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Don't Ever Leave Me Alone

Hiiii I am back! I'm just posting this one today because I finished it and I wanted you all to have something. SO. This one is the prompt about Louis having a fast labor coming home from work. I hope you enjoy! --- There are a few things Louis notices upon waking up. One is that it's quite a bit brighter outside than when he usually wakes up. And two is that Harry is not in bed beside him. And Louis doesn't remember hearing his alarm go off at all this morning. Which can only mean one thing. Harry turned off his alarm and snuck out to work in hopes that Louis would sleep in and not bother going into the studio. Louis has to admit that Harry almost got away with it but there was one flaw in his little scheme. He didn't take into account the tiny life rolling about in Louis' belly. Emma Grace has been waking Louis up every single morning ever since she began kicking. Running out of room hasn't even stopped her. Louis' belly is huge now, rounded out and blooming with life, just two weeks shy of his due date. And really Louis knows Harry was only trying to be helpful and nice. He's a worrier by nature and having Louis working so close to his due date has nearly driven him insane. Louis isn't even surprised the boy turned off his alarm and he'd be quite thankful if he wasn't such a workaholic. He didn't sleep nearly at all last night. He was hot and nauseous and just overall uncomfortable and waking up this morning, he's rather displeased a few hours of snoozing hasn't helped the matter. A whimper escapes his lips when he stands, his body sore and his muscles are tight and rigid. Emma Grace tumbles about, causing Louis to take a deep exhale, pressing a hand near his belly button where her tiny little toe shoves out from the skin. "Daddy thought he got us this morning, didn't he little Emmy? He'll be shocked when we both come bouncing into that studio now won't he?" Louis hums, placing a hand beneath his heavy belly to alleviate the weight and pressure settled on his hips. He pulls out a t shirt from the closet and tries to ignore the subtle tightening of his stomach muscles around the baby. He's been having Braxton hicks for months now and just this past week they've really picked up and become a bit painful. He's realized ignoring them really is his only option as no amount of water, shifting, or lying down ever seems to help. He rubs his palm in a soft circles over his rounded belly as it firms up beneath his t shirt. Nearly as quickly as it came it fades and he waddles into the bathroom with a deep puff of breath. He undresses and scrunches his face, pressing a fist to his back as a dull throb pulses at his lower spine. Emma Grace has now settled so he's at least counting that as a win as he steps into the steaming hot shower. He's hoping the water will alleviate his soreness and settle the slight queasiness in his tummy. He finds himself cringing against another painful twinge in his belly as he stands beneath the spray. It's a bit more uncomfortable than what he's used to but he chalks it up to being bigger and sleeping weird. It ends just as quickly and allows him to finish his shower in semi-peace. Emma Grace gives him a swift elbow to the side when he steps out from the shower and he huffs, gripping onto the side of the counter. He feels the tightening start up again and scrunches his eyes closed, ignoring the droplets of water dripping down from his hair onto his sore body. He exhales sharply and sucks in his tight middle uncomfortably before rubbing a hand down the front. The pain fades again and he huffs in annoyance brushing his teeth quickly when he catches a glimpse of the time. He pulls his t shirt over his belly and pouts when it fits like a glove to his skin. "Suppose I'll have to invest in a new wardrobe if you don't come out soon, hm?" Emma Grace responds by jabbing him again in the side and he cringes as it quick starts another cramping sensation in his belly. He has no time to stop and breathe through it though as the boys only have the studio for a certain amount of time. He huffs once he steps out into the sun, rubbing at his belly irritably when the tightening and cramping continues despite his wishes for them to promptly fuck off. He grunts upon sitting in the car and whimpers in annoyance when his belly hits the steering wheel. He pushes the seat back as far as he can and throws the car into reverse, each movement becoming grumpier as the pain in his tummy continues. Midway to the studio, his stomach acts up again, the cramp gripping tightly at his muscles, refusing to let go. He feels an intense pressure deep within his belly and kicks his feet uncomfortably about as the pain worsens. He hisses and bends over himself, rubbing his side. He takes deep breaths, belly poking out dramatically as he does to try to get a handle on the pain. Once the pain ends, his belly begins to come to life with the baby inside tumbling about much faster and more prominent than ever before. Louis pushes his belly forward in discomfort and lets out a low grunt, pressing his head to the seat as the movement causes another pain to start up. His back muscles clench and he whines, rubbing irritably with his thumb and index finger at the base of his spine. He finally makes it to the studio, despite feeling five or so more stomach pains. He rips the door of his car open grouchily and steps out only to be met with another pain. He groans and presses his head to his car, slamming his fist to the metal as his belly presses forward tightly. He puffs out a breath of air pressing a hand down onto his belly, hoping a bit of pressure will help the pain pass faster. It doesn't help but he's eventually able to move again. He glues both hands to his back and waddles to the door huffing the entire way at his utter discomfort. As soon as his hand curls around the handle, his middle contorts again. He gasps and presses his chin to his chest, gritting his teeth together. He looks down and watches as his belly moves about, changing shape as it grows tighter and tighter around the hyper baby inside. The pressure from before returns and he has to bite his lip to not moan out like his body begs him to. It ends just as before and he huffs opening the door of the studio. He doesn't care how loud it slams to the wall, he wants Harry to know he's made it despite him. He's nearly to their studio room door when he feels another pain blossom in his belly. He gasps and bites his lip, gripping onto the belt loop of his jeans as the other hand presses to his tense middle. He grits his teeth together and a soft grunt leaves his lips as his belly pushes forward abruptly, tightening up painfully. The pain fades and he blows a piece of fringe away from his face before opening the door. Two very shocked faces greet him and not one of them is his curly headed husband. He huffs and sits heavily onto the couch. "Well. Surprised to see me?" He sasses, cringing slightly at the pressure bubbling in his belly. Emma Grace does some sort of stretch that has his belly throbbing and a soft moan leaves his lips as his hand grips the leather couch. "Um a bit..Harry said you weren't.." It takes a minute for Louis to respond as he breathes heavily through the ongoing pain in his belly "Coming? Yeah. He thought that. Where is he anyway?" "He um..went to get lunch..think he was gonna bring it back to you." "Well good. He doesn't have to make the extra trip then." Louis sasses, pushing his hand beneath his top to lay it on his sore middle. It feels quite hard now, like the skin of a drum and it's so heavy he feels like his back might break. "Um...are you alright Lou? You look miserable." Louis cringes, rubbing a hand in lines over his belly as it rolls forward with another twinge. The baby within him makes a sharp movement and his belly contorts into a misshapen oval. He presses his head back onto the couch and whines shaking his head. "I'm fine." "I think I should call Har-" "NO. Don't you dare." "You don't look very 'fine' to me, Tommo." "Well you try to have a TWELVE pound baby rolling around in your stomach, Payno. It's heavy as hell and yeah sometimes it hurts a BIT." He snaps, pain growing more intense around his middle. He hisses and sits up, pressing a hand to his knee. "Uh..I guess you're right...I'm um..I'm going to record.." Liam says, before scampering off into the booth. Louis shoots a look at Niall and snarls. "And just what the FUCK are you staring at Horan?" "Ehm..she's really TWELVE pounds?" "Niall...do me a favor and FUCK OFF." Louis roars, rubbing irritably at his belly. And really, he's not annoyed with Niall in the least. His stomach is just KILLING him at this point. He's never experienced such awful Braxton hicks his entire pregnancy. They're so strong now he feels like sinking to the floor. Still Niall rushes off too, somewhere in the booth with Liam, Louis doesn't care enough to see exactly where. He presses his head back into the couch and rubs up and down his sides, blowing out large puffs of hair as he peers down at his aching belly. It looks huge now, bigger than even yesterday, and it's seriously misshapen, making his middle look alien like. And his stomach muscles are so tightly bound around Emma Grace he can feel every tiny little move she makes. He's in some serious pain now and it's now almost constant. Liam leaves the sound booth and shoots him a confused look at his current position, squatted down and bent over the couch. "Are you um....well..never mind.." Liam mumbles, not wanting to further upset the boy, "Uh..Niall and I are going to get lunch..I told Julian you were out here." "T-thanks." Louis whimpers. "Are you sure you're-" "I'm fine." Liam leaves without another word and Louis stands up with a whimper. "Fuck..." He whimpers, rubbing the bottom of his bloated belly. His phone blares from the couch and he curses again, attempting to bend down. "Fuck..fuck..." He mumbles, gripping onto his belly before grunting at the pain. He bends awkwardly to the side, moaning as his stomach throbs. "Hello?" He grumbles. "Louis, WHERE ARE YOU?!" Harry's voice booms. Louis is off put by the volume of his voice despite knowing the poor boy is just scared out of his mind. "I'm at the studio." He grunts before throwing his head back and rocking from side to side. "Oh..." His voice trails off and Louis nods. "Yeah. Saw that you forgot me." "I didn't forget you, Lou. I just really wanted you to sleep in...you need some rest and-" Louis hisses as his belly pushes forward again. "Lou?" "Yeah whatever H. I've got to go. I'll be home in a bit." "I...do you need me to come pick you up later?" "No I d-don't..." "Ok..I think I'm going to lie down for a bit. I've got a bit of a headache." Louis hangs up before responding, throwing his phone off onto the couch somewhere. He groans and presses both hands to the coffee table before squatting down a bit. For some reason, the position makes the pains in his stomach semi bearable. Once it ends, he waddles miserably into the sound booth. He's pretty sure there's no way he can sound good right now. He's holding in some major moans and his skin is on fire. He's pretty sure if he opens his mouth, either a scream or vomit will come out. NOT a pretty melody. Still, he has to prove Harry wrong because he's Louis and that's just what he does. He wobbles to the booth, gripping onto whatever he can put his hands on with every step as his belly vibrates with intense pain. Julian is speaking to him but he can't bring himself to answer anything he's saying. Once inside the booth, he folds over himself, gripping onto the side of the wall. He takes a few shuddering deep breathes and shakily puts the headphones onto his ears. He opens his mouth to sing just as an intense pain racks over his belly. He grunts loudly and bends over himself with an intense groan. He feels a huge pop and gasps as water gushes from beneath him. "I....J-Julian I..I have to go..." Julian stands up confused but Louis waddles out without a word, groaning in intense discomfort. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He groans in the hallway, squatting down as the pain intensifies in his belly. There's so much pressure built up in his belly it feels like it might pop wide open. It's hard as a rock and refuses to let up for even a second. He makes it out to the parking lot and bends over, gripping at his knees as he grits his teeth together. He feels an intense blossom of pressure and curses, forcing himself to waddle to his car. "UGHHHHHHH.....ohhhhhhh...." He grunts once inside the car, pressing his head harshly into the seat. He presses both hands to his belly and bends over as the pressure mounts. He shakily grabs his phone and dials Harry's number. When it goes to voicemail, dread fills his entire body. Because it's then he realizes he has to drive himself home. In the throws of hard, HARD labor. He grips onto the steering wheel and puts the car into reverse just as the first contraction grips at his middle tightly. "Ohhhhhghhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhghhhh...." He grunts. "Wooo...wooo...wooo..." One hand rubs large circles over his middle as both legs bounce in discomfort. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh FUCK..." He grunts, gripping onto the seat as he pulls out of the parking lot. "FUUUUUCK....." He screams, lifting himself slightly from the seat as a large amount of pressure bears down. He feels as though he's sitting directly onto his daughter's head. A contraction bears down his belly, pressing it harshly into the steering wheel and he screams again as the undeniable bearing of pressure makes him want, no NEED to push. "No..no..no..fuck please no. NOT NOW..not now EMMA...ohhhhhhhhhh...." He groan, pressing down on his belly. His belly jolts forward painfully and he grunts, face pouring with sweat as he shakily crosses his legs as his body begins attempting to push without his consent. The pressure bearing down on his belly is intense and he grips onto his car seat with a low groan. His belly contorts and misshapes as he grips onto everything he can in his car in an attempt to keep from pushing. "NOOOO..." He grunts, pressing his hand beneath him as to push the baby back up inside him. He hisses when he feels the head begin to emerge. "Mmmmmmmgh..." He grunts, beginning to push anyway. "FUUUUCK..." He screams. He somehow finds a way to pull into his driveway and opens his door, squatting immediately to the pavement. Another push involuntarily works its way over his body and he sobs in pain as he waddles to the door. He has to squat after every step but he finally makes it inside. "HARRY!" "HARRY FUUUUUUUUCK..." He screams as he bares down again, gripping onto the opening of the doorframe. He hears a creak from the living room and watches as Harry stumbles into the doorway, rubbing at his eyes. "Lou, what the-" He stops and gasps, rushing over to the boy as he bears all his weight down onto him. With one final push, Emma Grace falls into Louis' hands and Harry's eyes grow wide. "What the-" "Scissors.." Louis mumbles. Harry stumbles wide eyed into the kitchen and retrieves the scissors before going back over to Louis in the doorway. "You..how did you..I mean..WHEN did you-" Louis smirks and holds the brand new baby girl to his chest. "You left me." Harry rolls his eyes. He'll never leave him again. That's for sure.

