact with him.

harry's face went red since he'd gotten caught. he couldn't quite explain it but for some reason, his second trimester was starting to get slightly more difficult because of how...eager he was to do certain stuff with louis, or just to himself.

he had a dream the night before that he was riding louis into the bed and moaning like a pornstar. he then woke up at four am, half-hard with his crotch soaked, louis asleep peacefully beside him.

it was embarrassing, to say the least, but luckily, he was able to get up and clean himself before louis woke up and saw.

"i-i just...i'm gonna miss you so much, boo. i don't wanna imagine not being with you for that long...and the baby, she hasn't even kicked yet so what if she starts right when you leave!"

louis rubbed harry's arm, terrified now at the thought of his baby kicking without him here to feel it first like he asked of harry.

"i'm sure she won't, maybe she'll kick before i leave and i can feel, yeah?"

harry pouted, upset about this whole situation, but...how could he feel so sad when louis was sitting right in front of him?—still.

"kiss me?"

louis paused, tilting his head like a puppy, "really?"

harry hummed, nodding and carefully wrapping an arm around louis' waist, pulling the taller boy closer to his own body, their faces only inches apart.

louis smiled, fully leaning in and moving his hands to cup each side of harry's cheek, pressing his lips against harry's, feeling his face burning so hot.

both boys pulled back after a while, harry's lips wet and his eyes pleading.

"can...can we...you want to..." harry kept stuttering, trying to form a clear and coherent sentence before just deciding to point at louis' crotch once again.

"sex?"

harry nodded, "yeah...please."

louis worried a bit, not even being sure if it was safe to have sex with harry since the baby was growing and all.

"shit...ok."

louis lightly pushed harry back onto his pillow, straddling him and starting to kiss his neck.

harry didn't even want to begin to imagine what it would be like with louis not here. he'd probably have to jerk off every day at least twice to keep himself content.

harry felt a bit self-conscious at first once louis helped him take off his top, showing off his body which had changed a lot from their first time.

louis loved the sight of him.

"you look so...beautiful, holy shit." he whimpered, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to begin traveling down harry's skin.

"'m not...look so fat, lou." harry replied, rubbing his hands down his sides and squeezing his thighs together.

"no...you're perfect...so full of my baby, haz. fuck...always gonna keep you pregnant...fuck, always gonna be with my baby, yeah?"

harry sniffled, beginning to sweat with louis' hands resting on his belly

"need you...badly, lou—oh god, want you to cum...cum on me...i need you." harry reached down, grabbing at louis' hard cock beneath his sweats.

louis bit down on his earlobe, grinding down and feeling harry's hard on below him.

"want me to eat you out?" louis asked, pulling at harry's loose jeans to get them down his legs. 

harry felt his stomach twist, "never done that b'fore...' ave you?"

louis shook his head. obviously, he's never done this before, but it just sounded right.

louis pulled the boys jeans down his legs and pulled them off of his ankles, throwing them to the floor and releasing the boys hard and leaking cock, letting it hit his stomach.

harry gasped, whimpering as soon as he felt louis' tongue hit his rim, sucking and licking to easily get inside his home, smiling at the reaction he got out of harry once he started.

his hands curled around harry's thighs, pushing them up so they were positioned perfectly above his head. louis groaned loudly at the taste, digging his nails into harry's legs.

after a while, louis withdrew from harry, pushing himself up and taking his shirt off, his jeans being thrown on the floor next, eyes blown out before leaning back down and kissing harry hurriedly once he noticed his cock leaking at the tip.

"need you...oh my god...i need you." harry used one hand to begin to scratch at louis' back, using his other to reach down and wrap his hand around louis, rolling the foreskin back and forth and letting his thumb play around with the leaking slit at the top. 

"please fuck me...please," he said, "now."

louis kissed harry repeatedly once he finally pushed in. he just loved the noises that harry was making but his tears were really starting to worry him.

harry was grunting like a fucking animal, reaching up and putting a hand on louis' lower back, pushing him down so louis would be deeper, clinging onto the older boy so tight he was sure he would bruise.

"my god...always need to have your baby, lou...always wanna be pregn—-oh....oh...oh fuck, lou...shhh"

"always will, haz...ohhh...fuck..."

both their noises got so loud all of a sudden, feeling their highs approaching. harry's body shook, afraid that someone would accidentally walk in on them since it's not like they were actually home alone like they liked to imagine.

louis jerked his cock out of harry's ass with a sudden movement, stroking it repeatedly, until pearly fluid spurted out of the tip, all over harry's belly, just like harry had asked.

harry felt awful that he couldn't hold out a bit longer, just for louis. but the feeling of his prostate being hit just perfectly and then harry spilling all over him had him go limp.

besides, they were too young to hold out for that long during sex so who could blame them?

"hm... 'm sorry, 'm so sorry..." harry slurred, over and over again, running his hand up and down the back of louis' neck.

"no, no it's okay...i came too, haz...it's okay."

harry struggled to catch his breath, exhausted with how far along he was now and how he got winded from just lying here.

"you're so beautiful," louis whispered, "my hazza." he pulled out, rolling over and laying beside harry, pulling him close by his waist.

harry smiled, "i'm yours...i promise."

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harry smiled tiredly, resting a hand on louis' chest while his hand was on top of his stomach.

"glad we didn't do it at my house?" louis asked, looking down at his boyfriend who just giggled, covering his face embarrassedly.

"like you wouldn't believe... can't imagine one of the girls waking in on us...i'd be humiliated."

louis let out a loud cackle, holding harry close and rubbing above his hip bone.

"hey...d'ya mean it when you said the thing about our babies?" harry asked.

"i did...not in a gross way of course, but...i do wanna have more babes with you...probably in the future after this rascal comes out and we can grow up a little bit." he replied, pointing towards the small swell of harry's tummy and rubbing underneath his belly button.

"we're gonna be good dads, yeah?"

"well...i'm gonna be a good dad, you're gonna be a great mum to all our babies." he poked harry's cheek just to annoy him.

even the amount of times harry would roll his eyes when louis referred to him as their baby girl's mum, he knew how much he loved the title and would even call himself mummy when he would talk to her.

"oh yeah, smart ass? how many ya gonna give me?" he asked softly and put his hand above louis' to rub his belly together, "she needs a sibling or more, boo."

louis hummed thoughtfully. "she sure does, babe...i'll give you a whole football team's worth if it means being able to see you like this...so beautiful and happy." louis promised, making harry blush and get so excited for their future.

"'m gonna miss you so much..." 

"it's just twelve days, hazza...nothing to freak out about."

"but i want you here."

louis cooed into his boyfriend's ear, kissing his forehead and continuously reminding him that he would be okay.

"i love you, haz...i'll be back before you know it.

harry wanted to cry once he heard what louis said, loud and clear.

he loved hearing that so, so much.

every day louis would do the littlest things, the sweetest gestures to remind harry that he loved him and their girl so much.

but hearing it right before louis was gonna be gone for nearly two weeks was such a heartbreak.

"don't say that..." harry whispered, so quiet that louis almost didn't hear as he wiped his eyes.

"how come?"

"makes me cry..."

louis pouted, scooting down and hugging harry tight. "please don't cry, haz...you wanna see me fart with my armpit? that always makes you laugh!"

and of course, louis' immature behavior always somehow got harry to laugh, so, yes. he watched louis sit up, somehow making fart noises with just his armpit and hand.

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third pov

the next twelve days without louis were absolute torture for harry.

harry had begged and begged the boy to stay, right when he was packing up his and his little sisters things in the car, harry asked who he was supposed to hang out with for the next two weeks since niall was also going away to ireland to visit family.

louis said that liam and zayn were always an option since those two sacks of shit were gonna be home, harry only narrowed his eyes, "you know how i feel about those two." he said, before finally giving in and letting go of louis' hand to let him leave.

but it's not like those twelve days were any better for louis. sure, he was having fun spending quality time with his little sisters and parents, visiting a few amusement parks, beaches, and doing other fun stuff for the twins to be able to remember. but that fun didn't exactly distract him from the fact that he was away from his boyfriend and daughter who were stuck at home, their little girl was probably kicking up a storm, and louis not being able to be the first person to feel her was soul crushing.

he messaged harry every single day whenever he got the chance to be on his phone for more than a few seconds without the twins asking something from their big brother. he'd ask how the baby was doing and demand pictures of harry to see how he was as well.

louis might have also sent a few pictures of his...naked...body to harry but it's only cause he'd ask for them.

harry tried his best to get outside and do fun stuff, but honestly, at fiveish months, he was pretty tired and actually liked the days he'd get to spend in bed and sleep in.

he only felt flutters and light tickles from his girl, but dr. lee said that it was normal and some babies take their time before kicking—besides, harry hoped she'd wait just a few more days before making her presence known so louis could get here and be able to feel her.

but as the days went on, harry was starting to get more and more bored with himself.

he spent most of his time up in his room, fixing up the corner of his room which was gonna be dedicated to his little girl. since he was done painting and hanging up some decorations for her, he was finally able to move her crib and changing table in.

he even donated some of his clothes to clear up some space in his closet for all of her clothes and was able to squeeze some tiny baskets of her nappies, and other clothes that wouldn't fit her for a few months but that they had just for the future underneath her crib.

with everything done and situated, he had pretty  much nothing to do and was really, really tired of being inside.

niall wasn't gonna be back until tomorrow night, and even then he probably wouldn't be up to hanging out with the jet lag and everything.

so he somehow worked up the courage to message liam and zayn, asking them to hang out since he thought it'd be for the better to suck up the hatred he had for them and get past all of it since louis had mentioned something about making them their little girls god fathers, and niall like her babysitter or some stupid shit like that.

plus, they had attended his gender reveal and got them the cutest little accessories for their girl, and they were like louis' best friends.

liam replied with a smiley face to harry's ask to go out somewhere fun, saying yes and that he'd drag zayn with them both so the three of them could hang out.

they ended up going to an arcade, then walking around a bit and getting frozen yogurt! which baby girl really loved from the little tickles she was making.

zayn and liam ended up apologizing for all the nasty things they'd said about harry, even if they weren't to his face, it was still awful how they treated harry before they'd even gotten to meet him and experience the kind of person he is.

harry forgave them both, obviously. if these two weirdos were gonna be his daughters godfathers, then they all needed to have a clean slate with one another.

afterwards, when harry was back home and up in his room once again, he rung louis up and they talked for hours on end.

phoebe and daisy could be heard in the background since they were shouting something about a monster chasing them all day! (they were talking about a few pesky bugs that they'd encountered at the park)

"how many more days?" harry asked, pouting since it seemed like it'd been a lifetime and louis still wasn't back.

"three more, babe...be back before you even know it."

"hmph...want you back sooner. i miss you, booey."

"i miss you more, hazza. i wish i could be there with you right now, sun...how's thumper doing?"

harry laughed at the nickname that louis had started calling their daughter way more as of recently.

"she's good, i think she's sleeping. i still haven't felt her kick, just some flutters and tickles..."

"awe, now i've got some new nicknames for her, like tickles. god, i miss you both more than anything...the second i get back i'm going straight to your place, yeah?"

harry hummed as a reply, rubbing his much more prominent belly that he had to hide today with one of his dad's hoodies.

"'ve really grown since you left, boo...you're gonna be shocked when you get back and see me so fat."

"hey! don't you say that, you're not fat."

"yeah i am...sort of ugly too, don't know if it's just puberty or our girl but 've started to break out...but that's usual once you're like twenty weeks, so..."

"you are not ugly, babe, don't you say stuff like that...you're beautiful."

"i know 'm beautiful but my body is ugly."

"it is not! your body is just as beautiful as your face, and your face is very, very beautiful, 'kay? you're carrying our baby right now, it's normal for things to change up a bit. trust me, when i see you, i am still gonna think you're the most gorgeous, handsome and sweet boy i have ever seen...just like when we first met, haz."

harry was brought to tears by louis' words. he knew this was just his pregnancy brain talking since a lot of stuff was changing with his body now, but louis' reassurance that he was still the harry that he was five months ago was always so amazing to hear.

after, when the tears were wiped and gone, louis told harry all about what they did that day in orlando and how much fun he had.

harry did the same but his day wasn't as eventful as louis'. but at least he did get the chance to sit with liam and zayn for a bit.

they ended their night together falling asleep on the phone, harry snoring into his microphone loudly, while louis quietly slept on the other side of the phone, peaceful and happy knowing that he'd be back to his boy in just a few more days.

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harryyystyles: Your flight delayed? :(

tommolovescurly8: yeah sun :( i think i'll be back tomorrow night?

harryyystyles: I'm so upset

tommolovescurly8: i know sun i'm so sorry love i promise i'll try to get my family and i on the first flight we can find to get back ok?

harryyystyles: Louuuu, today we were supposed to go to the park for a picnic :(

louis felt awful reading harry's messages from the boy's front porch step.

he decided to try playing a little joke on harry and say something about his flight having been delayed a day, when it reality he was literally right outside harry's flat and texting him.

it only started to get sad when gemma came outside, apart of the surprise, and said that harry was currently crying in their dad's arm's, babbling something about missing louis.

louis quickly stood up, slipping his phone in his back pocket and going inside and up to harry's room where hopefully harry didn't get all angry at him for lying.

robin stood up and started to exit his son's room once the door quietly opened and louis was stood there.

"hi, babe." louis whispered, tilting his head as harry moved his hands away from his face to look up at the boy who he missed so fucking much—and who's flight was supposed to be delayed for another day!—standing right in front of him.

"louis!" he screeched, not wasting another second to jump into the taller boy's arms and hold onto him as tight as possible.

"i thought your flight was delayed?" harry said into his neck, still holding on.

louis laughed a bit, knowing he was probably gonna get his ass handed to him.

"i was...i was trying to have a little joke but—"

"asshole!" harry pushed himself off of louis, punching his shoulder and staring up at the boy angrily.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i was trying to be funny but now i know not to mess with you in that sort of way—babe, i'm so—"

"i hate you, lou! how could you do that-"

"i was only kidding! 'm sorry, haz."

soon, harry forgave louis after a lot of talking and cuddles, just happy that at least he was back and here with him now.

"tickles happy i'm back?" louis asked, rubbing the side of harry's stomach as they sat in bed together. kissing every few minutes and just enjoying once another's company.

"very...i think that she’ll start moving around soon—"

harry stiffened, he found himself holding his breath since he wasn't too sure if he had been feeling correctly.

he waited, looking up at louis who's face was just as unsure as his. he didn't know if what he felt was real or something he just imagined as the baby making tickles or flutters—that was until it happened once more.

harry gasped, a hazy, rippling feeling that he could only compare to a big butterfly flying inside his gut.

now he was absolutely certain he had felt them this time, and so was louis.

"o-oh my god, was that her?"

"y-yes...holy shit, you felt her?"

"yes!"

louis jumped up to his feet, so excited that he was in fact the first person to feel their girl kicking.

"jesus...hi girly, you kicking in there?" louis asked, lowering his head to be at eye-to-eye with harry's tummy.

"haz, does it hurt?" louis asked, feeling the slight quiver underneath his palm again.