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Do you only take Larry prompts or are other 1D members/couples okay too?

I do them all and would love to write any request for you! (:

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Hiii

Hello hello. I'm so sorry I've been MIA for about fifty years now. I AM STILL WRITING. I've seen most of your requests but if it's been a while since you've sent them if you wouldn't mind resending them I'll put them on my list! I'm going to work hard the next few weeks to finish them up for you all! Graduating and then summer starting made it hard to get to writing. But I hope you're all doing well! LOTS OF LOVE

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Prompts!

I posted some prompts tonight! Sorry it took me so long but rest assured if your prompt is not up I AM STILL WORKING ON THEM AND WILL HAVE THEM UP VERY VERY SOON! Thank you! Please continue to send in your fabulous prompts!

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Hands on Me

Harry feels the tensing and tightening pain in his belly as his mind awakens from his deep sleep last night. He's thirty nine weeks today and really felt rather miserable last night. He had a sneaking suspicion that his baby girl, Sarah Kathryn, was on her way yesterday when his belly felt heavier and appeared lower. Any type of food was repulsive for him to even look at and he definitely hasn't felt that way since he hit three months. He was nauseous and exhausted, taking two complete naps and one small accidental one on the couch when he and his husband, Louis, were watching a film together. So the cramping in his belly is no surprise. He sighs with a small grimace, rubbing the bottom and sides of his solid bump as it quivers slightly beneath his palm. The cramp is more of a discomfort than painful but he knows worse are coming. And Harry's not needy..he isn't. It's just..when he isn't feeling well or hurting in some way, he wants Louis. Louis' masculine, VERY masculine actually but he's got these soft hands that Harry absolutely adores feeling on his skin. Whenever their daughter kicks, Louis' hands are quickly put to Harry's skin rubbing his belly and cooing down to her until she relaxes. And when Harry's back hurts..which seems to be always these days, Louis is there to massage his tense muscles. Harry knows that Louis' hands would make him feel better now. Soft rubs to his tight belly might lessen the pressure that has settled low and deep within it. But Louis is sleeping so good next to him, snoozing so hard that soft snores are leaving his lips making the side of his pillow case flutter. Harry's fairly certain he can handle things on his own for now, going back to sleep might even be a possibility. Oh how he would LOVE to be sleeping as good as his husband now. Sarah Kathryn doesn't seem to want to allow him that luxury as she pushes and prods in his tummy, stretching it and misshaping it beneath his skin tight pajama top. He takes a few deep breaths and scratches the pads of his fingers up and down his belly in an attempt to relax his muscles and lull both him and Sarah Kathryn back to sleep. He and Louis both need their rest for the day that's about to unfold. The day they've both waited for for nine months. His eyelids soon become too heavy to keep blinking and his body relaxes pushing him back into sleep. Louis stretches out like a cat, popping his back and sighing sleepily. He hasn't slept that well in so long, usually being woken up three or four times by his adorable heavily pregnant husband who's cravings rarely show up at a decent hour during the day. He feels the curly headed lad still beside him, breathing deeply in his sleep and he hums, turning over and kissing Harry's curls lightly before curling back around his pillow. He might as well catch a few more z's before Harry awakens. His brain is fuzzy and still asleep when he hears a low whine coming from beside him. His mind is so hazy he's not even sure he really hears anything at all until he both hears Harry whimper and feels him begin to move about. His eyes shoot open and he sits up, scrubbing the blurriness away from his vision. He turns to look at Harry and frowns when he sees the boy's face scrunched with as his hands rub up and down his belly. "Ughh...." He groans lightly, turning onto his back and rubbing his belly in discomfort. "Babe?" Louis asks, scooting closer to his husband and massaging his shoulder. Harry blinks open his eyes and takes a shaky breath. A much stronger contraction than the last woke him from his heavy sleep. He's almost positive he must've slept through a few of the more dull contractions because his belly is hard as a rock, aching and tense beneath his palms. He sniffles and sits up without a word and quickly falls into Louis' chest with an airy moan. Louis' hand falls to his belly and rubs large circles into his skin. He tuts and kisses Harry's head again. "Belly feels rock solid, love. Are you having contractions?" Louis feels Harry breathe heavily onto his neck, blowing puffs of warm air onto his skin. Harry nods. "Yeah...I woke up a bit ago from a cramp. Think I slept through some of the easier ones..." "Yeah? You hurting?" Harry nods again. "Mhmm...it's bearable but..." He rubs a hand over his belly, stopping at the top, "Just feels tight and uncomfortable.." "You should've woken me, love." "You needed your rest." "You're way more important than rest my dear Hazza." Harry smiles lightly. "You just looked so peaceful." "So today's the day, huh?" Harry hums. "Think so." "Your belly looks lower." "Feels like she's going to fall out of me." "If only it were that easy darling." "I'm just ready for her to be here." "Me too, H. I'm really going to miss this belly on you, though. Think I'll have to knock you up again quick." Harry smiles before grimacing and pushing up from the bed. "Everything alright?" Louis hums. Harry grunts lightly and nods. "Yeah...m'just feeling really uncomfortable sitting.." "Lets get up then. I need to brush my teeth anyway." Harry laughs lightly and nods. Louis hops up from the bed and goes to Harry's side as the boy throws his legs over the side. He sits for a moment with his hands holding him up from behind. Louis is just about to ask if he needs help standing when he sees Harry grimace. "Wooo...." Harry breathes, rubbing a hand down his belly. His leg bounces a bit in discomfort and Louis drops to his knees between Harry's legs. "Alright...its alright love. Breathe...breathe with me, ok? Let it build and pass..build and pass.." Louis chants as he watches Harry's belly quiver and tense beneath his top. Louis rubs a hand over his belly in large circles, pawing at it side to side as Harry tries to breathe through the pain rolling over his belly. It's not terribly painful yet but it does hurt. Louis' hands create a warm presence that makes the pain marginally better. Soon it passes and he opens his eyes again, locking them with Louis' gorgeous blue ones. "Okay?" Harry nods. "Okay." Louis helps Harry up and into the bathroom where he quickly fixes both of their toothbrushes. Harry rubs his belly as he brushes his teeth and smiles a sudsy smile over at Louis. Louis shoots him one back and spits into the sink, rinsing his mouth and placing his toothbrush back into the holder. Harry goes to spit into the sink but stops when his belly hits the counter. Louis giggles. "Your belly is nearly to your knees, think our little girl is quite ready to meet us." Harry rolls his eyes playfully and sucks in his belly uncomfortably to spit. Louis smiles so big that his eyes squint shut and he drops to his knees again. Harry attempts to give him a confused look but can't see him over his rounded belly. Louis rolls his shirt up until his entire bump is on display and places both hands to his sides, kissing his belly button. "Hi my little darling. I'm so ready to meet you today. Your daddy and I have waited a good long while for you. You're a chunky little thing, aren't you? Or maybe you're just tall like your daddy.." Louis hums and places his ear on Harry's skin. "Mm...she's telling me.." He looks up at Harry, keeping his hands on Harry's milky white hips, "..She's telling me she doesn't like that you ate pickles last night with hot sauce and that's why she's evacuating today.." Harry smiles softly but it doesn't meet his eyes. Louis hears him exhale sharply and his eyes close in discomfort. He places his arm flush to his belly and Louis frowns. "Contraction?" Harry exhales sharply again and places his hand down on his belly, massaging his fingers into his skin. "Hmmm.....hmmmm...." He breathes, rubbing his hand down his skin, "mmmmgh..." He pushes his body out from the sink and bends slightly, gripping onto the counter. Louis stands quickly and goes straight behind him, massaging his hips in deep circles. Harry's breathing soon goes back to normal and Louis sighs in relief, patting his back. "They're getting quite close. Were you in pain all night?" Harry sighs, standing up straight with a shrug. "Felt really tense when I went to bed last night and I woke up a few times from a bit of cramping..but I slept fine...better than usual." Louis nods. "Your body must've been preparing yesterday. Makes sense now why you were so knackered." Harry nods and rubs a palm to his eye. "How about some breakfast?" Harry shrugs. "I don't mind cooking you something but I don't feel much like eating." "I don't want you to cook for me." Harry laughs. "I don't mind. It'll distract me. Come hang out with me in the kitchen." Louis shrugs and helps Harry out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Harry waddles to the fridge and opens the freezer door. "What are you doing?" Louis asks. "Getting a popsicle. M'hot.." Louis laughs as Harry unwraps the red frozen treat and licks the front. A drop falls down on his exposed belly and Louis lifts an eyebrow. "You look ravishing." "Shut up, I'm in labor. I'm a sweaty mess." "Mm. I seem to remember you being a sweaty mess got you pregnant in the first place." "Your daughter can hear you, you know." "Then she'll know how in love with you I am." "Hand me the pancake mix and calm yourself down." Harry sasses but he's smiling and it's a lot better than seeing him in discomfort. Louis hands him the mix but before letting go he opens the box and dots a bit of mix on Harry's nose. "Boop." He teases, bopping Harry on the nose with his index finger. Harry rolls his eyes. "Boo..." Louis grabs him by the hips and pulls him as close as Harry's rounded belly will allow and licks the mix from his nose. "I always loved my pancakes topped with a bit of curly." "If my body wasn't concentrating on working a nine pound baby out I'd probably tell you off for making such a mess." Louis shrugs. "Lucky day for me then." Harry pours the pancakes in the pan and wipes a bit of sweat from his brow. "Ugh.." He moans, turning his face away in disgust. "What is it?" "My belly is not loving the smell of pancakes this morning..." "Feeling nauseous?" "A bit." "Let me take over." "I've seen your pancakes...I'd rather not." "Good to know labor hasn't taken away your sass." "Have to have it to keep up with you, don't I?" Louis smiles and stands back admiring his bloated belly'd husband cooking breakfast. This will be the last time for a while he'll see him all round and pregnant like this. He's beautiful and Louis can't believe he ever got this lucky. Louis snaps out of it when he hears Harry's breathing become heavier. He darts over to his husband as he bends slightly, gripping onto the counter. "Mmmgh....mmmgh...." Louis places his hands on either side of Harry's solid belly and pulls him gently away from the counter. Harry's hands fall onto Louis' wrist as his head falls onto his shoulder. "Mmmmgh..." "Shhh..." Louis coo's, gently rocking the two back and forth as pain lapses through Harry's tight belly. "Mmmgh....mmmmgh..." Louis feels Harry's grip tighten on his wrist and knows his contractions must be picking up now. His belly pushes forward with the force of the contraction, misshaping into a much less round mass. "Mmmmghwoo..wooo...wooo..." "You're doing marvelously, you know." "I'm not doing anything at all." Harry says breathlessly, "Ugh they're starting to hurt." "It's all part of the process love." Harry nods. "I know." The pancakes get done and Harry puts them on a plate, handing them over to Louis and following him over to their dining room table. Harry doesn't sit, opting to stand and rock back and forth a bit as the pressure continues to increase low in his abdomen. Sarah Kathryn kicks lowly within him but it's clear that she's running out of room and ready to leave. "Mm love..these taste incredible." Louis mumbles through a mouthful of pancake. Harry nods, taking in a few deep breaths as his hands work their way around his belly. Louis continues to munch about on his pancakes and sip on his orange juice and it's quiet apart from that for a while until Harry suddenly bends forward, gripping onto the dining room table and letting his head fall forward. Louis watches as his belly contorts beneath him and hears Harry hum lowly, dropping a hand to the top and moving his hips slowly. He stands quickly from his spot before his pancakes and wiggles his way behind Harry, massaging his lower back and and swaying with him. "That's it love. Move those hips and get her moving downward....that's it...breathe..." "Mmmmgh....mmmmgh....ughhhhh.." Harry pulls both arms up to the table and buries his face into his hands, hissing as his belly tightens up tighter. Louis notices and moves his hands from Harry's back to his belly, rubbing both spread