"n-no...it's like—just tickles but stronger now...my god, lou...that's our baby, our baby in there kicking!"

harry began to cry—obviously. he was hit with a sudden wave of affection but wasn't too sure if it was because of the baby or just him in general. he blinked frantically to stop himself from crying any more than he had to.

these goddamn hormones! always making him so emotional and letting his emotions go haywire.

it was honestly the most breathtakingly beautiful moment of harry's whole life. being able to feel his girl move for the first time with louis!

louis' small hand cupped harry's belly with a teary eyed smile on his face, harry let out a breathless laugh once he saw the expression louis had plastered on his face, joy bubbling up inside of him.

"'m so glad she waited until i got back!...i love you so much, haz." louis leaned in, letting his forehead rest against harry's.

"me too, lou...i love you more...so much more."

"not possible." louis replied, the brightest smile on his face.

harry was so in love. honestly, he didn't like to admit it very much just because he was still a kid. how could a sixteen year old know what love is?

but he was sure of it now. love was this, here and now.

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third pov  

(please feel free to play the song once it's mentioned)

pink.

louis' walls were pink.

almost his entire room was pink now.

jay thought it was a bit much but once she heard louis' reasoning for it, (his daughter) she was in love.

it wasn't like a neon pink or anything crazy like that. just a soft lemonade pink color that he'd chosen himself at the hardware store. once he'd gotten back, he quickly moved everything out of his room and set up a sheet on the carpet to paint.

"looks nice, right?" louis asked lottie and fizzy who were stood in the doorway of his room, looking around in awe of everything.

a white crib was in the corner of louis' room, closest to his bed, along with her changing table which had her nappies inside the little drawers on the side, and most of her clothes taking up his closet. he even framed and had her little jersey hung up on the wall for anybody who came in to admire—he just hoped none of his friends who came by in the future would make fun of him for it.

"yah...your baby is gonna sleep in here?" fizzy asked.

louis laughed at both the girls' reactions, nodding and pointing towards the crib. "that's where she'll be sleeping."

"yay! is she gonna live here all the time or go downstairs?" lottie asked, clapping her little hands in excitement.

"this is just her room, babe. just like how this is my room and i go downstairs and use the other rooms all the time...but she won't be here all the time...she's gonna be at harry's house too and she'll have her own room there as well."

"why can't she live with us all the time?"

"because harry is her mummy, and i'm her daddy, but the two of us don't live with one another so she needs two rooms, isn't that cool?"

lottie and fizzy nodded, smiled on their faces at all the toys and stuffies on the white rocking chair across from them where louis would probably sit in the future and hold his daughter.

to say the girls were excited to meet their little niece would be an understatement.

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at twenty three weeks. harry had the most adorable swell of a baby bump since their girl was the size of a grapefruit!

the only thing that sucked was the fact that he had the worst symptoms now. swollen ankles, backaches and the most painful stomach pains that would come and go every few hours throughout the day.

harry freaked out when he woke up in the middle of the night thinking he was going in labor, he called louis and he shouted for his parents who quickly rushed to his aid. it took a while for harry to understand as his mum tried explaining to him what braxton hicks were.

louis woke his dad up thinking that tonight was the night his baby would be coming—since it was a false alarm, mark was pretty upset and stomped back up to bed.

since harry was past the midway point in his pregnancy, he had to go to the doctors office so dr. lee could check their girl out and explain to him that the stomach pains he was feeling were completely normal at this point.

dr. lee also examined her organs and measured her to make sure she was healthy and growing properly—which she was! woohoo!

harry's face scrunched up when he had to step on the scale, seeing he'd gained about fifteen pounds. he pulled his shirt up for dr. lee to measure his bump as well and saying that harry seemed to be showing quite nicely now and that their baby was starting to gain a lot of weight which would make their chubby cheeks much more kissable once they were born.

they went home that day with a new picture of their baby sucking on her thumb, and some advice from dr. lee to start packing their hospitals bags and adding some finishing touches to the nursery—thankfully they already had the nursery stuff covered.

another thing that had changed since a few weeks ago, was how cuddly louis was now.

he'd get upset anytime he'd sleepover and wake up to harry gone, even though the pregnant boy was just in the bathroom or in the kitchen somewhere.

it was like harry had two babies attached to him at all times. if louis' arms weren't wrapped around his waist or holding his hand, then they were set on harry's ass.

he loved holding harry whenever he got the chance and would nearly suffocate him at night, never wanting harry to get farther than two inches from him when they were in bed together. but harry didn't mind it since it just showed how obsessed louis was with him and his body.

"and then your mummy stood in the urinal beside me, and he said 'oops'! then peed on my new shoes, and i said 'hi!'...i love your mummy and wouldn't change a thing about how we met, even if it was fucking disgu-"

"hey! don't you use those words, dr. lee said she can hear us now." harry scolded, slapping the back of his boyfriends hand.

louis pouted, sitting up from his lying down position in harry's lap, he was facing harry's belly while the pregnant boy sorted through her smallest outfits and nappies so she could change into them at the hospital.

louis was supposed to be going through harry's clothes and packing stuff for him in his duffle for the hospital, but instead he was too busy talking to his daughter.

"she should know how her parents met."

"she doesn't need to hear about how i peed on you, boo. so embarrassing..." harry muttered, folding a tiny pink blanket and placing it into her diaper bag.

"but it's our meet cute!" louis whined, folding his legs and continuing to pack some bottoms for harry into his bag, harry just scoffed with a laugh.

"we should talk about names too, babe. cause she actually looks like a baby now and not just a weird blob." louis said, reaching over and grabbing one of harry's blankets to pack that as well.

"why? you don't like thumper or tickles as her name?"

louis giggled, shaking his head, "not a nickname, haz...a real name, imagine how embarrassed she'll be when she starts going to school and they do attendance."

"yeah...tickles tomlinson-styles probably wouldn't be the greatest name."

louis agreed. he already had a few ideas for her name but wasn't sure if harry would love them.

"you wanna name her brie?" harry asked, staring at louis like he was crazy.

"yeah it just rolls off the tongue, brie, it's beautiful isn't it?"

"yeah, it would be beautiful if it wasn't a cheese!"

"well i don't know any other names! and the ones you chose are...different." louis said, zipping up harry's bag since the last of his things were packed and ready to go.

"you don't like henrietta tomlinson-styles?"

"hell no."

harry sighed, packing up the last of his daughters things and closing up the zipper, pushing himself off of the floor and grabbing both bags to put them in his closet.

"her nickname could be henry or something."

louis' face scrunched up, shaking his head no.

"fine...what if you call and ask liam or zayn for some name recommendations and i'll ask niall?" harry offered, closing up his closet door and joining louis back on the carpet.

"fuck no, they're probably gonna ask us to name her liamita or zayna...plus...i don't think they'd answer right now..." louis muttered, fumbling around with his fingers and picking at the skin around his nails.

"how come? they're like always on their phones." harry said.

"uh...not during the dance..." louis replied.

harry gasped.

the spring dance.

holy shit. harry had completely forgotten about the dance.

normally during early april, all the students would start decorating for it and selling tickets. but harry had been pretty busy with getting prepared for his girl, and also he hadn't been going to school lately with his belly getting so big, and mostly just doing his school work at home.

but he'd completely forgotten all about one of the most important events in their second year of highschool.

"holy shit, boo...'m so sorry, i-i completely forgot all about it—"

"no, haz. it's fine! i didn't even ask you out to it, babe. it's my own fault...plus we've been busy with spring break, a-and the baby, it's totally fine—"

"it's not fine! y...you can go, like i think—i think i have a suit or something you can wear or some dress pants and a fancy shirt you can put on to meet up with liam and zayn." harry scrambled up to his feet, going back to his closet and starting to look around for some black khakis and a button up that would fit louis' small frame.

"it's fine, haz. i don't wanna go without you... 'm fine staying home with you."

harry pouted, feeling awful and a sick feeling in his stomach again that he'd just push off as braxton hicks again—even though he knew it was guilt. 

"no, no it's not fine. you can go, i don't mind it, lou. i don't want you to miss out on something like that. oh my god! and you're on the football team—you're the damn captain lou, you know how serious they are about the dance and everyone on the team attending right before your big game!"

louis shook his head, standing up and stopping harry from scrounging through his closet, repeating that he physically wouldn't be able to go without harry at his side. and since harry couldn't go either, there was no point.

"if you're here with me, then i'm not missing out on anything...ok?"

harry still felt bad, but he appreciated all the things louis was saying.

"a-are you sure? i don't wanna hold you back if you do-"

"harry, 'm serious. i wanna stay here with you, and our girl...yes?"

harry nodded, plopping down on his bed—asking louis like a million times if it was really okay and that he didn't wanna go.

"you know what's better than dancing in a room of sweaty teenagers with my pregnant boyfriend?" louis asked, standing up from his spot beside harry and grabbing his phone from the boy's bedside, searching through his music playlist for the first slow song that came on.

fade into you, by mazzy star

"hm?" harry hummed, rubbing the curve of his tummy once the song began to play.

"dancing in a bedroom with my sweaty boyfriend all by ourselves." louis smiled, taking harry's hand and pulling him up to his feet, resting his hands on his hips while harry's hand sat on his shoulders.

"sap..." harry muttered with a smile on his face.

i wanna hold the hand inside you

"she's still kicking in there, yeah?" louis asked.

i wanna take the breath that's true

"she sure is, boo...i think she'll like music once she's older."

i look to you and i see nothing

"hope so...she'll be just like me then..."

i look to you to see the truth

"she already is just like you, boo...always getting on my nerves and being a little asshole, but at the end of the day i love her."

you live your life, you go in the shadows

louis laughed, then suddenly got this look on his face that harry couldn't read. but he knew it wasn't right.

you'll come apart and you'll go black

"what happened?" harry asked, continuing to sway side to side with louis before moving his hands up to cup the older boys cheeks.

some kind of night into your darkness

"do you ever get scared?" louis asked, tilting his head like a lost puppy.

harry pouted. what a vague question. 

before finally understanding what louis meant.

colors your eyes with what's not there

"sort of...cause she's gonna come out of me soon...don't even get my started on where she's coming out of."

fade into you

"i mean like...scared scared." louis said, sounding serious.

strange you never knew

"like scared you won't be good enough for her?" the older boy asked.

fade into you, i think it's strange you never knew

"i mean...not really i guess...do you?" harry rubbed louis' cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.

"all the time...you know...never mind, it's nothing." louis brushed the topic off like it really was nothing. but harry knew it was bothering him.

"no, no tell me, boo...i-i can try to help."

"it's just...she's so perfect already, y'know? i'm afraid that...that she won't love me as much as i love her..."

a stranger's light comes on slowly

"oh baby...she's gonna love you so much, are you kidding me?" harry smiled, reaching down and taking one of louis' hands off of his hips and placing it on his belly.

a stranger's heart without a home

"she does backflips whenever you're around, lou...you feel her?"

you put your hands into your head

"yeah but...but what if i'm not a good dad?"

and then smiles cover your heart

"you're gonna be the greatest daddy ever, lou...you painted your room pink for her! of course she'll love you so, so much."

fade into you

louis laughed, feeling their girl kick right at his finger tips. "you really think so?

strange you never knew

"i know so...you're gonna be awesome."

fade into you

harry could still see the scared look on louis face.

i think it's strange you never knew

"i love you louis...a lot...so, so much...and if you don't wanna...be here with us anymore then i get it—"

fade into you

"no, no, no. i don't...i could never even imagine leaving you two...i'm so in love with her already, and you, harry i love you so much."

strange you never knew

"i just don't want to pressure you into something you don't wanna do."

fade into you

"no...of course not...i would love to be apart of yours and her life...to have a future together, the three of us and more kids along the way...to see you two at my football games...to wake up in the morning to the two of you with smiles on your faces that look alike cause i already know she's gonna look just like you."

i think it's strange you never knew

"you think so?" harry asked, smiling at the thought of their little girl with both of their shared features.

i think it's strange you never knew 

"of course...she's gonna be beautiful just like her mummy."

harry grinned, reaching up and pinching louis' cheek like a little kid, his other hand caressing louis’ neck.

"and an asshole like her daddy."

"hey!" louis whined.

harry let out a laugh, one of those laughs that only louis could get out of him. 

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"haz! ya almost done?!" harry yelled from the bottom of the staircase, arms starting to hurt from carrying all the beach bags and chairs for harry and him.

"yeah! i just can't find a top that fits!" harry shouted back, digging through his closet for a tank top that wasn't see-through or too small.

"you're gonna be topless anyway babe!" louis replied.

"hey, watch it with that mouth, mister." robin said as he walked by, heading to the backyard to get his tan on.

"sorry mr. twist." louis muttered, finally getting tired and putting everything in his hands down, hearing a door upstairs finally open and smiling once he saw harry coming down.

"hey babe, you look cute, ready?"

"kind of. don't want anyone to think i look fat with this tank," harry said, trying to suck in his stomach.

"you don't, h. and you're pregnant so everyone is probably just gonna think it's cute."

it'd been very warm out lately, but today more than any other so louis thought it'd be a good idea to have a day at the beach.

it took a bit of convincing at first since harry was a little worried about his stomach being out while they were in the water and seeing anyone from school.

harry blushed as louis began to gush on about how cute harry looked in his little swim trunks and sunglasses with his little growing belly.

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gemma agreed to drive the boys and pick them up in about an hour or more. she trusted louis to make sure harry had a good time since he didn't really go out much, especially now, and to make sure that nobody hurt his feelings while they were there.

the drive was long, and harry nearly changed his mind once they got there and he saw the amount of people all around in the sand and water.

"a lot of people..." harry mumbled, pushing a sweaty and sleepy louis off of him who fell asleep on the drive over in the backseat with harry.

"well, it is a beach on a nice day, h," gemma said, parking somewhere to let the two boys out, "i'll be nearby if you guys need anything, okay? just call and i'll be right over."

"where r'ya headin?" louis asked, rubbing his eyes and stretching tiredly.

"there's a few shopping areas here i've wanted to try out, and now i've got a reason! so get the hell out of my car," she said, unlocking the doors and urging both boys to go.

"thanks for the ride, gem," harry said to his sister before he closed the door and went to her open window to say bye—his hands empty since louis scolded him for trying to grab any of their things by himself, insisting that he could carry everything.

"course, h. have fun, kay? let me know if you want me to come pick you guys up, and keep my niece safe."

harry nodded and promised that he and louis would do both things she asked before she began to pull out of her parking spot once louis had gotten all of their things, both boys began to walk towards the sand.

"all good?" louis asked, looking over at his gorgeous boyfriend who looked like he was glowing in the sun at the moment. "yeah...does my belly stick out a lot?" harry asked, nervously pulling at his tank top to make it seem somewhat looser to not draw so much attention to his frame. "sort of, but it's cute." louis replied.

harry pouted, holding his water bottle in one hand and using the other to cover his stomach as they trudged through the sand to find the perfect spot.