hands from his lower belly to his sides. His belly feels pulled tight like a drum and Louis sighs in relief when he feels the muscles relax a bit. Louis pulls him to his chest, kissing his shoulder and clasping his hands over his middle. "So fucking proud of you, babe. Growing our baby...and now bringing her to me...your body is incredible..." He kisses his temple and Harry takes a deep breath. "Hurts.." He mumbles, swallowing thickly. "I know babe...I know. It's worth it, I promise. Our little girl is so ready to meet you..so ready for you to hold her in your arms instead of your tummy..she adores you.." "Hm. Loves you too." "Not as much as you. You gave her life...you're giving her life. You're so strong and wonderful...I'm so lucky, Haz..shit. Shit you've got me all emotional. I love you." Louis hears a soft laugh emit from Harry's lips and smiles. "I love you too..." An hour passes and Louis' half eaten pancakes lie forgotten on the table. Louis stands in the middle of their massive kitchen with Harry hanging around his neck, rocking back and forth in a soft rocking slow dance that Louis hopes is bringing some kind of comfort to his curly headed lover. Harry's contractions have picked up quickly but he's been handling it quite well all things considered. Louis kisses his shoulder as he hears him suck in a breath and feels his rounded belly tense against his own stomach. He continues rocking with Harry and massages his back and hips soothingly. His hands travel from his hips to the tight muscles of his belly and gently runs the pads of his fingers against the skin. "Mmmmmgh....mmmmmmgh...." Harry grunts softly, hands gripping onto Louis' t-shirt. "That's it love. Ride it out..just like you have been...." Harry relaxes soon enough and that allows Louis to do the same. "Do you want to try the ball for a bit?" Louis asks, only wanting Harry to be comfortable. Harry nods, rubbing a hand over his swelled middle. Louis takes his hand and kisses it lightly before guiding him into their living room and sitting him down on his blue birthing ball. He sits on the couch directly beside him and places a hand to his knee with a soft smile. Harry bounces on the ball, rotating his hips in semi circles with his eyes shut softly. Louis takes the quiet time to sit and just admire Harry's beauty. His rounded belly moves actively beneath his hands as Sarah Kathryn moves around clearly liking the contractions about as much as Harry himself is. Harry's face scrunches and his hips stop rotating. A quiet grunt leaves his lips as his hands travel to his sides, rubbing and down the skin as his belly pushes forward. "Ugh....ughhh..." He moans as Louis scoots closer to him. The hand on his thigh reaches up towards his belly and Louis begins pawing at it softly with his fingertips. Harry throws his head back, pushing his contracting belly forward with a grunt. "Shhh you're doing great love." Harry moans and buries his head into his arms on the side of the couch. Louis rubs a palm over Harry's belly, massaging the tightened muscles. The contraction finally fades and both boys take a breath of relief. Twenty minutes later and Harry is still perched upon the ball but Louis can tell his level of discomfort is quickly growing. The ball doesn't seem to be helping much anymore by the looks of it and Louis knows it's only a matter of time before the two will switch positions again. Harry rocks forward on the ball, pressing his palm into the coffee table and lowering his head. Louis watches as his belly clenches up and Harry's brow furrows. "Ughhhh.......ughhhhh..." His legs move about uncomfortably, one lifting slightly off the ground. His free hand rubs his side and front of his belly and his teeth bare and grit together against the pain. Louis' sure now that they've passed the easy, early contractions and are quickly approaching pretty painful territory. Harry's hands press into his thighs and he grunts, squeezing them tightly. Louis gets behind him and rubs up and down his back in comfort, occasionally reaching around to rub at his middle as it bears down in an attempt to push their baby further down Harry's body. Waves of pain lapse in Harry's belly, each one gripping his muscles tighter and increasing the pressure he's felt since last night. Once the pain passes, Harry looks up at Louis with huge, pain filled eyes and Louis' heart plummets. "Need a change of position?" Harry nods. "Maybe a bit of walking?" Louis nods. "Course love, whatever helps." Louis holds out a hand to his husband who quickly grips on tight and stands, "Just around the house?" Harry sighs and nods. And they walk. And Harry's belly contracts. And contracts. And contracts. His legs soon feel like jelly against the pain and his soft moans from before have now turned into loud grunts and groans. Louis has since let go of his hand when Harry seemed more uncomfortable and hot. He sits perched up on the arm of the couch, ready to aid Harry whenever he needs him. Harry walks around the room, hands shaking lightly with his head thrown back. "Ohhhhhhhhhh....ughh...ugh...ohhhhhhh..." He moans, grimacing and turning back towards Louis. He waddles toward the boy and rubs a hand over his belly as it clenches and quivers beneath his hand. Louis pouts sympathetically at him and pulls him to his chest, rubbing his belly in comforting circles. An hour later and Harry's pain is at an all time high. He's braced against their far too expensive and far too white chair beside the couch, face buries in his arms and pajama top rolled up both exposing his belly and his shoulders. He's starting to have major hot flashes and he's nearly ready to rip all of his clothes off at once just to feel an ounce of relief. He feels another contraction lapse over his belly and he grips the chair back, pushing his belly toward the ground. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...." "Babe, you're doing amazing. I'm so proud of you, Hazza. So, so proud Curly. I can't believe you're going to make me a dad today. So fucking lucky to have you." "Ughhhhhhh....ughhhhhhh....." Louis pushes against Harry and massages his lower back deeply, occasionally rubbing both hands to his sides and up toward his belly button. Fifteen minutes later, he transitions from the soft white chair back to the kitchen bracing himself against a kitchen table chair. Louis has a sneaking suspicion that the move was because Harry didn't want to ruin his expensive rug in the living room. Harry's a clean freak, a trait Louis doesn't share with him but adores about him. He rocks his hips slowly as he holds onto the chair back. His face soon scrunches up and his head falls forward. "Ohhhhhhhh...ughhhhh...ughhhhhhhhhhh...." His legs begin to tremble and Louis is quick to rush over and support his weight so he doesn't collapse to the floor against the contraction. Harry stretches his arms out, pushing his body further from the chair and grunts out. "Ohhhhhhhh my belly, Lou..." And he doesn't really have to say anything else as Louis' hands immediately land on his rock solid belly and begin to rub gentle patterns into the skin. "I love you so much, Harry. Keep going love. You can do this, I know you can. You're the strongest person I know. I've always known that but..shit..seeing you do this..I'm blown away, Haz. Really. Blown. Away..." And he is. Because labor looks absolutely dreadfully painful and Louis can't even imagine how much worse it actually feels. Harry is strong but so are his contractions and his whole body is now trembling whenever a new one rolls over his belly. His water breaks just fifteen minutes later. It's a complete shock to Louis who doesn't even know it's happened until Harry grips onto his hand and places the other to his belly. Louis doesn't even have to look down upon the contact because he then feels his sock feet get damp. And yeah. It's a mess they'll have to clean up later but Louis doesn't care as all his focus quickly centers onto Harry. And then comes walking up the stairs because Harry clearly cannot stay in drenched pajama pants. Louis would probably let him but Harry is already uncomfortable enough and he keeps mumbling bits about how he's still leaking. It's a slow walk. A really, really slow walk because every third step Harry gets another contraction and Louis has to physically pull him up the stairs while murmuring absolute nonsense into his ear but it somehow seems to soothe him a bit. Louis makes quick work of pulling off Harry's pajama pants and tight top when the boy complains about how awfully uncomfortable it feels to an already pretty tight belly. Harry requests his tiny stripped boxer briefs and Louis obliges handing them over to him. And honestly Harry looks absolutely delicious with no top on, sweating with just his teeny shorts on and if he wasn't in the throws of labor Louis would probably be itching to toss around a bit but he has to redirect his thoughts. Because Harry's in labor. Deep labor. Painful labor. The boy exhales sharply from his spot standing next to Louis and he slowly gets to his knees on the bed and falls to his side, pulling his legs up as close to his belly as he can manage. Louis sits beside him, massaging his shoulder and moving the sweaty bits of curl from his forehead. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhh...." Harry's legs move about uncomfortably, kicking out as his eyes squeeze shut tightly. His large hand rubs the side and front of his belly as his head shoves deeper and deeper into a pillow. "Ughhhhhhhhhhh....." Louis shushes and coo's at him, rubbing his sides and his back as the contractions continue to take hold and rarely let go. Soon Harry is braced against Louis who sits against the headboard. His head is thrown back and loud moans leave his lips as his belly misshapes and grips tightly. Louis continuously kisses his shoulder and rubs the sides and front of his belly as the boy whimpers and groans. "Ohhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh...oww...owwww....LOUIS!" He cries, turning his head into Louis' neck. His legs continue to move about uncomfortably and Louis makes sure to rub a hand to his thigh occasionally to try and calm him a bit. Louis rubs shapes into his sides as Harry pushes off the bed, pressing his belly forward from the intensity of the pains. Louis feels Sarah Kathryn's head at the base of Harry's belly and knows his body only has to work her down a bit more before it's time for her arrival. Harry transitions to all fours on the bed with his head smashed into his arms and his hips gently rocking. "Hohhhhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmmghohhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhhhhh....." "Lou..." He whimpers just moments later. Louis' head snaps to attention and he cups a hand behind Harry's head. "What is it love?" "I think...." he stops to squirm against the peak of a contraction, "I think...I think I might need to push or something." "Yeah?" "I..I don't know...I feel loads of pressure down low and I....I can't stand it anymore...I just...wooooo-mmmmghhhh..." Louis nods and gets on his knees behind Harry, pressing his thumbs into the small of his back. When the next contraction hits, Harry braces back and grits his teeth, pushing as hard as he possibly can. "Ughhhhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmghhh..." "That's it love. That's it." Louis chants, rubbing at Harry's heaving belly. It's not it. In fact, Harry pushes for over an hour in the same position and shows little to no progress. And he's absolutely, 110% miserable. His belly contorts and bears down with painful contractions as he braces against the headboard, gripping at his sheets, pushing with zero relief or progress. "Harry? Why don't we try standing up, yeah? You seemed more comfortable then...I don't..I mean I don't know if that'll help but...it's..it's worth a shot." Harry decides to try. Because he's now been in labor for 18 hours and he's exhausted beyond belief and hurting. Harry grabs Louis' hands and the couple sways again through Harry's continuous, intense contractions. "Ohhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhh...." Harry kneels to the ground and grips his thigh as an painful contraction washes over his belly. He presses down on his belly and grits his teeth. "Mmmmmmmmmgh....mmmmmmmgh..." Louis stands firm in his spot, never letting go of Harry's hands as the boy kneels and squats down continually before him. Harry stands up again and curls into Louis' neck for a moment before his breath hitches and he groans, squatting low and deep, hands never leaving Louis. "Hmmmmgh....hmmmmmmmmmghhhhh-ahhh..." Louis watches as his belly bears down tightly and swears he can almost see the baby moving down within him with his muscles so tightly clenched. Harry bears down again with his hands tightly around Louis' neck. He pushes two more times before Louis sees a patch of hair beneath him. His eyes bulge and he falls to his knees as Harry grips onto his thighs. Louis doesn't say a word only puts a hand to the top of his daughter's precious head and nods up to Harry. Harry's breath hitches and he lunges to one side, gripping his thigh and bearing down again. There isn't much progress and he stands back up again, pressing his sides with a low, painful grunt. But soon he's pushed back into a squat with an overwhelming pressure and Louis sees more of his daughter's head emerge. Harry pushes three more times with Louis' hands never leaving him until his baby girl is in his arms. Louis cuts the cord and hands her off to Harry quickly. And then. He hugs them both. With his soft, soft, masculine, loving hands.