"babe, we're like half an hour away from home, i doubt anyone from school is around, and if they are then we'll just tell them we had a big lunch, yeah?" louis offered, wanting to reach out and take harry's hand to hold it and make sure he was okay, but his hands were kind of occupied at the moment.

harry just nodded before pointing out a nice spot near the water with few people around.

"want a towel on your chair?" louis asked, unfolding the big white chair and draping a blue towel over it once harry nodded, thanking his boyfriend and carefully sitting down. 

"baby still kicking?" louis asked, setting up his chair once he made sure harry was comfortable and adjusted in his, sitting down and relaxing while looking over at the boy beside him who was currently squinting with the sun being out. "like crazy, i think she likes the beach," harry replied, slipping his glasses on and taking a quick look around before reaching over for louis' hand, placing it on top of his moving belly where they could both feel their girl going nuts.

"she loves it for sure, my little tickles in there is having a blast it seems." louis smiled, leaning over and kissing his boyfriend, making the younger boy blush and turn his head away in embarrassment. louis just laughed, not letting go of harry's hand as he reached into the bag beside him for his camera.

"no, put that down!" harry yelped, covering his face with both of his hands and giggling as louis begged just for one picture since harry looked so adorable right now.

"i look mad right now, no pictures allowed!"

"you look perfect, babe, just one picture! please!?" louis practically begged, sitting himself up and trying to get the perfect angle of harry—which was really any angle.

"let me take one of you first then you can get one a' me," harry said, trying to grab at the camera.

"now you're takin' the piss, babe." louis said, snatching the camera away and laughing as harry used his very surprising strength to pry it out of louis' hands.

"hey!" louis shouted, giggling before harry finally took the photo.

"you look precious, lou!"

"oh delete that, babe, that's a bad one."

harry couldn't help but awe at the beautiful photo of louis. he's always loved his smile and for some reason louis' always hated it and would get so shy around any sort of camera in his face. "my hair isn't even styled, take another one." louis said, running his fingers through his hair and trying to have it stick up like normal.

"no i'm keeping this one, but i'd love to take some more of you," harry said, clicking a few buttons and saving the photo to the favorites album.

"don't you smile like that you brat, i'm gonna get one of you later." louis said, tsking at harry and playing around with his curls.

they spent a few more minutes sitting down, holding hands, and letting the sun beat down on them before louis recommended they go in the water for a bit.

"it's okay, sun, you can leave it on." louis said once harry began to whine about not wanting people to see him shirtless and fat. 

it was a lot but harry decided to just take it off since they'd be in the water anyway and nobody would see him, he tossed his white tank over on his beach chair before taking louis' hand.

they walked through the hot sand and past a few beachgoers who were laid out on towels and tanning. louis smiled as harry slipped his sunglasses on and scrunched his nose up because of the bright sun. harry yelped as soon as his feet touched the water and would have run away if louis hadn't been gripping his hand.

louis and harry stayed close to one another once they were pretty far from land. louis scolded harry every time he drifted away too far, afraid that he'd lose his boyfriend and baby at sea.

louis was careful to not go underwater since he had his camera wrapped around his neck, trying to sneak a few pictures of harry since he seemed to be in his own little world at the moment.

"that bird looked cool, its wings are huge," harry said, pushing his hair back and out of his eyes, turning to look at louis who was smiling at his boyfriend who was mesmerized by a big bird that had just passed by.

"how does baby girl like the water?" louis asked, going closer to harry once the waves began to settle and hugging the boy from behind.

"think she likes it, it's probably coolin' her down in there from all that sun," harry replied, guiding his and louis' hands to his belly where their little girl was settled and probably taking a nap.

they stayed in the water for a bit longer, getting taken out by waves and laughing with one another every time one of them popped out from under the water.

harry cracked up every time louis would go under and all you could see was his arm holding his camera up and away from the water.

they got out after about an hour and packed up all of their things, tired but not wanting to go home just yet.

they made their way onto the boardwalk and decided to stop at a shaved ice shop since apparently the baby was craving something cherry flavored.

"it's the baby, boo, i swear she's asking for something sweet," harry said, fixing his towel that was draped over his shoulders.

it was pretty hot so harry decided to keep his shirt off, but he had to have something covering his stomach so his towel would have to do.

"i believe you, babe. would you like something as well or is it just for her?" louis teased, squeezing harry's hand as they made their way inside. his arms were full but he didn't mind since it meant that harry didn't have to carry anything besides his little bag which contained his clothes.

the line wasn't too long and harry felt so relieved once it was their turn to order.

"hi, uh...can i have a medium cherry shaved ice, and erm...uh a blue raspberry shaved ice of the same size please?" louis asked the young girl behind the counter.

"course, will that be all?" she asked, smiling a little too hard at louis.

harry glared at her and tried to keep his cool when louis smiled back and shook his head.

"that's everything, right?" louis asked, which harry just replied with a nod.

she hummed in reply and began scooping the cherry-shaved ice into a small cup.

"so where you from?" she tilted her head, making dead eye contact with louis as if she couldn't see harry and him holding hands.

"oh i grew up in doncaster, we just came here for the day cus' of the weather. it's nice out innit?" louis replied, letting go of harry's hand for a second to grab his wallet from his pocket.

"it is yeah...once my shift ends i'm gonna change into a nice bikini and go out to enjoy the water," she said, stalling a bit in the process of getting their shaved ice.

isn't she supposed to be doing her job... harry thought 

louis was always so oblivious to anybody flirting with him. whether it was girls or boys. louis was just never able to tell and always took it as someone just being kind and complimenting him. even at school and before they started dating, there'd be a lot of times that some random would just begin rubbing up on louis or telling him how amazing he was at football or how fit he is. harry hated the attention louis would get, especially when it would happen right in front of him.

"that's nice. you'll have fun, the waters great." louis said, taking both shaved ices that she had finally passed over to him and offering her his card.

"here babe." louis said, handing harry his shaved ice and kissing his cheek while the girl ran his card and let the payment go through.

harry muttered curse words to himself as he began to eat his shaved ice, trying not to get too worked up over this because it shouldn't have hurt his feelings so much.

that girl is ugly anyway. and she has a weird voice, so at least there's that.

"here you go, cutie," she said, handing louis back his card with the bitchiest look on her face towards harry.

"oh...thanks. have a good day."

harry snatched his hand away from louis and was quick to push past him to get outside.

"hey! what'd you do that for?" louis asked, quickly following behind harry and thankfully catching up to the pregnant boy since his speed wasn't that great with the baby and all.

"why don't you go eat your shaved ice in there with your little girlfriend," harry replied, sitting down on a nearby bench and angrily beginning to eat.

"what the—what girlfriend?" louis asked, sitting down beside harry with a lost look on his face.

"that...b-word behind the counter. she called you a cutie ya dumbass, how are you gonna sit here and act confused?"

"i didn't even notice, babe...and she was a girl. why would i like her?"

harry just rolled his eyes. louis knew exactly what she was doing.

"i love you, baby. why would i even want to flirt with her? you're like my husband." louis told him, and it sounded sincere.

harry began to blush at the little husband's comment. he loved imagining them getting married one day. it sounded magical.

"you've got our little girl in your tummy. i don't want anybody but you, ya sexy thang."

harry couldn't help his smile, turning towards louis and rubbing his head into his chest.

"i just don't like that you can't tell when girls are throwing themselves at you," harry said, playing around with louis' shorts with his free hand.

"i can barely tell when you're flirting with me, babe. please don't take it to heart...i only want you, swear."

harry nearly growled hearing that, wanting nothing more than to rip louis' shorts right here and now and just—

well, he had to calm down and remind himself that they were in public.

"you don't even understand how bad i want you right now, boo."

"you've got me. always......how bout i call gemma so i can be all yours once we get home?" louis offered, his arm wrapped around harry and rubbing his shoulder. the younger boy nodded, telling louis to call his older sister quickly so they could get home and go wild in harry's bedroom.

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they spent the long car ride home asleep, harry's head leaned on louis' shoulder while louis' head was on top of harry's.

and once they got back to harry's place, they kind of forgot about the sex talk and decided to just go to sleep, but since harry didn't want his bed getting dirty from the beach, they threw a few blankets and pillows on the floor, laying down on top of one another and taking the worlds greatest nap.

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louis absolutely hated waking up early in the morning.

the only good thing about being up before the sun was that most of the time he'd be face to face with a still-sleeping harry right beside him.

but this morning was different. harry didn't end up sleeping over and louis had nothing good to wake up to—just having to hop out of bed, change into his football clothes then get to school for early morning practice with their big game coming up. as the captain, he couldn't be late and still needed time to set up the nets and get a few workouts in himself to be prepared.

the other guys on the team were able to sleep in an extra hour since they got there after louis—yet still, they were the biggest assholes about having to do laps and warmups when they'd slept longer than louis.

"one more lap! and if one of you spews then it's another two!" louis shouted, kicking the football around a bit as his teammates ran in circles around him.

most mornings, liam and zayn would just lie on the field and sleep on top of each other since they were close friends with louis and could get away with it—but not this week. not when they're three days away from possibly their biggest game of the year against one of their worst rivals

"yo, doofus number one and two, up and at 'em! no sleeping, get your arses up!" louis yelled, kicking both boys in their butts and pushing them with his leg until they both rolled over and put up a bit of a fight before starting to run.

"idiot..." zayn mumbled before sluggishly running behind liam around the track circles.

"come on, mates! as soon as you're done we're starting on stretches and drills!"

louis honestly wasn't messing around this year. they could not be beaten again—they could not lose again, and if they did they would never hear the end of it from louis.

last year, they had lost because of their shit of a captain—griffin—who could not coach a team for the life of him.

louis was gonna lead him and his guys to victory this year. he was not gonna be seen as the town's loser to his own daughter and boyfriend—no, that would be just awful.

even as captain, he still chose to be on the field every single game since—he didn't mean to toot his own horn but, toot toot—because he was the best player they had. their coach had even told him so, and louis decided to take their word.

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"boo!"

"coming mum!" louis shouted, jogging down the stairs to get to the kitchen where his mum and the rest of his family were sitting waiting with dinner on the table.

"hey girlies, whatcha got all over your face dais?" louis asked his little sister who had some sort of melted candy smothered all over her face.

"cha-ket!" she shouted, clapping her hands together since both twins seemed to be on some  sort of sugar high from whatever leftover candy they had from halloween that they must have gotten into...gross, louis thought, but they're just kids so...whatever 

"hey, lou. how's harry doing?" mark asked once he saw his son sit down in his usual seat during dinner.

"he's great, say's baby is kicking a storm and our last ultrasound went good. the doctor said everything looks healthy and she's growing beautifully." louis smiled proudly, his mum setting his plate in front of him while he said a quiet thank you to her.

"that's amazing, boo! have you finished up everything in her room?" jay asked, both she and mark serving their oldest girls before taking their seats beside each other.

"yep! i still wanna get one of those like monitors so i can see her if i'm downstairs or something...ooh! and i think that lion i ordered for her gets here tonight!"

"a lion?!" fizzy gasped, looking up at her big brother like he was nuts for getting her niece a lion!

"not a real lion fiz, it's a stuffy toy that she can cuddle with when she gets bigger."

fizzy made an 'o' shape with her face in realization, nodding before going back to eating her vegetables.

"six months along now, pretty soon you guys are gonna have a baby! how exciting is that?"

"really exciting, dad. i'm just so nervous about my game...wish i could celebrate that she'll be here so soon but i can't stop thinking about it." louis replied, feeling his t-shirt sleeve get pulled and looking down to see lottie asking for her chicken to be cut, which louis helped her with.

"you're gonna do great with your game, louis. i just know it. me, your mum and your sisters are gonna be there cheering you on. you're way better than that idiot they had last year!"

"mark! he was just a kid!" jay shouted, slapping her husband's arm.

"what? he was an idiot! he had no idea what he was doing on that field, at least our louis knows his stuff!"

louis smiled at his dad's compliments, finishing cutting up the last of his little sister's food and going back to eating from his own plate.

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louis plopped down in his bed, pulling the sheets over his body and resting an arm behind his head, pressing down on harry's contact and letting the line ring before he heard the voice he loved so much.

"hi booey, whatcha doin'?" harry asked, a smile on his face since it'd been a really long day and he was finally able to just lie down and talk to his boyfriend who he hadn't seen in a few days.

louis was so busy now with preparing him and his team for their big game so he hasn't gotten the time to sit down with harry and just talk. being able to do so now was such a relief and a huge weight pulled off of louis' chest, harry always knew how to calm him down. even though he was twenty-four weeks and should probably be the one on edge, not the other way around.

"nothin', 'bout to go to bed, just needed to hear your voice so i could dream about you tonight, sun."

harry blushed at the comment, smiling since he was able to enjoy the beauty that is louis' voice.

"you're heading to sleep? it's only...a quarter to eight, lou. still early."

"yeah but, need to wake up at five tomorrow to get to the field and set up the nets, babe."

"hm, who's the vibe killer now?" harry laughed, making louis roll his eyes and harry could practically hear the teasing attitude in his tone.

"you can't come over a bit? or i come to you?" harry asked, rubbing his stomach where their little girl was pushing slightly, obviously curious as to who her mama was talking to.

"nah babe, 've gotta be up early tomorrow morning and i won't be able to get out of bed with you and tickles at my side." louis replied, pulling at the loose strings from his blanket, rolling over on his side to face his door and hopefully try to fall asleep while on the phone with harry.

"pleaseee, i can't sleep peacefully without you here with me, boo...i promise i'll force you to get out of bed!"

louis sighed, contemplating whether or not he should actually let harry come over right now since the boy would probably distract him from going to bed, but honestly, it sounded really 

amazing right now and he was sort of longing to see harry since it'd been more than a normal amount of days without either of them standing face to face or even laying in the same bed together.

"all right, ask your mum or dad to drive you over, but you have to promise you won't get upset when i have to wake up early!"

"yes, yes i promise i won't!" harry replied.

louis smiled, sitting up and starting to make up his room since it was a bit of a mess and would be embarrassing if harry were to walk in right now.

"'kay, sun, let me know when you're on your way, i love you."

"i will, i love you too, lovey, see you soon."

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about a quarter past twelve

harry was woken up by a radiating pain making its way up and down his back. he moaned in pain, quickly raising a hand to his mouth to muffle his noises since the twins were just down the hallway and asleep...it took jay so long to get them sleeping—harry would hate to wake them with the regular braxton hicks that he'd been experiencing since his—woah.

harry stopped when he felt a liquid in between his thighs.

the pain in his back somehow making its way to his spine and shocking through his entire stomach.

"oh...god—" he let out a strangled cry, trying to sit up but he just couldn't—

"louis? louis?" he called repeatedly, reaching over and patting the boys back, shaking him violently to get him to wake up, but he wouldn't budge.

louis has always been a heavy sleeper but right now? jesus louis harry thought to himself.

"louis?" he struggled to whisper yell as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the rest of louis family over something that didn't feel like anything—he just needed louis.

"louis!"

the older boy finally woke up, letting out a loud snore sound before finally rubbing his eyes and looking around tiredly—still lying down.