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Can't Take You Anywhere

Didn't Know He was Prego! Louis A lad's holiday. It started out as a bit of a joke amongst the boys when they first announced their hiatus but as the months dragged on of not seeing each other and being far too busy for any real communication, they decided they might've been on to something. Niall wanted somewhere tropical and Louis really wanted to go anywhere where he could see Harry shirtless 24/7 so they decided on the Bahamas. All the lads needed some time together, but especially Harry and Louis. They're actually the two that have spoken the least since the hiatus. They were inseparable (except to the public eye) while on tour but having to hide led to many, many fights and in the end, they decided not speaking was best. And whereas Louis WOULD love to see Harry shirtless, he's also really bloody terrified to see the boy. Because almost nine months ago, Harry showed up on Louis' doorstep wasted out of his mind and the two ended up sleeping together. Louis knew he shouldn't have but he just loves the boy so much, he'd do anything to make him happy. Anyway, Harry left before Louis got up the next morning and neither boy has spoken about it since. And it's been easy enough not being around each other (even though the fact is so painful for Louis, he feels like someone punched him in the stomach) but now they have to be VERY close quarters in a hotel room. And Louis doesn't know how tight lipped he'll be able to keep himself when alcohol is involved. He doesn't know if Harry's upset too and he really he's not sure he wants to know. It would hurt either way. Louis feels miserable walking onto the plane to the Bahamas bright and early. His stomach's been cramping all morning and despite working out for a bloody month for this trip, he feels bloated, skin pulled tight around his abdomen. And of course, Harry walks onto the plane next looking like a bloody Greek God. He's got a button down on but there's no real reason for it with how many buttons are actually done up and he's got on the tightest white skinny jeans Louis has ever seen. His hair is short now and tousled back and the only reason Louis can tell he's real and not just popped straight from a Vogue magazine is the sleepy haze in his eyes as he places a fist to them and rubs wildly. "Morning." He mumbles to the group that Louis hadn't even realized had sat down already. "Morning Haz." Liam smiles, bright eyed as usual. Niall grunts from his plane seat, making Harry grin, eyes crinkling up. "Ehm morning Lou." He says so quietly that if Louis wasn't hanging on every word he said, he would've missed. "Morning." Louis mumbles, closing his eyes just as the cramping sensation comes back over his tummy. He hisses lightly and presses a sweater pawed hand beneath his shirt to rub at it. He feels a hand on his shoulder and jumps, looking up into Harry's concerned green eyes. "Are you alright?" "Um..yeah. Just plane sick or whatever." Harry's eyes never leave him and he sits down beside the boy. Louis tries not to smell the intoxicating cologne Harry always wears that is just so HIM, warm and inviting. "We haven't even taken off. Are y-" "I'm fine. I probably just need to sleep." And that's the end of that. Harry retracts his hand as if Louis has slapped it and slumps into the chair beside him, pulling out his ear buds. Louis sighs and stuffs his head into his hand against the window. This is going to be a long flight. And he's right. Not only is it a long flight because of the distance but also because Louis is in PAIN. He's not sure what exactly is going on with his stomach but it hurts like he's never felt before. His muscles keep clenching up and the pain has even traveled to his lower back. The cramps are getting worse instead of better and the longer he sits, the worse he feels. He finally huffs and unbuckles his seat belt to pace up and down the plane. He's so very thankful for their private jet at a time like this. He presses a hand to his back and puffs out long exhales as he walks, pushing a hand beneath his shirt to rub at his skin as another cramp clenches up his stomach muscles. "Are you alright Tommo?" Liam asks, now the only one awake, even Harry was somehow able to doze off amidst the awkward tension. And really it's so unfair to Louis for him to look so adorable napping. Louis sighs. "I'm fine. Just uncomfortable sitting for so long." "Does your back hurt or something? You look like you're in pain." He shrugs. "I'm just not feeling my best." "Because of..." Liam's eyes dart to Harry's sleeping figure and Louis rolls his eyes. "It's awkward, for sure." "You haven't talked since-" "And what am I supposed to say, Li? Hey remember that time we slept together and you LEFT?" Liam sighs. "It's clear you two have feelings for each other. One of you needs to man up and talk about it." "Well it's not going to be me. I didn't show up at his house wasted." Liam rolls his eyes. "But you are the one moping on a plane about it." "I don't feel good!" Louis huffs in annoyance when the pilot tells everyone to get back to their seats to land. Harry begins to stir beside him but he can't really pay attention as another cramp ripples over his belly. He groans and digs his fingers into his stomach as it quivers and tenses up. "Is it...Lou, is...it....the plane landing?" It's Harry again and his voice is full of concern which doesn't help Louis' stomach in the least. Louis groans and means to press his hand to his arm rest but it lands on Harry's forearm first. Harry's hand closes over Louis' tinier one and he rubs his knuckles until Louis relaxes again. "Um...thanks." Louis mumbles, pulling his hand away. "Of course, Lou..of course." Louis still feels Harry's eyes burning a hole through his temple but he refuses to look into them. He can't. He can't because he'll break down and this is not the time or place for it. The plane flies low to the ground for several more minutes as Louis puffs through the waves of pain rolling over his tummy. It finally lands and he unbuckles his seatbelt quickly, making sure he's the very first one to exit the plane. The pain is much worse now which is shit because he feels like he's ingested nearly an entire bottle of Tums so his stomach SHOULD feel fine but it doesn't. It's killing him. So much in fact that he is the first one off the plane but the other three boys quickly catch up to him when he has to stop and sit down on a bench in the middle of the airport to place a hand on his clenching belly. The muscles and skin feel pulled so tightly and there's a hint of pressure making him feel a small urge to go to the bathroom but not urgent enough to act on. Harry's first to reach him but this time the boy makes no move to touch him. He's learned his lesson from that. Liam and Niall give him looks but they don't say much as the boy is quite prone to getting air sick. The van arrives to take them to their luxurious resort and all of the boys perk up when they see it aside from Louis who just wants to go to bed. They're ten minutes into their drive when he feels another cramping sensation in his belly. He presses his sides and bends over, pushing his fingers into his belly. "Ughhh........ow...." He whimpers quietly, trying to not attract the attention of the three boys with ear phones jammed in their ears. The pain fades and he doesn't feel it again until their resort comes into view. It comes back stronger and he clenches his hand into a tight fist, pressing it into the arm rest and leaning over it with furrowed brows. He feels like throwing up but it's not like a stomach virus, he just feels extremely nauseous from the amount of pain he's in. The van finally pulls up to the resort and Louis books it to the front desk, talking quickly to concierge to get his room key. He's given the card to his door and rushes over to the elevator. It takes for fucking ever and Louis is left panting against the wall, hugging his middle in agony. The elevator dings and he rushes inside, promptly pushing the close doors button eighty seven times before it finally listens to him and shuts out his bandmates. He's finally given a moment to breathe and it's much needed as he feels beads of sweat pouring down his temples. His tummy clenches up again and it almost feels like it's moving or growing somehow with each intense pain. He whines and finally gives up, unbuckling his pants and pulling his t shirt off his tense skin. The roundness of his stomach that he's grown to hate is so evident he could throw up right then and there. He's so fat. HUGE really. It's no wonder Harry doesn't want him now. He's tried every diet out there but nothing has worked. He guesses he'll just be fat forever now. Fat and alone, because although Harry "acts" like he cares, he always has. And caring doesn't mean loving. And that's what hurts Louis the most. The elevator brings him to his floor and he stumbles down the hall until he finds the number to their room and practically falls straight to the bed upon entering. He's able to take his shoes off and cuddle beneath the fluffy comforter before the other three boys walk through the door. "Louis? Oh hey mate. We were thinking about dropping our stuff off and then grabbing a late lunch, you coming?" Liam asks him as the other three boys waltz into the bedroom, placing their bags down. Louis groans, pulling the comforter further over his body. "No thanks. I think I need to just lie down for a bit. I don't know if I'm getting some sort of a bug or if I ate something bad but my stomach's bothering me. Feels awful." "It hasn't gotten better since we got off the plane?" Louis shakes his head. "No, it's only gotten worse. It's cramping up, I don't know. I just think maybe I need to be close to a bathroom with how I'm feeling right now.." Niall snorts. "Ugh it's really not funny, Ni. I'm really hurting." Louis hears a body hit the wall slightly and peeps over his mound of comforter to see Harry staring daggers into Niall who cowers by the wall he's clearly fallen into. "Do you need me to call a doctor?" "No thanks, Payno. I think I just need some rest." Louis feels Harry's eyes on him even after Liam and Niall have left the room. "Are you sure you don't need someone to stay back with you?" "I don't. And if I did need someone, you would probably be my last choice anyway." It's harsh but Louis' stomach hurts and he's miserable and Harry's only making it worse by being so bloody caring. He hears Harry let out a deep sigh and then the door slams shut. Louis doesn't care. He does. But he can't. He tosses and turns every few minutes, whimpering when the cramping in his stomach returns. Finally, his exhaustion and the tears from his heartbreak outweigh the pain and he drifts to sleep. - Harry sighs again, flicking his fork mindlessly through his food without even the slightest thought of eating it. "Are you ok mate? You look bloody miserable and you haven't touched your food. Is your stomach bothering you too?" Harry lets out another deep sigh and drops his fork. "Yeah Niall, it is. But I'm almost positive it's not for the same reason Louis' is." "You're sad." Liam comments without looking up from his plate. Harry shoots him a look. "How did you-" "I know about that night." "What night?" Niall asks in utter confusion. "Harry and Louis slept together." "Say it a bit louder, Liam, I don't think the concierge desk heard you!" "You guys WHAT? I knew it!" "Don't get your hopes up too high, Ni. Harry just left." "I...I guess that's what he told you, yeah? He TOLD me to go." "He did?" "Not...directly I guess. But he kept saying how bad it was going to be for us and...and I just couldn't put him through it. So if someone has to be the bad guy...I guess I'll take the spot." "Why don't you just talk to him?" "Because I-" "He wants YOU to start the conversation." Harry sighs. "Looks like I've got some explaining to do." - Louis is woken up by an intense cramp radiating over his entire abdomen and across to his lower back. He gasps and sits up, gripping the sheets beneath him and pressing a hand to his belly. There's an intense amount of pressure building in his lower belly and he has the immense urge to use the loo. He stands up shakily, pressing a hand to his belly, and wobbles over to the bathroom, quickly ripping his pants down and sitting onto the toilet. He groans low and deep, curling his arms over his tummy and bending over himself. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhhh....hoh...hoh..." He stays in the bathroom for a while longer until he feels a weird popping sensation and water begins leaking below him. And he's scared. Really scared because like...he DID NOT have to wee and he basically just uncontrollably peed.... But he's in far too much pain to do anything about it so he stands up, only to bend over with a low whine as another pain surges through his belly. "Owwwwww fuck! Owwwww..." His face hits his pillow when he hears the door begin to unlock. He doesn't bother looking up, only presses his face deeper into his pillow and pushes his hand beneath his shirt to grip at his tummy. He hears a sigh and then feels the bed dip. He sniffles and peers out from under his pillow when his stomach muscles finally relax. "W-what are you doing back already? Where's everybody else?" It's Harry's turn to sniffle. "I-I um..I have so much to tell you. Nearly six years worth of things to tell you but I just..I don't even know how to start. I don't know how things got so bloody fucked up for us but-" Louis cuts him off with an intense groan, pressing a flattened hand to his throbbing belly. "I know, ok? I know I left that night but I just..I thought that's what you wanted. It's never been easy for us, you know that. And I love you. Could I really put you through something like this and risk hurting you and-" "Ughhhhhh Harry, I can't do this right now." "We HAVE to do this, Lou. I can't-I can't go another day without doing this." Harry's voice shakes and Louis can tell he's crying but the immense pain running through his body makes it hard for him to be able to focus on anything else. "No I...ughhhhhhh Harry, I want to but I just-FUUUUCK I CAN'T. My stomach...FUCK my belly is killing me, Haz..." Harry turns to look at him and gasps. He places a hand to Louis' belly and his eyes bulge. "Your stomach feels really tense." "I-I know. Fuck, H. I've never b-been in pain like this, I-FUCK! I think I'm dying or something." Harry gasps again and pulls Louis' shirt up abruptly. Louis yelps at the cold air and Harry's eyes widen. "Louis....you're fucking..you're fucking pregnant?!" "Excuse me? Are you really going to fucking be rude to me about my weight when I'm in this much pain? Just rub my stomach or something you dick. Or call an ambulance, FUCK IT HURTS HARRY." Louis grunts, kicking his legs in discomfort. "No Lou, you're...you're pregnant. Your stomach's all rounded out and-oh FUCK..." Louis watches as he counts on his fingers and his eyes widen, "You're in labor.." "Harry SHUT UP. If you aren't going to help me then FUCK OFF." Louis hisses and sits up abruptly, bending over himself with a low growl. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." And then he feels it. The undeniable urge to push overwhelms him and he gasps, gripping onto Harry's wrist. "Harry, I'm-" Harry nods. "I know." And twelve pushes, sixteen screams, and fifteen minutes of being stunned later, Louis and Harry's daughter is lying against Louis' chest. She's perfectly healthy which shocks Louis beyond belief with how much shit he put his body through. He's taken to the hospital anyway with his precious daughter and they are given a perfect bill of health. Liam and Niall are shocked but still happy for their bandmates. They name her Lola. Lola is so much more than just a daughter to Louis and Harry. Lola is what brought them back together again. Because once Lola was taken back to the nursery to allow Louis some rest, Harry grabbed Louis and kissed him long and passionately. And no apology or I love you's were needed. Because both boys know. And they both feel the same.