"wassit...haz? what time is—"

"lou, i think my water broke."

that sure woke louis up.

he sat up, hearing his back crack loudly as he reached over and searched for the lamp's button to switch it on.

"turn on your light, babe." louis said.

"'s not plugged in, lou," he replied, rubbing his stomach as the pains continued, "god—boo this really hurts, i think she's comin'—"

"it's too early, sun. what happened?" louis scrambled to crawl to the other side of the bed where harry was hunched over, panting and gripping his stomach.

"my stomach—oh, fucking god, louis it hurts."

"i know, i know, where the fuck is the..." louis mumbled, getting on the floor and trying to look for the outlet and plug to get the lamp on.

"oh shit, found it—" the small lamp light on harry's side of the bed was on and louis got to his feet, offering his hand out to harry—stopping once he saw the expression on his boyfriend's face, and what was on his hand.

blood.

blood, for sure. there's no way it was anything else...just blood. all over harry, on his lap, on his hands, his pajama pants, even on louis' sheet.

"g-god...what—" harry began to hyperventilate, staring down at his hands in complete shock—feeling his chest tighten and whole body go fucking numb as he stared up at louis who had a pale ghostly look on his face.

"what—what do i do...oh my-my fucking god what do i—" harry stuttered, his hands shaking profusely.

louis wasn't even sure what to do, he just stared, eyes wide and terrified.

"i...okay just...harry, just calm down, ok? calm down 'cause i'm—i'm gonna go get my parents right now and we're gonna get you to the hospital, ok? i'm sure everything is fine." louis somehow got a hold of harry's face and was able to stop him from moving around so much and just regulate his breathing.

the curly-haired boy nodded, still staring down at his hands as tears began to pool at the rim of his eyes.

louis quickly ran down the hallway, getting to his parent's room and not even bothering to knock.

"mum! dad! dad! guys! mum!" louis yelled, shaking his parents awake and yelling to get them up.

they were startled but sat up, confused as they stared at their son, "what happened, louis?" mark asked, reaching over and turning his lamp on, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on to get a clearer look at his son

"is it the girls?" jay sounded frightened, a shaking hand on her chest—but louis didn't give her the chance to worry too much because harry was in the next room and was starting to scream out in pain.

"it's harry, he's bleeding! dad you've gotta come!" louis yanked his dad out of bed, pulling him out to the hallway and barely giving him the chance to fully wake up.

mark was stunned and froze in his son's doorway at the sight in front of him, jay followed behind the two of them, but mark pushed her away, telling her to go back to her room and look after the girls.

harry was on the floor, crying and cradling his belly so tight that he was sure it would leave a scar.

"oh god, i uh...louis get him up, i'll get the car ready!" mark hadn't even finished his sentence before he was racing down the stairs, grabbing a hoodie at the front door and slipping that on to hide his pajama shirt as well as putting on some slippers over his socks, yanking his keys off of the holder and getting outside.

"l-lou, it hurts so bad." harry whimpered, letting louis help him sit up as best as he could.

"i know, i know, we're gonna get you to the hospital right now."

everything went so quickly, first louis was helping harry change into different boxers—which he did successfully before his dad came back upstairs, saying that the car was ready and that they needed to get to the hospital now.

mark wrapped a blanket around harry before quickly scooping the boy up in his arms and carefully getting down the stairs.

louis wasn't even sure what to do with himself.

so he just grabbed a onesie from his daughter's drawers, some boxers, a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt of his own, and harry's shoes that he'd come in for him to change into once they'd gotten to the hospital—before quickly starting to make his way downstairs and to the front door.

"boo?" he stopped midway, turning around at the familiar little voice that he could only identify as daisy, his youngest sister (phoebe beat her by 12 minutes)

"hey babe, go back to bed, ok?"

"weh goin'?" she asked, she looked so tired, with her short blonde hair a ruffled mess and eyes sleepy.

"with dada and harry, ok? go on back to sleep, girly." louis motioned for her to go on. jay quickly came out at the sound of her daughter's voice and guided her back to bed.

"boo, you need to go!" jay shouted, snapping louis out of his thoughts and making him slip on some slippers at the front door, shutting it loudly behind him before making his way down the porch steps and to the car into the back seat where harry was laying down, continuing to yell in agony.

"lou, i'm afraid." he whimpered, gripping onto louis' forearm until the skin there was white

"it's okay, everything's gonna be just fine." louis promised, gripping his dad's shoulder and telling him to get to the hospital as fast as he could.

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louis wished his promises could always work.

harry refused to go to sleep or get any sort of rest until the doctor came in and was able to give them answers.

so when she finally did...and it wasn't the answers that he was hoping for. he wanted to die.

their baby, their little girl, had no heartbeat.

harry broke out screaming once again.

they had nearly every single ultrasound specialist and ob-gyn in their room at the moment, one after another coming in and having to tell harry the same news over and over again. the news and the reality that he just didn't want to accept. 

dr. lee said it was something called placental abruption. which is when the placenta detaches from wherever it is attached to and blocks the baby’s nutrients and oxygen supply.

louis didn't believe it either at first, he just thought it was some sort of sick joke that the hospital staff was playing on him and his boyfriend.

even over harry's screams and cries for another doctor to come in and check again, he could still hear the silence—the absence of what was supposed to be their daughter's heartbeat.

louis couldn't believe it.

"i recommend that you have your baby as soon as possible, tonight would be best to stop things from becoming worse and putting you in danger-"

"no! no! no! no! no!" harry screamed, rolling over on his side and holding his stomach so tight.

"harry, love, you need to stay—"

"no! i don't want her to come out! no!"

louis had to step out of the room, he couldn't bear to see harry like this any longer—or the way he'd yell at anne whenever she tried to calm him down.

dr. lee continued to tell harry the risks of carrying his baby full term—and how so much more can go wrong than harry thinks.

harry sobbed so, so hard. his screams could be heard throughout the hallway, even as far as louis got. all the things harry was saying were echoing through his head. like the world's most awful song.

louis was only called back into the room when harry finally agreed to all the things dr. lee was saying.

anne was holding onto her son who was curled up into a little ball in her arms, still crying and gripping onto her so fucking tight.

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harry lay flat on his hospital bed, hand holding onto louis' so loose that if louis wasn't gripping onto his tight it would have let go, he stared out his window past louis with an empty expression on his face, tears having dried and now leaving tracks down the sides of his eyes.

louis wasn't really sure what to feel, so he just stayed quiet while looking down at his lap.

anne had left the room and sat down the hallway to wait until harry or louis called her back in since she wanted to give the two of them their privacy.

louis only spoke when dr. lee came in, a few nurses following behind her.

"w-what's gonna happen?" louis asked, quiet and broken. if the entire room hadn't been dead silent then nobody would have been able to hear him. truly, you could hear a pin drop with how fucking quiet it was in there.

dr. lee had cried, these sorts of cases always hit her hard, especially when it was someone so young like harry. but she tried her best to put on a comforting smile for her patients. "we are gonna...give harry medicine to induce him, then we are gonna rupture his membranes to start his contractions."

louis nodded, giving harry's hand a squeeze.

"is it...uhm...is it gonna be painful for harry?"

pain? louis really wanted to ask about pain right now? the shit he was going through was painful enough.

"the oxytocin? the medicine we'll give him is gonna go in an iv and in his hand and that won't hurt, just irritate a bit."

"no, i mean the...the membranes rupturing?" louis corrected himself, feeling harry start to let go of his hand and move it up to rest it on his belly.

"it will be a bit uncomfortable, yes."

"o-okay..."

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louis honestly thought that the medicine part was gonna be worse than harry getting his water broken since he wasn't the biggest fan of needles and when dr. lee did do it, he cried a bit.

but getting his water broken was way, way worse.

louis knew it was gonna be uncomfortable but he didn't expect harry to be in so much pain.

"l-lou..." he moaned, gripping the older boy's hand.

"i know, haz...i know...she's almost done." louis replied, pushing harry's hair back and kissing his temple.

"i...lou i don't want her out...boo, she's too little to be out." he whimpered, leaning his forehead onto louis' knuckle and crying.

"i know, baby...i know...but she needs to come out now."

harry nodded, tears still pooling down his face and onto his hospital gown, before finally dr. lee removed her hands from in between harry's legs, rubbing his knee comfortingly and placing a few large pads by his bum to clean the mess.

soon, his contractions began to come in waves, each one much stronger and worse than the last.

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the next few hours were the most excruciating for both harry and louis—mostly harry since he was experiencing the worst pain he'd ever felt in his whole life.

dr. lee came in every few hours to check on him, his dilation, and blood pressure to make sure he wasn't getting himself too stressed out.

when louis checked the time on his phone, he realized that right about now he'd been in his second school hour of the day—phys ed, where his gym teacher would usually let louis and the rest of the boys in that class who were on the footy team practice for their game out on the field—but instead, louis was here. at the hospital, where dr. lee had just come in and told harry, who was crying in pain, that he was at nine centimeters and that it was time to start pushing soon.

usually, the nurses would ask that the patient only has one person in the delivery room with them, so as to not cause stress or take up too much space—but right now? harry really needed louis and his mum at his side.

how could the world be so cruel? harry thought to himself as dr. lee asked for another small push.

to put him through so much pain? hours and hours of contractions, his belly tightening around his little girl and causing lightning bolts to shoot through his entire body—all this pain to not even be rewarded at the end of it with his baby.

what the fuck did i do to ever deserve something like this?

liam and zayn sat on the library floor, on the way back near all the dusty boring old books that nobody read. they'd decided to skip phys ed, and practice. even with the substitute captain who louis had chosen a while ago to step in just in case he was sick or something wasn't good enough, and they both couldn't focus on anything right now, let alone football. louis and harry were in trouble, that's all they could think of.

"do you think they'll be ok?" zayn asked, turning to face liam who was still staring up at the popcorn ceiling of their schools' dingy old library.

"i dunno...hope so." liam replied, feeling sick to his stomach with everything that was going on. he just felt so awful for both boys.

louis had texted them on the way to the hospital saying that harry was bleeding, badly. and they only opened their phones and read it when they'd both gotten to school early for practice and realized that the nets hadn't been set up.

they hadn't received any sort of update since, and that was about eight hours ago.

"hope she's okay...their baby..." zayn muttered, his eyes going back down to his lap once he felt his eyes begin to water, and his voice starts to quiver.

liam noticed, obviously. he noticed everything about zayn, even the little things.

the brunette boy reached over, taking hold of zayn's hand and intertwining their fingers together, telling the boy to stay calm and that baby tommo-styles would be.

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dr. lee asked for just one more push from harry, and that she would be able to do the rest of the work from there on out.

even though the sun was out now and shining down so bright, harry insisted on having the blinds closed, not wanting to see any of the outside world.

louis tried to argue a bit but immediately stopped when he saw the look that anne had been giving him.

harry laid back, lips quivering and chest heaving, one hand holding his mum's tight, and the other resting on his belly.

his legs had been rested up on a pair of stirrups, so louis really wasn't doing any good by holding his ankle to keep them upright, but he needed to feel like he was doing something since harry didn't even want to touch him.

the room was quiet before, but now? pure silence. louis could hear nearly everybody's breathing as he watched dr. lee lift a tiny pink blob and wrap it into a little blanket.

louis' breath caught in his throat, he only realized that he was crying when a tear hit his lip as the scattered puzzle pieces started to place themselves together in his head, and his brain registered that the pink blob dr. lee had been holding was his daughter.

she was carefully placed on harry's chest, and the young boy wasted no time holding her in his hands.

"louis, would you like to cut the cord?" a nurse asked from somewhere beside him.

it took a while to answer since his eyes were still glued to his girl, but he nodded, taking the weird-looking pair of scissors and cutting down where dr. lee had been pointing.

harry hadn't even looked up, so lost in his daughter that he couldn't bother to do so.

she was so beautiful, so little.

her little mouth was wide open, and it almost looked like she was sleeping.

louis moved back to harry's side so quickly once he got his hands off of those scissors.

the nurses and dr. lee quickly gathered all of their materials before leaving the room, as well as anne—knowing that they'd need their privacy once again.

"she's so beautiful..." louis muttered through his tears, wiping his eyes quickly so as to not spend too much time without looking at her.

"she is..." harry whispered, rubbing her cheek softly with the pad of his thumb.

"i want her to wake up..." harry turned to face louis, basically pleading with the boy to do something.

he just wanted his daughter so, so bad.

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it'd been about two hours of harry having a body-builder grip on his daughter.

in that period, he'd sung to her, spoken to her, prayed...about a lot of things, but mostly for forgiveness since he wasn't able to carry her full term.

he almost expected some sort of miracle to happen, that maybe through his singing, she'd wake up, or squeeze her mummy's finger and let him know that she was ok.

he begged for her to be ok, to just give him some sort of sign that she was still here. he soon pulled down his gown and carefully placed her on his warm skin.

he read somewhere that normally some sort of skin contact with a baby and their mums would work in NICUs with babies who were close to dying.

"please, baby...please." he cried, rubbing circles on her back to keep her warm since she felt so, so cold.

louis wasn't sure what to say, he just stood there, watching as harry desperately tried to get their daughter to come back to life.

harry's begs continued, even after dr. lee had finally come in and asked if harry was ready for them to take her.

"no, no, 'm not ready, no," he repeated, over and over again.

he pleaded, so, so much.

no miracle happened, no magic or an act of god.

no sort of movement came from his daughter, and nothing ever would.

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louis didn't hold her. harry hadn't allowed him to, and instead, they spent the four hours of her life with harry holding her, and louis just watching and dying inside at the sight.

he thought it was selfish of harry to yell no at him and to go away when he asked to hold their daughter, even just for a little bit.

and when the doctors came in, another two hours later where anne had to physically remove her granddaughter out of harry's arms and the nurses taking her in a little moving crib and down to the NICU, louis felt his heart break beyond repair.

he left, quickly searching the hospital floor for an empty room where he could just let go.

he somehow ended up in front of the nursery, the hallway was empty and there were only a few nurses inside caring for each baby.

sobs began to wrack through his body, mumbling words to himself that could only be comprehended as a prayer.

how could god do this?

take the last six months of their baby growing away from them, preparing for her, buying all different sorts of things for her, only for it all to go away in the blink of an eye.

he clutched at his chest when a baby on the other side of the window began to cry.

he wanted to run in there and scoop the crying infant up in his arms and tell them that everything was gonna be okay so, so badly.

why isn’t anyone holding the baby? louis thought, looking around at all the nurses who seemed too busy with all the other kids to even be bothered by a crying baby.

his heart felt like it was about to give out on him.

he scratched at his chest, suddenly falling to his knees and not being able to breathe. in complete total hysteria.

louis was by no means religious, never much believed in a higher power, especially not now—but if there was somebody up there, god or whatever the fuck you wanna call them—how could they do something like this to him and harry?

but here he was, praying to something up there that could help him get through this excruciating pain that he thought was never gonna go away.

he fisted his fingers in between his locks of light brown hair, tugging and beginning to wail.

"louis?" he heard from way down the hallway, making him look up to see none other than his dad. thank fuck.

"awe, louis, c'mere." mark dropped to his knees, pulling louis to his chest.

"d-dad...she's gone."

mark carefully pried louis' hands away from his hair, letting his son hug him as tight as he needed to and for as long as he wanted, rubbing his back and whispering soft coo's in his ear to get him calm.

a few nurses stopped on their way down the hall to make sure everything was alright. mark insisted that louis just needed space so they quickly went about their business.

"i know, lou, i know."

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louis slept in his dad's lap the rest of the day, both men in the waiting room since harry made it pretty clear that he didn't need or want louis in his room with him.

once louis woke up, it was dark out, and he just wanted to go home, shower, and probably fall asleep on the couch.

so mark obeyed his son's wishes, carrying his boy to the car and ignoring all the strange looks he'd gotten from others around them who had no idea what louis was going through at the moment.

louis somehow worked up the energy to walk out of the car himself, get up the house steps, and inside where everything was quiet, the girls had probably already gone to bed and honestly, louis couldn't have been more grateful. it sounded cruel but if anything he was feeling it for their sake, if they had seen louis like this, it would have been awful.

"shit..." louis mumbled as he nearly tripped over a large box that's just been thrown on the floor right by the front door.

"what's that?" mark asked, hanging his coat up and pointing towards the discarded package.

louis shrugged, standing it up straight and dragging it over to the couch to properly open it.

and once he did, he wished he had just tossed it somewhere in the garage or had just left it in its original place by the front door.

"lou?" mark called quietly, getting the boy's attention again.

"uh...it's just...the lion i...i ordered for her." louis replied, voice starting to shake as he held the stuffed lion toy and brushed through its soft fur.

"oh, babe...'m so sorry, we can put it—"

"nah, 's fine...spent like forty pounds on this. might as well just sell it or return it..." louis stood from his place on the couch, barely smiling at his dad before making his way upstairs to his bedroom with the huge lion still in hand.

louis' eye burned once he opened his room door. his lamp light had been left on and the bulb was beginning to flicker from being on for so long.

he tossed the lion into the empty crib, just so it wouldn't take up so much space. he looked over at his bed to see his mum had probably come in and cleaned it, as well as changed the sheets, leaving a fresh new smell.

he sat down on the edge of the mattress, twiddling around with his fingers before his eyes began to drift up to the corner of his room—the corner that was supposed to be his daughters.

he heard a knock at his door, quickly wiping his nose with his zip-up sweater sleeve, calling out a strained come in to whoever was on the other side.

"hi boo bear." jay smiled as she came in, closing the door behind her and standing over in the entryway of his room for a bit, just examining her son.

"hi, mama." louis said, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands.

the bed dipped a bit, jay had taken the empty spot next to louis.

"how are you?" she asked, so quiet that nobody else except for them would hear.

"fine... 'm fine..." he replied, rubbing his hands off on his sweatpant-covered knees.

jay honestly wasn't sure why she asked, she knew that wasn't the truth. louis wasn't just fine.

"boo-"

"no really, i'm fine." louis stood up, shaking his head and looking around at all the baby things that were now in his room.

"i'm better than fine, 'm great...i didn't even—even want a baby so it's whatever, 'm fine." louis trailed off to his closet, taking all of her clothing bins out and throwing them somewhere behind him.

"louis, darling—" jay got to her feet, going over and resting her hands on louis' shoulder to try to pull him up and just hug him—cause that would help, right?

"so i can just throw all her stuff out, and her crib." louis stepped over her clothes, pushing past jay and leaving dirty shoe marks all over the little onesies and shirts. 

he went over to the crib and began to yank it out from its corner.

"louis, please stop," jay asked, standing off to the side and watching as her son began to grab everything that was even remotely related to his girl and throw it inside the crib to be tossed out on the curb.

"that stupid jersey, can just throw that out too...and...and need to paint this room again cause it's...its fucking pink!"

louis was never one to curse in front of his mum, or even raise his voice when he was anywhere near her. but right now? he was so fucking angry at everything. 

jay grabbed louis' hand just in time, right as he got his hands on the framed baby jersey and was about to smash the glass on the floor—she quickly pulled his arms to his sides, shushing him and pulling him back towards her chest.

"m-mum, let go-" 

but she didn't, she held on until louis' body stopped being so tense, and he melted in her hold.

yeah, a hug would have helped, but only a hug from his mum.

he turned around and buried himself into her chest, struggling a bit since he was much taller than her, but they made it work.

"mum...my room is pink...this was supposed to be—be for her...i want my daughter...mum—"

"i know darling, i know. i'm so, so sorry...i'm so, so sorry, boo."

louis' shoulders shake as he cries into his mum's arm, sbe rubbed circles in his back and hummed softly to steady his heartbeat that she could practically hear.

he didn't have a daughter.

he spent forty pounds on a stuffed lion that he saw on facebook where mums were using the toy as a prop for their newborn baby photo shoots.

his room was pink, and his closet was filled with baby clothes that she would never be able to wear.

he wasn't a dad, he didn't have a daughter. or a boyfriend—he thinks.

he's just louis now.

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harry didn't talk to anyone once he was finally able to leave the hospital.

louis had come back briefly to harry's hospital room before he left, just to see how he was doing, but the boy just ignored him and asked anne to make him leave.

louis ran into a kind nurse on his way out who he remembered being in the room when harry was giving birth, and asked if he could get his girl's footprints if that was at all possible.

she came back about fifteen minutes later with two papers, both of them having nearly similar footprints of their baby girl.

louis was just about to give them to harry, as a little remembering of their baby—but harry just once again yelled at louis to go away. so he listened, he slid one of the papers underneath the door and made his way out of the hospital to the car where his dad had been waiting for him.

harry got dressed into his clean clothes that his mum had brought, throwing whatever bullshit t-shirt and sweatpants louis had brought for him in the garbage.

the doctor insisted that harry be in a wheelchair to leave the hospital since what he went through was traumatic and would make walking difficult, harry almost didn't listen and was about to walk out of his room like nothing—before robin quickly scooped him up and promised the doctor that he'd carry him.

the car ride home was quiet, as expected.

and his room was just how he had it before he'd gotten pregnant—just different colored walls.

he texted gemma when he got the chance to with louis not breathing down his neck, asking her to take everything out of his room that was baby-related and just leave his stuff.

and thankfully, as much as it pained gemma to just throw all of her niece's things into storage, she listened to her little brothers ask, only leaving the framed pictures of her ultrasounds around the room in case harry wanted to keep them.

he crawled into bed, hiding underneath his sheets and choosing to just sleep—if he could.

they tried to keep it hush-hush from harry but the young boy heard dr. lee and his parents talking about a sleeping aid prescription that they could get for him. they were so worried that their son wouldn't be able to sleep after everything he'd been through.

they were right.

harry's eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping, and he didn't think he ever would again.

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the news about what had happened to harry was definitely upsetting, but liam and zayn understood completely when they came in early morning the day of their game and louis wasn't anywhere to be seen.

their game ended up being postponed a week due to "personal matters" that the school and the boy's football coach weren't ready to explain.

liam and zayn were shocked to see louis later on around school the same day.

liam and zayn were a bit nervous to talk to him, afraid that maybe louis was here physically but not mentally and wouldn't like his friends trying to talk to him so soon.

so they kept their distance, even when they all had a class together—normally during the class period where they'd all be together, the entire time they'd be cracking jokes and wrestling around until the teacher would tell them to stop. but today was different, they all sat in silence and actually listened to the lesson their teacher was explaining.

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when harry wasn't in bed pretending to be asleep—he was sitting at his desk, going through homework like a machine since niall was kind enough to ask his teachers what work he needed to complete since he had called out sick, then dropped off the work at his house.

gemma was worried, obviously.

she loved her baby brother, more than anything. so not being able to take care of him was awful.

no matter how hard harry tried to seem fine, nearly everyone knew how he was really feeling.

gemma basically begged louis to come over to the house and keep harry some company since both robin and anne would be gone for a few hours to see family. the boy somehow worked up the courage to listen and check on how harry was doing.

his parents offered multiple times for harry to join the three of them, saying that he didn't have to talk to anyone,  just be there for the sake of showing up, but he repeatedly told his parents to just go without him. the idea of being home alone for a while with peace and quiet seemed like such a great idea.

after the sound of the family car pulling out of the driveway was heard, the young boy made his way downstairs to the garage. rummaging through his...the baby's things. their crib, toys, clothes, and other little trinkets, throwing them out to the hallway and climbing over some of him and gemma's old items from when they were younger to get to the garbage bags in the way back.

he unraveled one of those big black trash bags that they only really used during a spring cleaning, bringing it with him and closing the garage door behind him. as windy as it was outside, he left the mesh screen door open to be able to take the trash out once he was done getting rid of everything. 

he began to pick everything up, balling up all of the baby's onesies and tossing them into the garbage bag.

he nearly shit himself when he looked up to see louis outside the door, knocking and waving for him to open the door.

"god..." he mumbled, stepping over all of the trash and reaching the front door to push it open and let the shivering boy inside

"frickin' breezy' out there, eh?...it's basically summer too." louis said, not really expecting an answer but surprised when he got one.

"mhm..." harry hummed, walking back over to his original spot as louis began to rub his hands together in order to get warm.

"you didn't go with your family?"

silence for a bit...before—"nah..."

louis nodded, thinking about taking his shoes off but not completely sure if he should because what if harry didn't want him staying for long?

"i thought i'd stay for dinner so maybe we can ord—wait...what are you doing?" louis asked, finally looking down and seeing the mess of pink that was scattered all around the hallway.

harry shrugged, grabbing the pink baby walker that jay had bought for them and stuffing it into the trash bag.

"why're you throwin' all her stuff out?" louis began to panic at the sight in front of him, approaching harry and beginning to pick the items up off of the floor and carry them.

"i'm getting rid of it, why else would i be putting it in a trash ba-"

"no! you can't get rid of this stuff."

"why? does your mum want it back-"

"harry, this is her stuff...you can't just—just throw it out...all of this stuff...you can't get rid of it." louis practically cried, taking the most important things like her clothes and stuffed animals and piling them on the couch.

"it's garbage, louis. nobody is using it."

"no! you can't just fucking forget about her!"

"louis, stop—"

"how can you just get rid of all of this stuff?! i thought you loved her!"

harry stared in shock as louis snatched the trash bag out of his hands and began to dump everything out onto the carpet.

"louis, i'm not trying to get rid of her you asshole, i just need this stuff out of my house."

the older boy just scoffed, starting to fold all his of his daughter's clothes before harry quickly pushed him away.

"louis, stop fucking around dude, they're just clothes! what the fuck is the point of keeping them with no baby to be able to wear them!"

"cus’ it's our baby's clothes! we aren't gonna forget about her and act like she never happened! how dare you try to throw all of this stuff out, you stupid fucking dick!"

harry's jaw dropped, his eyes beginning to water at louis' words.

how could he even say something like that to him? louis has always been so nice, gentle, and soft-spoken—especially when it came to harry. the younger boy was far too sensitive for anything different.

louis' face softened once he realized what he had said.

holy fuck

"haz...h, i'm so sorry, i—shit i didn't mean to say that—"

harry lost it, throwing a punch and hitting louis square on the cheek, pushing until he had fallen on the floor. "fuck you! fuck you! fuck you! fuck you! fuck you a-and your stupid daughter and your stupid fucking...fuck you! get the fuck out, i hate you! i hate you! i fucking hate you! i never wanna see you ever again for as long as i live, you fucking worthless piece of shit! get the fuck out!" the younger boy screamed, pointing towards the door and shoving louis to get him up.

"harry, please. i'm so—"

"get out!"

louis regretfully and sadly pushed himself to his feet, stumbling out of the house and walking down the driveway in shame

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harry locked himself in his room for the next week. still nowhere to be found at school.

he really tried to get better. to force himself to be better and just act normal again.

he threw out the majority of his daughter's clothes and was almost happy to see it all get thrown out for good—but...he still didn't feel completely right.

he'd cry, nearly every night. holding one of his baby girl's onesies close to his chest and stuffing his face into a pillow so his parents wouldn't hear.

anne would always freak out anytime she'd hear harry crying and run upstairs to make sure he was all right, and robin—as much as harry loved him— he just wouldn't ever know what to say. he really wished to have a fresh start, and never see anyone in this godforsaken place ever again.

gemma was barely home with finals and everything starting up and having to focus so hard on that, so harry would just keep whatever he was feeling inside. most of the time a hug from his mum would help and somehow do the trick, but honestly, he just wanted his daughter so, so bad. to just see her and hold her again—even just for a little bit.

harry wished she stayed in his belly a bit longer, just a few more months so she could have grown big and strong and be his little girl.

but he knew that wasn't ever gonna happen. he'd probably never even get the chance to be a father...or mother, or whatever the fuck he is—was, ever again. and that just made him want to die.

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louis wasn't sure what to say to make things better. he felt bad knowing that he'd fucked up any chance he ever had with getting back with harry.

harry was on his mind the entire school day, nonstop wondering how he was or whether or not he should text him. during lunch he thought about leaving early just to see him, but it didn't seem like the greatest idea. liam and zayn tried their best to comfort him subtly without bringing too much attention to him—mostly by playing games of football and letting louis win the majority of the time, or racing and also letting him win.

it didn't help much, only subside the pain briefly before he would see liam and zayn kiss or begin to push at each other's shoulders and tease one another.

oh yeah—did louis mention zayn and liam were a thing now? they'd been dating for around a week and from what louis heard around from other friends, they were doing it every single one of their free periods.

louis warned them to watch out before zayn ended up knocked up himself.

he didn't really like feeling like such a third wheel so...he grabbed his book bag and got his ass up to leave and give the couple their much-wanted space.

"ya leavin'..." zayn said, it sounded a bit like a question but—more of a statement. like he knew it was inevitable that at some point louis was gonna up and go, that he would get bored at some point and just want to do his own thing.

"yeah...wanted to see if i could swing by harry's quickly...just to see 'em." louis replied, pulling his bag over his shoulder and saying a quick goodbye to both boys before turning on his heels and beginning to walk off the football field.

liam and zayn knew they should have said something—just to stop louis and get his head straight. but they both didn't even fully understand what he was going through so they weren't going to push it or question how he was choosing to cope.

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it was hard to convince his parents at first—but after one super, super long conversation between the three of them sat together at the dinner table, they finally agreed.

gemma wasn't completely fine with it, if anything she was gonna be living farther away from her family than before. that was gonna be so hard since the process of coming home to see them was gonna be so difficult...but as long as harry felt comfortable, then this is what they were gonna do.

so that was that.

harry and his family were moving. for good. honestly, harry felt so great about it—a fresh new start would be an amazing chance for something better. even if it wasn't for long. he was just happy to be getting away.

"all right, har, i've got your shoes and everything—and uncle jack just answered and said we can stay with him for a bit until we can find a place. how does that sound?" robin asked, carrying a box filled with all of harry's shoes in his arms. multiple things thrown on top of him so he could carry them down to the moving truck.