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A Nurse Should Know

Harry whimpers when he hears the loud blare of his alarm at 4 AM. Being a nurse has never been a nine to five job for him but it still doesn't make it any easier to get up and going when it's still dark out. He sits up and presses a hand to his stomach with a grimace. He must've eaten something that upset his stomach for dinner last night because he's been in and out of the bathroom all night with harsh stomach cramps that seem to come and go. He thought getting a bit of sleep would help but upon sitting up, he still feels the weird cramping he's felt all night. It's different than a normal upset stomach though, his muscles feel tight and he even feels the pain in his back. He doesn't feel really sick to his stomach or anything but the pains seem to only be getting worse no matter what medication he takes. Even going to the bathroom didn't help at all. He's honestly just looking forward to finishing up his shift so he can come back home and lie down with a hot water bottle. He stands up and heads over to the closet and pulling out his usual scrubs for work. He tries to be as quiet as possible as his boyfriend of six years sleeps soundly in the bed before him. Harry can't help but feel a sting of jealousy at the boy who's only job is to race around little sticky five year olds all day. He gets to wake up at 7 AM when the sun is actually up with him. Harry pulls on his scrubs and turns to head toward the bathroom when he feels his stomach muscles clench up again. He hisses and closes his eyes, gripping on to his dresser. "Mmmgh..." He can't help the small moan that leaves his lips as the pain begins to grow harsher in his abdomen and back muscles. He hears Louis snort and begin to move about in bed and bites his lip, feeling bad that he's woken Louis at such an early hour. "Haz?" His sleepy voice calls, patting the bed beside him in confusion. "Mhmm...sorry...ugh...sorry, I really didn't mean to wake you." "It's okay. Early shift?" "Need to leave in about fifteen minutes." Harry says through gritted teeth, still bowed over a bit. Louis gives him a worried look and scoots further down the bed to get a good look at him. "Are you alright?" Harry sighs, standing up straight and placing a hand to the center of his belly. "Yeah..I'm fine. Just a bit of an upset stomach." Louis frowns. "Are you feeling sick?" "No..I've just been up all night from cramps in my stomach..I don't know what's going on." "Do you think you should call in?" Harry snorts. "Yeah..like I could." "I'm sorry.." "It's ok..sorry, I'm just grumpy because I'm not feeling very good. I shouldn't take it out on you." "Call me when you get a break?" "Of course." Louis snuggles back into bed after Harry kisses his feathery hair. Harry heads to the bathroom to fix his wild curls and brush his teeth. He feels the cramping sensation again in his stomach just after putting his toothbrush into the holder. He grimace and presses a hand to the counter as the other grips his hip. "Mmmgh..." He moans under his breath, rubbing a hand over his stomach as it clenches up tightly, "Mmmm...mmmmmgh..." The pain fades and he shakes it off, heading downstairs to grab a bit of breakfast. Nothing sounds appetizing in the least but he spots a banana and grabs hold of it, biting into it quickly. Bananas have potassium and that's supposed to help with cramps so he's hoping it'll do the trick. He finishes it up as he grabs his keys and heads towards the garage. He stops short of the door and crosses his arms over his middle, bending slightly as another pain lances through his tummy. He grunts and quickly rushes over to the closest bathroom downstairs. He pulls down his pants, groaning lightly when the pain builds and sits down on the toilet. "Ughhh..." He groans, pressing one hand to his thigh and the other flat to his tummy. He bends forward and clutches his tummy tightly as he tries to relieve himself of the growing pain. He's not able to go but the pain does eventually fade so he stands up from the toilet and washes his hands quickly, cursing when he sees that if he doesn't leave now he'll be late. He drives silently to work which is rather unusual for him. He's always listening to some sort of music on the way to the hospital but today he's in no mood for it. He's exhausted and the cramps in his stomach are only getting stronger. He really doesn't want to go to work feeling like this but he also REALLY doesn't want to get fired. He feels semi-fine until he pulls up to the red light just before the hospital. The same cramp radiates harshly from his back all the way up his sides and to the front of his belly, pulling his skin taut and gripping his muscles like a vice. He presses his head into the driver's seat and grips onto the steering wheel, pressing his free hand to his aching stomach. "Ughhhhh.....mmmmgh...." The pain ends just as the light turns green and he quickly zooms into the parking deck. The morning is a long and hectic one for Harry, bouncing from room to room for several different patients. He attempts to ignore the constant pain racking in his belly but it's getting harder and harder to do so as the hours drag on. He steps out of his latest patients room quickly and leans over himself, gripping the side of the wall. "Ughhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmgh...." He moans, pressing a hand to his stomach. The pain fades quickly and he sniffles, rubbing his eye and heading over to his next patient. He's so ready to go home and lie down. He walks into his patient's room and gives them a small smile. The patient begins talking to him but he finds it hard to pay attention to what they're saying as another cramp tightens his tummy muscles. He leans over the small travel desk in the room and grimaces. "Mmgh.." He moans under his breath, pressing a hand to his stomach. "Um are you ok?" The woman asks, watching him grimace. "Yeah..." He exhales deeply, "Yeah I'm really sorry about that. I haven't been feeling well today. Bit of an iffy tummy..please continue." "Do you need a doctor?" He laughs. "Honestly? I just need my husband and a hot water bottle." She smiles. "That sounds heavenly right now." Harry is able to pay attention the rest of the visit with the nice woman and walks out the door. As soon as he steps back into the hallway, he feels another tense stomach pain. He presses a hand to his back and one to his middle and groans with his eyes closed tight. "Ughhhhh...ughhhhhh..." "Are you alright, Harry?" His nurse friend, Perrie asks, pressing a hand to his upper back. He exhales in a long puff. "Honestly? I feel shit. My stomach is killing me." She frowns and presses a hand to his forehead. "You don't have a fever...right or left side?" He laughs lightly. "Already had my appendix out. It's more all over anyway and my back. T's just cramping up like crazy. I must've eaten something off for dinner.." He sighs, rubbing a hand over his belly as the cramp begins to wane. She frowns. "I hope you feel better soon darling." "Me too.." He breathes. He's able to finally get a break three hours in to work and heads toward the changing room. He pulls his phone out of his safe and sighs, sitting on the small bench in the room. His stomach cramps up again and he groans, pressing both hands to his belly and bending over. "Ohhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhh...." The pain passes and he whimpers, staying in his bent over position. He pulls out his phone and sniffles, pulling up Louis' name. "I'm on break." He sends and bites his lip, waiting for Louis' responses "I'm at recess!" Harry smiles softly but it soon fades as another crashing wave of pain lances over his tummy. "Can you call me?" He manages once the pain fades a bit. Louis doesn't call right away and by the time he does, Harry's stomach is cramping up again. "Mmmmgh hello?" He grunts out, pressing a hand to his middle. "Harry? What's wrong?!" "Ohhhhh m'hurting bad, Lou. Ohhhhh my stomaaaaaaaaach..." "Still cramping up love?" "Mhmm worseeeee." "Have you used the loo?" "I c-can't." "I think you need to get checked out, H. This doesn't seem normal." Harry takes in a sharp inhale. "I c-can't I'm still on duty...." "Promise me if you still feel rough when you get off you'll get checked out?" "I just wanna come home..." Harry grunts. "After you get checked out." "Fine. I've got to go, breaks over." "Love you." "Love you too." Harry trudges over to the sinks in the room and bends over, splashing water onto his face and burying his face in his arms. He feels his belly roll in pain again and moans. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhh......ohhhhh..." The day stretches on and Harry feels worse and worse. He has to keep stopping in the hallways after seeing patients to bend over and moan through another intense pain radiating through his belly. By lunch time he's miserable and instead of getting food, he opts for sitting at a table alone with his head buried in his hands. "Ughhhhhhhh....ughhhhhhhhhhhh...UGHHHHH."He groans, gripping at his throbbing belly. It feels hard as a rock beneath his scrubs and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit nervous over it. He's only got a bit more time left before he can clock out and go home and he's never felt more ready to see his bed. He feels MISERABLE, worse than he's ever felt at work before and he's worked through the stomach virus before. He walks out of the cafe and heads over to the nursing station, looking through his notes on his computer. He feels another pain ripple over the tight muscles in his belly and he grits his teeth, putting both arms on the table and bending forward. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He knows he's being loud but he can't bring himself to care at this point. He's able to get through three more patients before the pain in his stomach becomes nearly crippling. He feels a wave of intense pressure and the need for the restroom presents itself like a viscous wave. He grips his stomach and rushes off to the loo, grunting and groaning as he pulls his scrubs down and sits on the toilet. He grips his thighs and bends over. "Mmmmmmmmmmmgh...ughhhhhhhhhhhhh...OHHHHHHHHHHHH..." He feels a surge of water leave him and scrunches his nose at the weird sensation. He's never felt anything like it before but it's enough to make him ready to leave work now-done with shift or not. He walks out of the loo with both arms crossed over his stomach in a slightly slouched position. He heads over to the head nurse and tries to keep his breathing steady. "I'm r-really sorry m-my shift isn't over but I'm really not feeling well. I've been in and out of the bathroom all day with really bad stomach cramps and I-" "Oh darling, you look absolutely dreadful. Don't worry about it, ok? We'll get someone to cover you. Go home and get some rest." And Harry must look about as bad as he feels because that was rather easy. He walks to his car, stopping every few steps to kneel and groan through the intense waves of pain. He finally makes it and switches his car on, heading out on the road toward his house. "Ohhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh my stomaaaach....ughhhhhhh...UGHHHHHHH OWWW..." He shouts, gritting his teeth and punching his steering wheel as the pain grows unbearable. He heads off to his room immediately upon entering the house, pressing a hot water bottle tightly to his skin. It doesn't work at all for the cramps. "Ohhhhhhh....ohhhhhhh...oww..ow...owwww..." He kicks his feet uncomfortably about and whines. When Louis comes home, Harry is in complete misery, tossing and turning on the bed nearly sobbing against the pain. Louis is scared to death but Harry won't allow him to call a doctor instead pressing his tiny hands into his belly begging for a tummy rub. "Ohhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhh..." Harry quickly sits up from the bed and rushes off toward the bathroom, Louis following quickly behind. "Babe WHATS WRONG?" Louis asks, voice rising in panic. "I don't know..I DON'T KNOW IT HUUUUURTS..I...I have to go to the bathroom..I...ughhhhhh......" Harry pushes hard and Louis' eyes bulge. "Harry?!" "I...there's a really bad pressure in my lower belly...owwwwwwww..." He screams, pushing hard again. Louis assumes he's releasing his bowels but he's never seen anyone struggle so hard to do so. Harry eyes suddenly burst open and he grips Louis' wrist. "Wha-" "Something's happening! SOMETHINGS HAPPENING, LOUIS!!!" Louis' eyes search frantically all over Harry's body for what he must be talking about. Harry shakily lifts his shirt and Louis feels like fainting when he sees a bloody mass hanging from his husband. "H-Harry..s-something is.." "HELP ME." Louis helps Harry off the toilet and Harry immediately falls on all fours. Louis gasps and Harry looks back at him frantically. "WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?" "H-Harry...I-I-its a baby...a b-baby's h-head is hanging from you..." Louis' face is pale as paper and Harry's breathing becomes erratic. "W-what do you mean?" "P-push Harry. You have to push!" "WHAT? NO! NO! I'm not even pregnant, Louis NO! I can't be having a baby..I...I don't have a belly or any-mmmmmmmghhh..." Harry's body bears down for him anyway and the baby's head pushes further towards freedom. Harry begins sobbing and Louis' hands shakily grab hold of the baby's head as he continues to push hard against the intense pains. He finally pushes the entire baby out and Louis shakily cuts the cord with his shoelace staring down in complete awe at the tiny life in his arms. "Is it..is it.." "He's fine. He's fine, Harry. He's crying and everything." "H-he?" Louis shakes his head. "It's a boy....we..we have a son." Harry and their baby boy are soon taken to the hospital where Harry is stitched up and praised for going through labor while working. The baby is checked over and given a clean bill of health, even weighing in at nearly seven pounds. The doctor explains to Harry that his busy lifestyle probably was the biggest reason he didn't realize he was ever pregnant. Since he is so fit, his belly didn't ever pop out like other pregnant people so the baby remained hidden until he began cramping. They decide to name him Aaron which means "miracle" because it's exactly what he is. A beautiful, unexpected miracle.