"good," harry replied, "does he have a room for the three of us or will i have to sleep with his weird kids...cause if that's the case they've got a dog don't they? i might as well just sleep in the cage with it then cause i refuse to sleep with those monsters."

robin just laughed, carefully making his way down the stairs and outside.

harry smiled a bit to himself since he was able to make his dad laugh, going back to packing his clothes into his suitcase so they could hit the road.

louis stuffed his hands in his basketball shorts pockets as he crossed the street and walked down the road until harry's house came into sight. he had hoped that robin and anne would be out somewhere so he and harry could have some sort of alone time and actually have a conversation without his parents having to listen.

but by the looks of it, his parents and their families car was parked in the driveway, as well as a huge moving truck.

"what the fuck..." louis mumbled under his breath, slowly walking up the driveway and smiling as best as he could once he and robin locked eye contact. the man was handing off a few boxes that were filled to the brim to these men who louis assumed were movers.

"hi lewis," robin smiled, "what brings you over?"

"uh...just wanted to see harry...is-is he home?"

"he certainly is, upstairs in his room packing—"

"packing? f-for what?" louis asked, starting to rub at his arm nervously.

"harry hasn't told you?"

"n-no?"

robin just explained for louis to go upstairs and talk to harry since this seemed like more of a them situation to be discussed.

so louis listened and quickly made his way upstairs, running past a few sweaty muscly men carrying boxes outside to the back of the truck. his fast feet didn't stop until he was stood a few feet away from harry's door, peering inside to see the boys back was turned to him, still rummaging through his clothes and neatly folding them into a duffle bag.

"harry?"

the younger boy jumped a bit, turning to face the door and his face started to go red at the sight of louis.

"i told you i didn't wanna see you again—what don't you get of that?!"

"i just...i just wanted to talk, h. please—"

"no, i don't wa—"

"you're moving?"

harry stopped being so angry once louis had said that, feeling a pit starting to form in his stomach.

"i-it's none of your concern—"

"of course, it is." louis eyed the packed suitcase that was rolled beside harry's bed and the nearly full duffle bag. harry's room was practically empty, all of the big items such as his bookcase and desk were gone and everything else was in boxes.

"louis, please go," harry said, desperate at this point to get louis out of his fucking house cause he was so tired of doing this—feeling this stupid fucking feeling over and over again.

"no! 'm not just gonna leave when you've just told me that you're moving! where are you going? for how long? why didn't you tell—"

harry sighed, pulling at his hair as he sat down on his bare mattress and putting his head into his hands.

"cause i knew this is how you'd react! we aren't even fucking together anymore, asshole, so what does it matter?"

louis stepped inside the boy's room, closing the door behind him and roughly tossing his bag to the floor. "we nearly had a child together, harry! what d'ya mean what does it matter!"

"i need to get away...from this—from you, from everything and…cause i just...i can't live like this anymore, louis! it sucks...i hate having to-to be home every day knowing that...that this would have been her room...her home...i could have been a mum but i...i'm not. i just can't...i won't live like this anymore, i won't!"

"don't leave me, harry. please, please don't—where the fuck are you even going?" louis begged, going down to his knees and in front of harry.

"there's...it's not far...my uncle lives in bradford...so we're gonna stay there with him until we find another place—"

"bradford?! are you serious?"

"louis, get up, please, get up—"

"no, no, i love you, i love you so much, harry. please don't leave, please."

louis' eyes began to fill with tears, bowing his head down into harry's lap and beginning to sob at the thought of harry moving away. he would do anything to make him stay, and he means anything. the older boy wrapped his arms around harry's waist, holding him so tight he was sure the boy's skin would bruise.

"you don't understand, lou...please go."

"help me understand, please sun? please."

"lou...i don't...i can't with... every time i look at you, i see her," harry cried, "i wish that she looked like me...i was positive that when she came out she'd be my mini. but...we both have eyes, lou…we both could see she was your twin...she looked just like you…and every time i see you...your stupid face...i just think of her and i don't want to anymore...so please just go, please go now." the boy began to claw at louis' arms, pushing them away from him and shoving louis until he was far away from him.

louis wanted to die hearing that...the fact that louis would have done anything in his power to get harry to stay, and harry would have done anything in his to make louis leave.

the sobbing boy forced himself to his feet, grabbing his book bag and wasting no time in getting the fuck out of there. he stormed past both anne and robin packing up whatever bullshit was left over in the living room.

he made his way home a crying mess, wiping at his eyes and trying his best to look normal before walking inside.

he honestly could even believe harry. how could he ever say something like that?

it's not like this was any easier on louis than it was on harry.

he honestly hoped that at some point through the next few months, maybe they'd heal and come back to one another. but no, not after all of this. louis used to look at harry and see a future, for the both of them, he would see the love of his life and the man he was for sure gonna marry at some point. but now? he sees nothing.

louis went to bed that night with a heavy heart, feeling empty inside—like nothing mattered...like he didn't matter.

and maybe he didn't.

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14 years later

"clifford! hey! get out of there!" louis shouted, whistling for the big clumsy dog to get out of the bushes since the man was always having to pick leaves out of his fur.

"good boy, bruce, you stay there bud." louis said, dropping bruce's leash and walking down the large hill to get to his devil of a dog since the well behaved one was too busy sitting in the snow and waiting for his owner to return.

"come on, ya big brat...get out of there." louis said, struggling a bit to pull clifford out of the snow covered bush and laughing once he finally pulled him out and saw that he had snow all over his face.

"you are so bad, y'know that? but i love you, yes i do? yes i do." louis knew that baby talking dogs was probably one of the most embarrassing things you could do, but he wasn't around anybody so...he was gonna baby talk away. especially since it was the only way cliff would answer.

"c'mon now, let's go home." he helped guide the big dog back up the hill where bruce was still laid down and waiting for his brother and dad to come back.

bruce and clifford understood the word home and jumped once they came into contact with one another, pulling on their leashes and dragging their dad towards the direction of their home.

both dogs pushed inside as soon as they heard the door unlock and shook the snow off of themselves, letting louis take their leashes and winter coats off before running to the coach to let themselves dry.

louis smiled at the sight of his dogs all sprawled out on the couch and intertwined together, starting to snore quietly as they both went into a deep sleep.

they must be tired from menacing and running outside all day louis thought to himself.

both dogs always loved the sight of the christmas lights on the tree being on, so louis quickly made his way over to the power outlet, plugging the tiny but bright tree in and fixing a few ornaments that looked out of place.

louis never hated christmas growing up, especially since his birthday came right before christmas, and two holidays together like that always meant gifts and gifts meant joy and joy was...well, joy was amazing.

but now, he didn't really like the lights that once held such significance to him. the lights that his mum used to say were hung up and turned on just for him to celebrate his birthday.

jay passed away around seven years ago, and fizzy about four.

life just hasn't been the same since they left.

he thought moving away after highschool would somehow help, a new start would have been great for him. but just five years later, jay was diagnosed with cancer and sadly passed away in the comfort of her own home, surrounded by her children.

louis tried his best to stick with his sisters, comfort them as much as possible to somehow make things better—but let's be real, without jay things were never gonna be better again.

but after felecite, he just couldn't deal anymore. he didn't move too far, but he sure didn't look back or even try to stick around any longer afterwards. he hasn't reached out to any of 

them since then and he didn't think he ever would.

he enjoyed his quiet life, with clifford and bruce. they were the perfect family to him...so no, he didn't need his sisters, or his dad, or to go out and try to find someone to be with forever...or even have kids.

he was completely content on his own.

yeah. i'm happy louis thought, flicking his lighter on and lighting his blunt, taking in a big deep breath as he sat out on the back porch, staring up at the sky snd the sun that was starting to set.

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"merry christmas eve eve uncle louis!" all louis' little nieces and nephews cheered, holding little and big bags of gifts up to the man's face.

"hey there, babes! thank you all so much, oh my goodness, look at all of these gifts! all for me?" louis asked, smiling and opening the door wider to let all the little monsters in.

"we bought them all for you uncle lou, here!" levi yelled, pulling his uncle to the living room to have him sit down and begin to open his gifts.

but before he could do anything, he had to give liam and zayn a hug since it's felt like forever since he's seen them. (he actually saw them like two days ago but shhh)

"hey mate, sorry to spring on ya', but the kids really wanted to see you before your birthday." liam said, hugging louis tight and ruffling his hair as he watched his and zayn's kids all crowd around bruce and clifford, the two dogs so happy to see the little ones since they always gave them treats and played around with them.

"nah, are you kidding? i love seeing them, it's always a great time." louis replied with a smile, scooting past the youngest set of twins, who were stood holding hands with their papa, to get to zayn who was heavily pregnant with baby number eight!

"hey love, how're ya?" louis asked, smiling at the sight of zayn who was just glowing even at eight months.

"y'know, ready to not be pregnant anymore." zayn laughed, side hugging louis since his belly was just too big for anything different.

"you say that all the time, bro." louis said, setting a hand on zayn's back and helping him to the couch, letting him sit and resting his feet up on a few pillows and making sure he was comfortable.

zayn and liam got pregnant a year after they started dating. so...seventeen. honestly louis wasn't surprised when liam called him at four in the morning going on about something and saying that he was gonna be a dad. at the rate those two were going with banging any time they got the chance, louis knew it was just a matter of time before zayn got knocked up.

"uncle lou, are those presents for us?!" luka asked, pointing towards the mountain of gifts underneath louis' small tree.

"you bet they are! from me and santa, so why don't you guys go ahead and sit around the tree to open them!" louis cheered, going into the fridge to grab a water for zayn and motioning for all the kids to sit.

"the gifts are just from uncle louis, santa doesn't ex—"

liam was quick to yell over his oldest sons sentence, telling all the kids to begin opening the presents that had their names on them. 

zayn noticed his sons annoyed mood and pulled on his sleeve and told him to sit down beside him.

zayden was the oldest out of all the kids, he was thirteen and kind of going through that stage where he was just a little asshole to anyone he came across.

"hey zay, i think there are some xbox shaped gifts under the tree with your name on them from santa, why don't you go over with your papa and open them up, yeah?" louis offered, coming back with zayn's water and a cup of tea for him.

zayn thanked his best friend and nudged for zayden to go over and open his presents.

after zayden, there's maddox who is eleven and surely took after his uncle louis' personality, he was a complete riot and was always cracking jokes to make anyone and everyone laugh. 

then landon who is ten and really into anything spider-man (just like his uncle), he was so softspoken and a bit more on the shy side but once he got comfortable, he was very talkative—the day after landon was born, liam had proposed to zayn, making that day so much more special. 

then there's levi and luka, the boy twins, who were eight year old angels, so well behaved and kind hearted like liam and zayn. zayn was about six months pregnant with the twins when he and liam had gotten married, their boys as the ring bearers and louis and niall as best men.

and of course, last but not least, zayn and liam's only little girls so far, leilani and zaya who were also twins, they were the cutest three year olds louis had ever come across, the two of them were into any and everything pink and were attached to their papa like little leeches.

levi, luka and maddox looked just like liam, brown—nearly blonde hair, light brown eyes, and the cutest little faces. they also carried his personality, very stern when they had to be, but also so filled with energy and enthusiasm, always pushing their siblings to do their best.

while zayden, landon, leilani and zaya had stolen zayn's entire face the second they were born. down to his jet black hair, (a full head of hair when they were born which explained all the heartburn zayn had experienced), his dark brown eyes, his smile, and his personality as well. they were all very shy at times, but also very, very polite (zayn and liam raised them all very well), but once they got comfortable around you, they were the biggest balls of energy ever.

one thing was for sure though, they were all amazing, kind and respectful kids that louis loved so much.

"mama! look! i got an xbox!" zayden yelled, showing off the big box to his mum who smiled and asked to get a better look.

"thanks lou so much, you really didn't have to get them all this, they're spoiled rotten as it." zayn said, smiling over at his best friend who just shrugged and waved him off.

"i love seeing them so happy, and they deserve it with how good they've been this year."

as for the baby currently chilling inside zayn's tummy, the couple chose to keep the gender a surprise for the whole family.

louis wasn't sure how they did it, to raise seven beautiful kids and make them all perfect and still choose to have more—it was beyond him but they honestly did such a great job at it.

zayn was a warrior especially for going through pregnancy six times and looking amazing doing it.

"ask papa to help you set it up once we get home, okay?" zayn said, handing the box back over to his son before sipping on his tea.

"yes mama." zayden replied, setting his xbox somewhere behind him and hugging his uncle louis to thank him.

they spent the next few hours into the night opening presents. louis, liam and zayn 'ah'ing and 'ooh'ing as the kids all opened their very expensive gifts. the girls having help to open their toys and little bags of clothes that were of course, all pink.

louis enjoyed the bunch of gifts he had gotten and was so grateful to liam and zayn for spending time with him tonight.

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third pov

14 years later for harry as well

harry rubbed his tummy nervously as his baby girl continued to kick him in the ribs, trying his best to calm her down since singing, reading, eating and sleeping didn't help at all—maybe a massage would.

"let me be for a bit, baby girl. mama needs some rest." harry mumbled, pushing himself off of his bed and to his feet, sometimes walking or any sort of movement really would get her to stop, so harry wasn't sure why she was being relentless tonight.

"only a few more weeks, babe, and you'll be in my arms, okay? so let's cool it with the excitement for tonight." harry continued walking in circles around his bedroom before trailing off to his daughters nursery, looking down at his wrists and pulling his hair tie off his arm, bunching his hair together and putting it into a messy low bun.

"mummy loves you, baby, you heard me?" harry asked, feeling a slight kick at his belly button and laughing once realizing that it was her tush.

"and christmas is coming up, you know that? only two more days, how exciting is that? unless you decide to come early and become a christmas baby, how's that sound? i've got all your little gifts under the tree and i won't open them until you come out and we can see them together, yeah?"

harry absolutely looooooooooved to talk to his girl, especially since now she could hear him and he felt as if she was listening to every stupid little joke he said. he could tell she was already tired of her mama.

the man decided to go down the hall and get started on dinner, hoping that it would take his mind off of the slight pain he was feeling everytime his daughter kicked at him.

it was a little bit into the new year when harry decided to start a family of his own. he hadn't really been into the whole dating scene and didn't ever try to flirt with any guy, and he was do everything in his power to make sure he wasn't hit on. he thought about surrogacy or adoption since he wasn't completely sure if he wanted to be pregnant.

so he asked the most fertile and well educated person on this subject he knows.

zayn and liam had promised that leilani and zaya were their last kiddos since they had too many damn kids. but the whole subject on baby making and harry asking how zayn dealt with pregnancy just made the couple want to have another one.

harry was a bit nervous at first but zayn had recommended other ways harry could have a baby, like adoption and asking someone else to carry them for him. but if he was okay with being pregnant then he could always look into a sperm donor.

which is exactly what harry did, and after just one try and a visit to the ultrasound clinic in mid april, harry discovered he was pregnant and he couldn't have been happier.

harry nearly shit his pants during his fifteen week ultrasound when his doctor told him he was expecting a healthy baby girl.

he was nervous at first, obviously. but after a lot of talks with zayn, and an endless amount of support from his family and friends, he was so excited for his baby to be born and he was honestly getting impatient with how long it seemed there was until he would finally meet her.

not to mention he was absolutely huge now and he was so ready to lose his belly and have his baby instead.