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Amazing

Pregnant Uni! Harry Louis is absolutely amazing, Harry's decided. Honestly it's a trait Harry's always known about Louis ever since they met in their ninth grade English class. Harry thought he was an amazing writer then. And when the two got to talking, he thought he was an amazing speaker. Then an amazing friend when Harry told him he had a crush on someone in the class. Then an amazing boyfriend when Louis found out who exactly the crush was on. And from the moment they first made love junior year of high school, he's known he's a fantastic lover. Now the two boys are seniors in college and Harry's found out a multitude of other things Louis is amazing at. Like knocking people up. Because Harry is nine months pregnant. He was terrified when he found out, just weeks after projectile vomiting in front of his entire ethics class, but Louis (being the amazing man that he is) calmed him down and even got him a bit excited for their tiny child's arrival. Since then, Louis has become many things. An amazing back massager, for instance, because Harry's belly has really popped out and his back is paying for it. He also must be some type of a baby whisperer because every time their soon to be son Lennon (yes..both boys are Beatles fans), begins kicking up a storm when Harry is JUST about to nap..Louis is there to coo at him until he's settled back down nestled snuggle in Harry's right rib. And Harry really must have the most shit luck of anyone because he's nearly ready to pop at the most overwhelming and busy season of his life. He's got three projects due, one test, and before he got pregnant he was honored to accept the invitation to prepare a gala for the big wigs at their university. He already told the chancellor he would be unable to attend since he SHOULD be popping his baby boy out at the time of the actual gala but he still has to make all the preparations for it. Which is why Louis is over now at nine in the morning sitting on the bed with a VERY grumpy Harry by his side. "Ughhhh my head is killing me, Louis! I don't want to do this right now!" Harry whines, pressing his fingers into his temples as it pounds steadily. Louis sighs. "Babe...your project is due tonight at midnight. I know you don't want to stay up that late now do you?" Harry huffs. "No...." "Ok. Then lets get it done now." Louis hums, rubbing Harry's rounded belly with his thumb. Harry pulls his laptop on his tummy and whimpers. "What's wrong now lovely?" "T's hot on my tummy.." Louis smiles and takes the laptop off Harry's belly and places it on his lifted knees. Harry smiles in thanks and bends awkwardly over his tummy and begins typing away. Thirty minutes later, the project is finished but Harry is pouting from an intense back ache from his awful positioning. "It huuuuurts." Harry cries, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Louis bites his lip hard, feeling terrible for his bloated lover. He presses his thumbs deeply into Harry's lower back and massages the tightened bundle of muscles at the base of his spine. He rolls up his top, cooing when Harry's rounded belly is exposed. He gives his sides a quick rub, making Harry shiver from his cold hands, and goes back to massaging his aching back. Soon Harry is struggling to keep his eyes open. Louis feels awful doing it but the poor boy has about a trillion things to do today so he doesn't really have much time to nap. "Lovely? Hazzzzzza? Open up those pretty green eyes for me." Harry groans and cuddles into Louis' chest. "Up you get, love. We've got gala shopping to do." "I don't want to, m'tired, Lou.." "I know you are, love. But you made a commitment. I know you'll regret breaking it if you do." Harry sniffles and nods, sitting back up with a wince. Louis feels awful but he knows Harry will be more upset if he doesn't do his best work. Harry stands and sniffles again, pressing his hands to his hips. "Lets go." He mumbles groggily. Louis smiles because Harry is in lazy clothes that he finds adorable but he knows that Harry would be mortified at his attire if he weren't so uncomfortable. Louis helps him out the door and up into his car. Harry presses his head onto his hand and rubs the side and front of his belly with the pads of his fingers. "Feeling ok love?" "I just have too much on my plate, I think. Babes is moving around like mad. Think he can feel my anxiety." "Babe. Don't be anxious. We'll get everything done." "I just wish I felt better so I could be more help." Louis tuts. "H, you're almost to your due date. Of course you're feeling shit. I'm so proud of you for all you're doing." Harry smiles lightly and grabs onto Louis' hand tightly. Louis pulls into the square and helps Harry out of the car. It takes forever to get all Harry needs for the gala and Louis can tell the poor boy is fading fast. He keeps grabbing onto anything solid near him to lean on and his hand hasn't left his back since stepping out of the car. His breath hitches every few minutes and Louis can always tell if his breath has been taken away by Lennon's rough kicks or a Braxton hick. In short, the poor boy is exhausted and Louis realizes with horror that he hasn't had the slightest bit to drink today. "You thirsty, H?" He asks Harry when the boy pinches his nose. Dehydration causes headaches. Harry nods, licking his lips. Louis dashes off to the closest drink machine and quickly pays for three bottles of water just for his favorite curly haired lad. Harry smiles graciously when he spots him and it grows when Louis slowly helps him ease down into a chair to rest for a bit. Louis sees Lennon's rough kicks through Harry's shirts and smiles, placing a flattened hand over his belly, rubbing in soft circles. "Hi little L. How about settling down for a bit so daddy can relax?" Louis hums. Harry smiles from behind his water bottle and darts his eyes down to Louis. "Wooo..he's going mad in there. Think he's preparing, you know?" Louis beams. "I hope so." Harry shrugs. The shopping last for four more hours and by the time the pair drops off what they've bought by the meeting hall, Harry's fading fast. His eyes droop heavily and his head keeps falling onto Louis' shoulder. "Lets get you two to bed, hm?" Harry nods sleepily, blinking slowly. "M'really tired.." Harry slurs, rubbing a fist to his eye. Louis helps him to the car and his head falls straight back to the seat. He smiles and reclines the seat so Harry can be a bit more comfortable and gets into the driver's side. Louis' phone blares through the silent vehicle and he curses loudly. "Hello?" He seethes, even though the caller has no idea he's nearly burst Harry's delicate ears beside him. "Oi what's with the sass mate?" Louis' friend, Niall says with a laugh. "You nearly woke Haz." Niall curses. "Sorry. How's he doing? Has he popped yet?" "No. He's alright, really uncomfortable..you know." "Thankfully I don't. Anyway was wondering if you wanted to go out with me and the lads tomorrow night to celebrate Stan's birthday." Louis bites his lip. "Go." Harry murmurs from beside him, making him jump. "Are you sure, Haz? I don't like the thought of you being alone when you're so far along." "I'll be fine. Want a relaxing night anyway. You deserve it." "Yeah mate. You deserve it!" Niall coos jokingly. Louis rolls his eyes. "Alright mate. I'll come out. But only to beat your ass in beer pong." "You're on. See you then." - "You promise you'll call me if you feel anything? Anything at all?" "Louuuuu. M'fine. Leave me alone, was napping." Harry mumbles, pushing his overprotective boyfriend towards the door. He's been majorly exhausted today, nearly sleeping the entire day away which naturally puts Louis on edge. He really doesn't have a good feeling about leaving Harry especially when the boy woke up nauseated and threw up. But Harry keeps insisting that he's fine and keeps pushing Louis to go. Louis has a sneaking suspicion that the poor lad feels guilty for keeping him hauled him in the house even though Louis could care less. He loves being around Harry. But if going out and allowing Harry to have a nice, relaxing night in will make him happy..then Louis will do it. Still. He'll probably call the boy every hour or so. "Ok. Call me, ok?" "Fine." Harry murmurs groggily. Louis smiles, kissing his fingers and placing them to Harry's belly and then peppering kisses all down his hair. Harry giggles sleepily and Louis walks out the door satisfied. - Harry wakes up from his nap feeling incredibly nauseous again. He groans, sitting up and bending slightly, gripping onto the side of the bed as he swallows thickly. He pushes his hand beneath his shirt and groans again as his tummy rumbles about queasily. He burps sickly and presses a fist to his mouth before stumbling off to the toilet. Vomiting is quite hard now as his belly gets in the way of him and the toilet. He dry heaves hard and spits into the toilet with a queasy moan. He rolls his shirt up and fans his belly, feeling intensely overheated. He's finally able to bring up a bit of vomit and is left gagging dryly once it leaves his stomach. He sniffles and buries his clammy face into his arms over the toilet. He hisses and his brow furrows when he feels a cramping twinge deep within his belly. He sits up and presses both hands to his sides. "Ugh...." He groans, under his breath, "Wooo...woo...." He rubs the pads of his fingers over his belly in lines, grimacing when the cramp grips tighter. The pain lets up and Harry grips onto the bathtub, turning onto his knees and standing up from the floor shakily. He wipes a hand down his face miserably and sniffles, eyeing the tub. Maybe a relaxing bath will help settle his stomach a bit. He starts the water and takes a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly. He waddles to his linens closet and grabs a towel and a washcloth. He wets the cloth and sets it on the side of the tub, stripping out of his clothes as fast as he can with a heavy, solid belly around his waist. He lies back into the water and sighs in relaxation, closing his eyes. He pats around for the wash cloth and places it over his forehead. He takes more deep breaths and sets a hand down on his belly. It feels firm and solid beneath his hand and he can feel Lennon's every little wiggle inside. He lies his head down on the inflated pillow on the back of the tub that Louis bought on a whim after the second time Harry fell asleep in the tub. His brow furrows and he inhales sharply as his belly tightens in his hand again. A wave of pain crashes over his tight abdominal muscles and he cringes, rubbing a hand up and down his belly. "Wooo...wooo....mmmgh...mmmgh..." He moans silently but breathily, deep exhales flaring from his nostrils as the pain grows more intense. He rubs the bottom of his bloated belly and huffs before the pain slowly leaves his body. His phone blares from the toilet seat and he moans, not feeling up to getting up from his spot and see who's calling. Of course it's Louis. He knows that. He doesn't even have to look to know that. "Llo?" He mumbles, pinching his nose. "Hiiiiiiiiii lovey dovey." Harry smiles softly at Louis' drunken words. "Hi." "I'm just checking on you. Missing you like craaazy." "M'ok. You having fun?" Harry asks, rubbing a finger up and down his protruding belly button. "Loads babe. LOADS. Thank you so much for letting me come out." Harry smiles. He might feel rough but he can't take this night away from Louis. He's worked far too hard for it. Harry grimaces when he feels the familiar clenching in his belly. He presses his head back into the pillow and places both hands beneath his belly. "Ugh....." He breathes out uncomfortably. Luckily it doesn't seem to phase Louis who continues to mumble on. "I've got to go, Lou." Harry chokes out. Before Louis can answer he hangs up, tossing his phone away from the tub. "Ugh..." Harry presses his