"harry? ya 'ere preggosaurus?" harry heard from the front door, smiling since that voice could only be recognized as his best friends, he quickly closed the fridge and quickly but carefully made his went to the hallway.

"hey niall!” harry beamed as he brought the blonde man in for a hug, bumping his round belly into niall's flat one, and apologizing—but niall loved it.

right now his two best friends were pregnant and happy, zayn about a month behind harry, and harry...well, he's about to pop! as long as they were happy, then so was niall.

"how're ya, pet?" niall asked, rubbing harry's back and kissing his cheek since that's how they've always greeted eachother.

"'m good, a bit of heartburn last night but that's what i get for eating spicy noodles."

"yeah, and how's my goddaughter?"

"she's good, kicking up a storm as of last night, feel her." harry said, pulling his baggy baby-pink t-shirt up and displaying his bump, grabbing at niall's free hand since the other one was holding a paper brown bag, and guiding it to the spots where she was kicking most.

"wow, and she's been like this all night?"

"yup, non-stop making her presence known—whatcha got there?" harry asked, pointing at the bag he had in hand.

"some chinese food, knew you'd be hungry around now so i thought to come over and have lunch with you." the man said, giving one last little rub to harry's belly before going off to the small dining room and setting the bag on the table before wandering into the kitchen to grab plates and forks.

harry smiled, pulling his shirt down and feeling a bit confused at whether that butterfly feeling in his stomach was the baby or his nerves.

him and niall had been spending a lot of time together lately, really ever since about five years ago. when they were in their mid twenties and roommates.

harry didn't want to admit out loud the feelings he had for niall since he already knew that the man didn't reciprocate those feelings to him.

there were times where harry thought maybe...just maybe niall could.

like when he calls harry beautiful, or plays around with his hair while they cuddle (as friends) while watching a movie or something. or earlier in his pregnancy when he felt so alone and wouldn't know who to call or what to do—and niall would always reach out and make sure he was okay. or when they'd have sleepovers not too long ago and the baby just wouldn't stop kicking, niall would always lay down by harry's stomach and talk to the growing girl, telling her to chill out and that he'd sing to her if she promised to behave...then a few hours later, harry would wake up in the middle of the night to niall hugging his waist, his face curled into the pregnant boys neck—and harry would feel just so, so loved. 

he had to admit, he really wished that niall was more than a godfather to his daughter.

"thanks ni." harry replied, walking off to the dining table and sitting down across from niall who was currently serving him a plate full of everything he wanted, making him say a quiet thank you, niall just smiled as a reply.

"you're not busy tonight?" harry asked, wondering why niall came over when he could've been doing really anything more fun.

"a little bit, i guess. but i thought i'd stop by to eat with you and girly."

harry nodded, digging into his food once niall had finally sat down and began to eat from his plate.

"what're you up to afterwards?"

niall just shrugged before getting up and going off to the fridge, asking what harry wanted to drink.

"a water is fine, and what does—" harry copied niall’s shrug, "that mean?" 

"nothing...just...me, liam and zayn are going to louis' for a bit to celebrate his birthday early since tomorrow liam's got that work thing." he replied, grabbing two waters from the back of the fridge and passing one to harry.

"that's fun...are the kids going?" harry asked, opening the water and taking a long sip.

"i'm gatherin so...y'know how they all are with birthday parties."

it went quiet after that.

harry had honestly forgotten about louis' birthday. he was more focused on his daughter than anything. so...

"i won't be there long...just gonna eat some dinner with them then head out...we can watch a movie or somethin' if you want?"

"yeah, that sounds good."

"'kay..."

they ate in silence, harry having to take a second and stop eating to get the baby to stop kicking while niall asked to feel since maybe he could get her to stop—which he did.

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it'd been a few hours since niall left, saying he'd be back at around ten so they could watch a movie and hang out a bit more before it got too late and harry wouldn't get the full eight hours of sleep that him and the baby need.

harry slept mostly, lounging around in nothing but his boxers and a pair of socks, changing positions from the couch to his bedroom down the hall.

eventually he got tired of sleeping and decided to go into the little storage room that he turned into his music room, where he sung and composed all his songs.

the baby loved when harry sang, at times she wouldn't care much for it but it was almost like she knew when they were in the music room because she would instantly calm down and listen to whatever song her mummy was gonna sing for her.

"alright, you can choose what mummy sings tonight, 'kay?" harry said, sitting down in his comfy chair and propping his feet up.

"first option we've got is have and hold...?" harry waited for a kick...nothing.

"okay....anna?" nothing...

"baby honey?" nothing...

"hunger?" nothing...

"girly, 'm not singing already home again, y'know that one makes mumma sad." he said, rubbing the side of his stomach as she began to kick, angry that her mummy would ever even think to tell her no.

"how 'bout...ophelia?" harry suggested, but girly just wouldn't give because she knew what she wanted.

"fine, but only a little bit 'cause my backs killin' me."

harry hissed as another sharp pain made its way down his back and to his ass.

"okay...er...how does it go again...uh...i've been waiting, every day since..."

he could physically feel his girl starting to calm down and smiled since his voice seemed to have that effect.

"the last time we met...i can't forget what we parted ways with...i see your face, can't stop look—oh...fuck." harry stopped, sitting up and clutching his stomach at the feeling of the muscles in his abdomen tightening.

"what the...fuck...girly...what happened? i thought you liked this song?"

he hissed and quickly sat up, rubbing his stomach to get the pain to stop—he wasn't sure what to do—walking didn't feel right cause of how bad everything hurt.

"o-okay...what song do you want then—ah...shit...okay...how 'bout we take a nap? huh?"

harry pushed himself off of his chair, turning the lights in his music room off and going down the hallway to his bedroom.

the pain had gone away...so maybe baby girl just didn't wanna sing anymore. besides, taking a nap with how quiet his apartment was seemed best

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harry woke up at about eight-thirty. drenched in sweat and crying already with how bad the pain had gotten. he assumed that sleeping it off would somehow help or at least distract him from it for a bit, but boy was he wrong.

"ow...girly, what's wrong? why're you hurting mummy?" harry asked, rolling over and pushing himself off of his bed, holding his bare stomach which felt much heavier than usual—and leaving his room to go to the bathroom.

"oh...fuck!" he yelled, gripping the closest thing to him which happened to be the doorframe to the bathroom and leaning on it, feeling a warm liquid begin to drip down his legs and puddle at his feet, wetting his socks.

"shit...oh girly, are you coming?" harry said, really feeling clueless at this point on what to do since it was way too soon for her to be coming.

he wasn't even completely sure that his water was breaking and was honestly terrified.

his boxers were soaked now at the crotch and he was still gripping at the doorframe and starting to cry harder since the liquid hadn't seemed to stop coming out and he was starting to get really worried.

he fixed his hair and put it up into a high bun now since his neck was on fire—he felt so nervous—not sure who to call...well he knew who to call. but he didn't wanna bother him. especially not tonight since this day felt so special to him being with his friends. harry wouldn't wanna take him away from that.

but...who else was he supposed to call?

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Chapter Text

third pov

same night

"hey babies!" louis jumped at the noise and turned around to see niall had burst in through the front door holding bags of gifts and three boxes of pizza.

of course, he always had to make a dramatic entrance to try and be the favorite uncle.

"uncle nini!" they all shouted, running towards the blonde man and hugging his legs while zayden and maddox helped him with the pizza.

"i didn't know you were coming over, nialler." louis said, taking the gift bags out of his hand and leaving them under the tree for later while liam helped his husband off the couch and held his hand to the dining room table.

"didn't wanna miss out on the early birthday and christmas celebration, lou." nialler replied, holding leilani on his hip before hugging the three boys and asking zayn how he and the baby were doing.

"i knew you'd guys have a whole football team of kids at some point, but jesus liam, stay off of him!" niall shouted, pushing liam's shoulder back and making the two parents laugh.

"stay off of who?" levi asked, sitting beside his uncle niall and opening the second box of pizza to take out a slice of pepperoni pizza onto his plate with the help of his big brother.

"nobody lev, eat your pizza, bud." niall replied, fixing the little boys disheveled shirt as he kept on innocently eating his food. 

the blonde man grabbed two slices for him and leilani, offering the little girl on his lap a piece of pepperoni which she gladly took with a quiet "thank you"

zaya and maddox were sat at their mama's side, zaya's slice had to be cut into little pieces for her to enjoy it, while maddox was happy eating his pizza whole, one hand on his food and the other set on his mama's belly, feeling his little brother or sister kick at his palm.

boy these kids could eat niall thought. he knew he should have ordered four boxes instead of three.

the other kiddos were spread out somewhat, luka sitting on one side of his papa's lap and landon on the other, quietly talking to his papa and telling him all about the lego spider-man's uncle lou had gotten him and expressing how excited he was to build them when they got home. while zayden was sat behind his mama, leaning his forehead on his mum's shoulder, watching a movie on his papa's phone, not really interested in whatever "grownup" conversation his mum, dad and uncles were having at the moment.

liam disappeared a bit after they'd finished eating, the kids beginning to run around louis' small house and playing a game of tag.

niall tidied the dining table up with the help of the two oldest boys, taking out small plates and forks while louis looked confused, before the lights turned off and he watched as liam came back into sight holding a little cake, candles on the cake that read 31

he smiled as all the kids crowded around and sang while zayn set a paper crown on top of his head.

"happy birthday dear uncle louuu! happy birthday to youuu!" they all cheered, clapping and shouting for louis to make a wish so they could smash his face in the cake.

afterwards, once louis' face was covered in icing, they cut the cake and louis nearly cried at all the love he felt surrounding him.

niall's phone began to ring so he apologized, saying he was gonna step outside to take the call and be right back to continue the celebration. louis replied with a quiet okay as he started to wipe at his face with a napkin.

zayden and maddox asked if they could play in the front yard in the snow with the dogs since it wasn't that late and the street lights were still on. zayn was just about to consider their ask since bruce and clifford would never let anything happen to the boys—before niall came rushing back inside, asking if he could talk to zayn privately.

the pregnant man nodded, having niall help him to his feet before going into the hallway where they could be heard whispering to one another.

louis was a bit suspicious but didn't bring much attention to it since zayden and maddox went on to asking him if they could go outside to play in the snow.

"wait until your ma comes back, babe. o-or go ask your pa...pa" louis trailed his sentence off as he watched now both zayn and niall rush over to liam and begin to whisper something to him, watching liam's eyes widen.

now this is getting ridiculous louis thought, leilani snapping him out of his thoughts as she began to pull at his hair and gesture that she wanted more cake. he quickly listened and offered her another bite of cake.

"guys, what's the matter?" louis asked, getting all of their attention and making niall just shake his head, "nothing, just...uh...trying to figure something out."

"figure what out?"

"nothing." zayn quickly replied, continuing to whisper to his husband and look back and forth at him and niall.

louis wasn't buying it and once leilani had finished up her cake, louis handed her over to maddox who sighed since he probably wasn't gonna be able to go outside and play in the snow. 

"guy seriously, what's wrong?" he asked, looking at the three of them who just continued to say that nothing was wrong and that they were just talking.

"it's practically my birthday and you guys aren't gonna tell me what's going on?"

niall huffed, wanting to give in and tell louis what was going on but he, liam and zayn had promised to keep this to themselves since louis still didn't know.

"it's just...uh...well it's that...uh...harry...harry's in labor." he finally said. making a weird noise come out of louis' mouth that he could only label as a gasp maybe?

"o-oh..."

"we were just gonna...try to figure out uh...who was gonna stay here...while the other two took him to the hospital..."

"uncle harry's havin' his baby?" landon asked, getting all of the kids attention because this was some exciting news! at least to them it was.

"well...uh...you guys all might as well go...if-if he's in labor......i mean...he's in labor? really? like he's...he's having a baby? now?" louis asked, looking at niall who just nodded. trying to talk over all the kids celebrating but it was kind of hard because they were really loud.

"y-yeah...but we don't all have to go—it's just that his parents are in rome and it's gonna be a while before they get there and he wanted at least two of us to be there until then so—" liam tried to explain, but louis just stopped him, saying it was okay and that he understood.

"no, no it's fine. i can stay with the kids and you guys can just come back whenever afterwards...is he uh—he's back in doncaster then? a-and he doesn't have anyone? what about his boy-boyfriend or—"

"he's back but...he doesn't have a boyfriend, lou...seriously one of us can stay—"

"if he's alone then you guys should all go, really. go, it's fine, i don't mind staying with the kids until you're back."

zayn and liam felt bad, but they really didn't wanna leave harry alone for so long. robin and anne were in italy for fucks sake and a flight back to doncaster would take way too long.

niall felt even worse leaving louis. after harry moved to bradford, the irish lad and louis had gotten close—but still, harry was always gonna come first in any sort of situation.

liam and zayn would have offered to just take the kids with them so louis could have a peaceful night, but...bringing all the little monsters to the hospital while they're uncle was giving birth? that just wasn't realistic.

it took a bit more convincing from louis, but they all somehow got their shoes, coats on and made their way to niall's car, speeding off to help harry through this whole process.

louis sighed, but instead of throwing his night into the garbage, he helped all the kids get their shoes, coats, scarves, gloves and beanies on so they could go out to the backyard with the dogs and play for a bit.

liam and zayn won't be gone that long, right?

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it was the next morning, christmas eve—louis' birthday.

in all honesty, louis was burnt the fuck out. so tired from having to watch seven kids the previous night.

liam and zayn had come home at around eleven-thirty, picking the sleepy kids up and thanking louis for watching them for the few hours they were gone.

louis hadn't really bothered to ask how harry was, instead he just cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and living room and put the cake away in the fridge for some other day, going to his room and passing out as soon as his head hit his pillow, bruce and clifford sleeping at his sides.

he didn't want to admit it but, he was every curious as to if harry had his baby.

he had instagram, he knew that. but he never searched harry's name up or tried to make any efforts to reach out.

absolutely no contact for fourteen years. but he just couldn't help himself.

he tore his house to shreds looking for his phone since he'd given it to maddox and zayden to play on but he didn't remember where they had placed it afterwards.

once he did find it, thankfully it had about seven percent left, he went onto instagram.

he typed "harry" into the search bar to see if that would give him any familiar results. 

but nothing.

so..."harry styles" might work. he hoped.

and it did! but he wasn't sure if that was something he should be happy about.

harrystyles

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mama to be!

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song writer/singer

give my first song a listen! (don't let me go, hs)

jesus...harry sure did have a lot of followers, and when did he start to make music? or sing?

louis took a deep breath before beginning to scroll, his eyes softening at a few of harry's earlier posts from this month, some were of him holding his bump and smiling with the happiest captions.

others were of him sitting in some sort of music studio and rubbing his belly while singing, or cuddled up on a couch with who louis assumed to be his cat on top of his belly.

harry had tattoos now, littered all across his skin, his hair was long, and he looked happy.

louis wished he had stopped after a bit.

he scrolled back to the top and felt his heart sink a bit at harry's most recent post.

a photo of the boy, sitting somewhere that looked an awfully lot like a hospital room, holding a little baby and smiling down at them—at her. it was a girl, from what louis could read from the caption. harry had welcomed a little baby girl, on christmas eve, and she looked so, so perfect.

louis felt a pit begin to form in his stomach, his throat starting to close up and heart going heavy.

but he couldn't have been happier for harry, and he really hoped the boy felt the same for himself.

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harrystyles 12/24, Darcy Anne Styles. My perfect girl. I love you with my entire heart babe.

zaynpayne Just beautiful, Harry :,) So proud of you!

gemmastyles Crying ugly tears!! Can't believe it baby bro ❤️

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 harrystyles Can't wait for you to meet her

liampayne Major congrats Harry! You're the best mum ever

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 harrystyles Thank you Li :,)❤️❤️

niallhoran Would have liked to be tagged for my amazing photography skills but whatever

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  harrystyles Oi shut it you 

niallhoran I love you both so much!! ahhh!!

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  harrystyles We love you ni

louis' vision was going blurry as he scrolled through the comments.

he decided something, and maybe it was stupid or could even be looked at as something only an idiot would do.

louist91 Congrats Haz, she's beautiful. :)

but once he was done. he was glad he had done it.

he pressed post in the comment section of that photo, and turned his phone off, hearing clifford begin to whine which obviously meant that he was ready for a walk.

"happy birthday to me." louis mumbled, pushing himself off of his bed, throwing his coat on and slipping on his sneakers, calling after bruce and cliff so they could get their leashes on and they could go on a walk.

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Chapter Text

third pov

same night

niall burst in through the door with his key as soon as liam began to near harry's driveway, barely even stopping the car or giving the man a chance to park—but niall didn't care, he needed to get to harry and make sure he was all right.

when he came in, he felt a bit relieved to see harry sat on the edge of his couch, panting with a tight grip on his stomach, still half naked and crying in pain—even though he was clearly struggling, he was glad that he was still standing and looked somewhat fine. "n-niall, 'm so sorry, i didn't wanna call you 'cus i knew how excited you were to celebrate with...with your friend, but i just didn't know wh—"

"don't apologize for anything, h. you called and i came, okay? how're you?" niall asked, kneeling at the boys side and staring up at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world—and quite frankly, he was.

"i-i don't know, it hurts so bad, i-i'm so scared, ni...w-what if she—"

"don't say that, h. you're thirty-eight weeks, that's not considered premature, and you heard dr. evelyn, she said that girly is big and strong—she's very healthy and so are you so nothing is gonna go wrong, okay? what we need to do right now is get you dressed and into the car, how's that sound?" niall asked, rubbing at harry's waist, his other hand placed on top of harry's.

the pregnant boy nodded shakily, "o-okay"

"okay, great, c'mon then. we'll get you into some tracksuit bottoms, and a hoodie, okay?"

harry said a quiet okay before hearing the front door open again, seeing zayn and liam come in from his peripheral vision.

niall gestured for liam to clean up the mess in the hallway near the bathroom, the brunette boy made a disgusted face before his husband slapped his arm, telling him to hurry up while he followed behind the pair.

"hey harry, what do you need right now babe?"

niall let harry lean on his shoulders while he stripped him of his socks and boxers, not even caring that his dick was just inches away from his face and he was buttnaked, he just grabbed a clean pair of boxers from harry's dresser and helped him get those on while he replied to zayn.

"m-mine and t-the baby's go-bag...it's in the hallway closet, can you grab t-that...please? and my water b-broke, can somebody cl—"

"already on it!" liam called out, grabbing a few towels and putting them over the mess since harry like just got his floors done and it would be a shame to get them all messed up.

"anything else?" zayn asked, turning his head to make changing less awkward for harry.

"and can you f-fill my water bottle? the yellow one i-in the sink, and put ice in it p-please?" harry asked, niall pulling his pants up and scrambling to look for a hoodie and a pair of socks.

"of course." zayn said, going off to end of the hallway to grab both the baby and harry's bags, then passing by his husband to get to the kitchen and fill up harry's water bottle.

"my boobs hurt." harry whined, cupping his chest before niall finally found a dark grey hoodie and helped harry into it, being careful with his chest since it seemed to hurt so bad.

"it's okay, h. i'm sure that's a good sign." niall said, grabbing harry's slippers from under his bed and getting the man's socks on.

"i'm so excited, i-i can't believe shes actually coming." harry half smiled, still afraid but feeling somewhat calmer with niall here now.

"me too, i'm so happy you're gonna meet her." niall was beaming, helping harry get his winter coat, scarf, beanie and gloves on and smiling once he was all ready, one hand wrapped around the boys waist, and the other holding his hand while he guided him out of his bedroom and to the front door.

"okay, i've got your water bottle, your bags, liam cleaned up the mess in the hall and grabbed your pillows and blankets, all the lights are off, all the doors and windows are locked...are we missing anything?" zayn asked, feeling liam come up behind him, his hands full with harry's bedroom items, but he still took both bags from his pregnant husband so he wouldn't have to carry them.

"i-i thinks that all." harry said, still holding onto niall's hand with a tight grip.

"alright then, let's go have this baby, yeah?" niall said, making harry smile and nod as he turned around and reached for the doorknob—getting a bit emotional that this was gonna be the last time he walked out of his house being pregnant. when he comes back here, he'll be holding his little girl.

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"AGHHH FUCK!" harry screamed at the top of his lungs, making niall wince a bit since harry was breaking like a bunch of bones in his hand right now with the grip he had on it.

"great job, harry, that was a fantastic push, just one more and she'll be out, okay? get yourself to together and give me another really big push!" dr. evelyn said, rubbing harry's knee and encouraging him to continue once the next contraction started.

harry grunted as he felt another twinging pain go though his ass, the nurse beside him taking a wet cloth and using it to push his hair out of his face.

harry was exhausted, in a pool of his own sweat, his hair damp and knotted in his low bun, and completely naked—the hospital blanket was the only thing being used to over his middle, but it wasn't really doing much because his belly was out and niall who was trying not to look at the beautiful process happening just a few feet away from him could still see the whole thing in his peripheral vision. 

this whole pushing process was really starting to piss harry off. he didn't like having to wait for a contraction for so long, then only being able to push for twenty seconds. he was about ready to sit himself up and yank this kid out of him with his bare hands.

apparently those stomach and back pains harry had been feeling all day were actually contractions, and his water breaking was just the baby reminding him that she was coming and that harry had to haul ass to the hospital if he wanted to have her there.

unfortunately, liam and zayn had to leave more than a half hour ago since they'd left their kids with louis for a while now and they weren't sure if he would be okay staying with them any longer.

thankfully, niall wasn't even thinking about leaving harry, especially not now.

"i can't, i can't do it! she's never coming out, it hurts s-so bad, i can't!" harry yelled, wanting to kick his doctor in the face because she had zero kids and had no idea what the fuck harry was going through right now.

"yes you can, harry, you've been doing it so well so far, babe, please keep on going." niall said, giving harry's hand a big squeeze—but the man was certain that he couldn't do it.

"no! i'm scared, what if i hurt her—or she doesn't come out healthy—i'll die if something happens to her, niall, i can't!"

niall wasn't quite sure what to say to that. he's never birthed, carried a child or even thought about doing either of those things...so he really didn't know what to do.

"i-i know you're scared, h, i know. but you are almost there, she's nearly out, and once she is out, you're gonna have a perfect, healthy and beautiful baby girl. you can do this, i promise you she is gonna be just fine." niall said, and how could harry not believe that promise?

i took him a minute to get a hold of himself, pushing himself up a little bit on his lanky arms and taking a deep breath before he nodded, still sweaty and in so much pain but at least now he had the courage to actually get his baby out.

"all right, let's do this, yeah? let's meet this girl." niall smiled, pulling harry's leg back and counting down with doctor evelyn before harry began to push.

"beautiful harry, just beautiful! keep on going!"

"I'M TRYING! FUCKING JESUS!" harry wailed, finally feeling his baby slip out and land in the trusted hands of doctor evelyn.

"congratulations! she's here!" she said, lifting the baby up and laying her down on her mummy's chest, and harry couldn't have felt more at peace.

"holy shit, i did it—oh my god that was fucking insane, i did it!" harry beamed, his hand immediately going to his baby and holding her so tight.

"you did it, h! you did so, so amazing!" niall cheered, rubbing harry's shoulder and staring in awe of both him and his daughter.

"i can't believe i did it—oh my gosh, look at her niall, look." he cried, smiling as a nurse draped a blanket over the little girl and other one helped clean her up.

"she is so gorgeous, h, looks just like you."

both boys honestly couldn't believe their eyes, harry couldn't stop crying and keep his eyes off of his daughter, and niall was just quiet and staring at the both of them like they were the most important things in the whole world.

"niall, would you like to cut the cord?" a nearby nurse asked, gesturing towards a pair of scissors and offering it to the man.

"i-i...oh i don't know if i should—"

"please? it would mean a lot." harry said, rubbing circles into his little girls back as her cries began to settle into quiet coos.

niall nodded and gratefully took the scissors, cutting where he was told and giving the scissors back once he was done. all of his attention going back to harry who thanked him and told him to look at his daughter again. 

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harry's crying was unbearable at this point, nothing could get him to stop, especially since his girl was just so beautiful. how could he not cry?

"hey, h. how ya doing?" niall quietly pushed the man's hospital door open, smiling at the sight of harry and his daughter who were currently sitting by the window in a huge rocking chair, snuggled up and half asleep.

"so in love...have you looked at her yet, ni?" harry asked, adjusting his daughters onesie sleeve and pouting at her little face.

"i have, nearly can't take my eyes off of her, she's perfect—hey girly, look at you, so sleepy ey?" niall said, looking at the little baby in harry's arms and wanting to scream at how adorable she was. she really was so, so small and looked just like harry.

"come sit." harry said, gesturing towards the empty spot beside him.

niall shook his head, not wanting to intrude on the moment since they both seemed so peaceful just the two of them.

"please?" harry looked up at the man with those damn eyes. and how could niall say no?

he got himself comfortable next to harry and wasn't really sure what to do with his hands, keeping them on his lap and just smiling at the little family beside him who seemed to be in their own little world.

niall's heart stopped a little when he felt harry adjust himself and lay his head down on his chest, leaning into him more and smiling at the little noises that his daughter was currently making.

"h-have you thought of a name yet?" niall asked, somehow working up the courage to lift his arm and wrap it around the man's shoulder.

"dunno...thought of a few but i don't know if they fit her."

"what are they?"

"i don't wanna say, you'll laugh."

"what? why would i laugh?"

"cus' they're dumb."

"i'm sure they're beautiful."

"they sound weird though."

"c'mon tell me."

"nah"

"tell me."

"nah"

"please?"

harry kissed his teeth, giving in and deciding to tell niall the few names that he weren't sure would look with his daughter.

"i like the name rain...and-and lana."

"i like lana, that ones pretty."

"yeah but i don't think she looks like a lana..." harry replied, rubbing the sides of her head where her little strands of blonde hair were a bit darker.

"you don't have another one then?"

"i do, but...it's too weird."

"nah, tell me. can't be that weird, unless it's like a month or sounds like a drug." niall said, rubbing harry's shoulder comfortingly.

the man snorted, making his girl jump a little in his arms before calming down again.

"fine...it's darcy—but, i know, i know. it sounds dumb and too old timey—"

"what? are ya kidding me? that's a perfect name for her, she looks just like a darcy, h." niall smiled, looking down at harry who had the same happy look on his face.

"you mean that? it was my favorite option but i was nervous that people would think it sounds stupid."

"no, it's beautiful, a perfect name for a perfect girl......i guess girlys got a name now then" niall said, reaching down and rubbing at her little feet.

"yeah i guess so—"

"hey! we're here, so sorry for not being able to stay yesterday, it's just the kids were acting crazy and zayden was texting me that he wanted to go home, and—oh my goodness, is that her?" zayn stopped dead in his tracks at harry's hospital door when he realized that the little white blob that harry was holding in his arms was his daughter!

"sure is, unless we happened to steal a strangers baby and harry's stomach is just magically flat." niall said, gesturing for liam and zayn to come in since they felt they were interrupting a private moment between the three of them.

liam smiled once he got close enough to see the little girls face, sitting down on the little ottoman beside harry and congratulating him.

"oh harry, she's perfect." zayn gasped, hand on his chest and sitting down on his husbands lap to get a closer look at the baby.

"oh, li, i want another one." zayn nearly began to cry, liam just laughed.

"let's get this one out first, baby, then we'll talk." he said, rubbing zayn's tummy softly and smiling at his and niall's reaction—those two just had too many damn babies!

"meet darcy anne styles, guys." harry said, smiling up at his two best friends who were just so, so happy for harry.

"she looks just like you, man. jesus, that's crazy, you've got a mini you!" liam tried his best to whisper but honestly it just came out like a yell. but darcy was just gonna have to get used to it because her uncle liam was always gonna be yelling no matter what hour of the day it is.

they spent the next few hours just like that, zayn and niall taking turns snapping pictures of harry and darcy to announce to his friends and family that she was born. when niall wasn't taking photos, he was wrapped around harry and darcy like it was his job. liam and zayn made little faces towards the man that indicated they were definitely going to be talking about whatever this thing between him and harry was.

honestly niall couldn't wait because he knew whatever future he, harry and darcy had together was gonna be beautiful.

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niall was fast asleep on the small couch beside harry's bed, darcy's bassinet beside him in case she began to cry since he wanted to let harry get as much rest as possible.

harry was too busy scrolling through his phone to sleep.

his parents had come a little bit after zayn and liam, and were introduced to baby girl darcy.

it was night time now and harry would be leaving the hospital tomorrow to take darcy home—so he should have been sleeping, but honestly twitter and instagram were kinda getting in the way of that. especially since everybody was still congratulating him on his baby.

he wished he had turned his phone off sooner because maybe then he wouldn't have even seen it.

it being the comment from louis that made his heart flutter.

and...people's hearts aren't supposed to flutter...right? especially not his. especially not because of louis.

louist91 Congrats Haz, she's beautiful. :)

he stared at the comment for the longest time. not really sure what to do or how to act. his heart ached a bit and his eyes began to water as he looked over at darcy who was fast asleep in her crib, her little lips curling into a smile and face twitching. harry liked to think she was having a silly dream.

he'd made it this far in life without louis, and he couldn't turn back now.

for his and darcy's sake, he raised his phone and swiped left on the comment until the little red trashcan came up and it had disappeared. 

he took a shaky breath, looking off into space for a while before he pressed the side button on his phone, the screen going black. he plugged his phone in to charge and stretched over to leave it on his beside table.

harry rolled over on his side to face niall and his daughter, tucking his hands beneath the left side of his face and admiring how beautiful they both looked while sleeping.

he kept on staring until his eyes began to close, going into a peaceful and happy sleep. 

all he could think about was how amazing tomorrow was going to be when he and niall bring darcy home together.

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