face into his fisted hand, rubbing the top of his belly. The pain ends and he whimpers. He stays in the tub as the water lapsing over his aching tummy relaxes him a fraction. Soon enough though, the dull cramps crank it up a notch and lying back in the tub becomes too unbearably uncomfortable. He gets on his knees to get out of the tub when he feels another clenching pain in his belly. He shutters and presses his face into his fist, spreading his legs a bit so his belly can fall into the warmth of the water. "Mmmgh..." He groans through gritted teeth lightly from the back of his throat, "Mmmgh...mmmgh....." He lifts his head back and takes a deep inhale in. "Woooo....woooooo....ughhhhhhhhh..." He rubs a hand down his side and bites his lip. The pain disappears and he shakes his head, standing up on shaky legs. He slips into a pair of pajama pants and a tight t shirt. His belly button protrudes out of the front of the shirt but he could care less right now. He waddles miserably into his living room and sits down on his couch, curling up and crossing his arms over his belly. He picks the remote up and turns the tv on a random channel to try and relax a bit. His face scrunches and he presses both hands to the top of his rock hard belly. "Hohhh...hohh.." He sucks in a breath and pushes his belly outward. The pain ends and he whines, sitting all the way back up again with a grumble. He waddles to the kitchen and pours himself a big glass of water and sips on it as he sways from side to side, attempting to calm the baby inside his belly. Instead of helping, the water sloshes uncomfortably in his tightening belly and he soon finds himself heaving into the sink again. When he feels well enough to leave the sink, he turns to go back to his burrowed spot on the couch. His belly seizes up painfully again and he gasps, gripping onto the counter. He exhales sharply from his nose and closes his eyes, rubbing the top of his belly as he rocks side to side. And uh oh. His belly hurts. And it's not just small cramps or dull aches anymore. It's full on gripping pains that make him stop in his tracks. And that can only mean one thing. It's time. And. He's alone. He sucks in a breath once the contraction ends and picks up his phone, taking a deep, calming breath. He dials Louis' number carefully and paces the kitchen, massaging the top of his belly as he walks. Louis doesn't answer. Harry takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly to remove the annoyance flaring in his chest. He was the one who told him to go after all. He waddles back to the living room and plops down on the couch. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels a contraction roll his belly forward. He grips onto the side of the couch and leans over slightly, rubbing his belly side to side and in circles. "Ow...ow..." He mumbles, scrunching his face, "Ughh......ughhhhhhhhh..." Harry gives Louis a few more minutes to call before dialing back again. He grips onto his phone as another contraction clenches in his belly. "Mmmmmgh come on Lou..." Harry mumbles, rubbing his side in lines and circles, "Mmmmgh..." Louis doesn't answer again and Harry whimpers. He stands, feeling far too uncomfortable to sit any longer. He rolls his top back up as a hot flash rushes through his body. He throws his head back and rubs his sides as his belly heaves forward. His contractions are close and they're painful. He doesn't want to be alone anymore. He's hurting and he doesn't know when Lennon will make his arrival but all he can do is PRAY it's AFTER Louis gets home. "Ughhhhhhhh....ughhhhhhhhhh......wooo...woo.." He paces for a while but the pain soon overcomes him and he's left leaning over the couch, belly hanging freely below him. "Hohhhhhhhhhgh....uuuuuuughh...ugh....." He moans, rocking his hips slowly. He rubs his eyes and sniffles, dialing Louis once more. He feels like breaking down in tears when it just goes straight to voicemail. Fuck Louis for not hearing his phone. Fuck Louis for not charging his phone. He thought he cared. He thought he was AMAZING. But he's not even here when he needs him the MOST. Harry lies down miserably on his side down on the couch and pulls the throw that was on the couch over his legs as he shutters from the pain. He pulls his phone out shakily and googles how long labor might take. He's both horrified and relieved when he sees how long labor might actually take. Louis SHOULD be able to make it before Harry's pushing and that, at least, gives him a bit of relief. Harry sits up uncomfortably when the urge to see becomes overwhelming. He grips the couch and tucks his chin to his chest as his belly tenses up again painfully. "Ughhhhhh...ow..ow...." He presses the heels of his palms to his sides and presses them into his rock hard belly as it twinges and heaves. He waddles to the bathroom and sits heavily onto the toilet, puffing out exhales of air as his belly continues to contract and tense up, lapsing the baby within him further down his body. He feels hot and cold and nauseous and sick. He grips the side of the toilet and throws his head back. "Ohhh...ohhhh...woooooooo...woooooo....uuuugh..." He feels a large pop and his eyes widen. His water just broke. And Louis is still not home. He whimpers and stands up, hand pressed to the bottom of his belly as he grips onto the counter. "Ughhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmmgh...mmmmgh.." He wiggles out of his bottoms and waddles to his bedroom when his tummy muscles relax. He scrunches his nose when he feels himself still leaking. He pulls on some dry boxers and places a plastic puppy pad (thankfully their puppy, Pongo, never needed them) beneath him so he won't leak onto the bed. "Hohhhhughhhh....ughhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhh..." He kicks about uncomfortably and squeezes his eyes shut tightly. "Wooo..wooo...wooo..." He breathes, rubbing the bottom of his bloated belly. - Louis stumbles into the house and looks around in confusion at all the lights still on in the house. It's late and he doesn't hear or see any signs that Harry is still up except for the lights. Harry never leaves the lights on. "Harry?!" He calls, stumbling into the living room. He doesn't see anyone and his heart begins to hammer against his chest. He rushes up the stairs and bursts into their bedroom and frowns immediately upon seeing his poor boyfriend. His body is turned toward Louis while his head is smashed into a pillow. He hears loud whimpers and moans leaving the boy's lips as he presses both hands to his belly. He attempts to rush into the room but falls when his legs get tangled. Harry groans again as his belly clenches tightly with another contraction. He can feel lapses and waves inside his belly pushing Lennon towards freedom. It hurts and the pain is making him incredibly nauseous, dry heaving over the bed every few seconds when a new pain rolls over his belly. He feels a hand on his shoulder and jumps. "Ughhhhh....ughhhhhhh..." Harry whimpers, rubbing a flat hand against his tight skin. Louis places a hand to his belly and gasps at how rock hard it feels. He rubs his hand in large circles as Harry kicks his feet around in discomfort. Harry sniffles once the pain ends and turns to Louis. He sits up shakily and buries his head into Louis' chest. "Oh love...don't cry baby...what's happened?" Harry groans and grips Louis' hand, placing it on his throbbing belly. Louis rubs without instruction and soon feels like the biggest ass hole in the world. Harry's in labor. "Shhhh....shhh contractions, yeah?" Harry nods through his moans. "A while now?" "Ughhhhhhh..." Harry lurches forward, Louis gripping his hips so he doesn't fall face down. "W-water broke." Louis' eyes bulge. "Fuck...." He scrubs his face as Harry wiggles in discomfort. Louis helps him stand and Harry leans against him, head lying to his shoulder. "Hhhhuuuuuugh...hhhhuuuuuugh..." Harry moans, swaying with his husband. Louis coo's and rubs his fingertips up and down Harry's heaving belly. "Oooooooohhh....ohhhhhh..." Harry falls forward, pressing his hands to his bed. Louis shushes him and rubs up and down his sides to comfort him. "Hhhuhghhhhhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmmgh...mmmgh...mmmmmmmgh.....c-can't s-s-stand." Louis quickly nods and helps him back on the bed, leaning up against the headboard, allowing Harry to lie against his chest. Harry brings his knees up toward his belly and presses his face into Louis' shoulder. Louis rubs his belly in large circles, shushing him. "I'm so sorry babe. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left. Please don't be mad, please." Harry swallows Buckley and shakes his head. "M'not......huuuurts..." "I know baby..I know, just take a few breaths. Do you think we should head to the hospital?" "D-don't have time...hhhohhhhhhghhh...." Louis nods, although he feels terribly sick to his stomach because that means HE has to deliver this baby himself. And that's terrifying. "Hhhowwwwwwwwwwwww Louuuuuiiiis!" Harry groans, gripping at his knee. "What is it love?!" "P-push." "Wha-oh. OH. Um...ok...ok...we can do this. We can do this, ok? Lets just..lets slip your pants off." Louis shimmies Harry out of his boxers as the boy continues to groan. Harry gets up on his knees and grips at his thighs as he spreads his legs and bends down to the bed. "Nnnnnghhhh....wooooo....wooo...." Louis scoots behind him and rubs his sides up and down. "Shhh...shhh...." "Hhhhhughhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmghhh...." Louis' massages Harry's lower back as the boy grunts and groans deeply. It's nearly an hour of sweating, painful groans, tears, and intense contractions before Louis sees the slightest bit of progress. A tiny quiff of brown hair peaks out from Harry's opening and Louis' beams. "Ughhhhhhhhh I can't.i can't it HURTS." "No babe! No! No! You can. You ARE, Harry. He's RIGHT there babe. Just a bit longer." Harry grunts and bears down again. Louis squeals as his son's head fully emerges. He only has to push three more times before Lennon is falling into Louis' arms with a loud cry. Louis is a blubbering mess but somehow manages to cut his son's cord with his shoelace. He hands Lennon off to Harry and quickly dials emergency services. Louis soon hears the sirens and relaxes for the first time since arriving home. He feels Harry's hand grip his arm and he jumps, turning toward him. "You're amazing." Harry says, tears rolling heavily down his cheeks. Louis smiles. "No Haz..." He kisses his curls and ruffles his son's sticky wet hair, "You are."

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Just Want Mum

Homesick and Actual Sick Young! Harry

"Harry, come on! It's only nine thirty! Come have drinks with us! Even LIAM is going and he can't even drink!" Louis begs, pulling on his curly headed boyfriend's arm. The boys are on their very first tour and things are still very new and absolutely mad for them. Louis feels like he's living on cloud nine being able to live out his dream with the boy of his dreams by his side. The other four boys decided after their concert that they'd head over to Zayn and Niall's room to have a few beers and celebrate the success they've had so far (or that's how Niall put it anyway but they're sixteen and eighteen year old boys, they'll really use any excuse to drink). Harry smiles tiredly at his boyfriend but shakes his head. "You lot have fun. I want to turn in a bit early tonight, I'm knackered." Louis pouts because his pouts usually make Harry do whatever he wants him to do but they clearly are no match to Harry's exhaustion because the boy still shakes his head and heads in the direction of his hotel room. Louis pouts after him, obviously torn on what he should do now. "Come on, Tommo! Bet I can outdrink you!" Niall taunts and that gets Louis' attention quick. Because he's never lost a bet and he doesn't plan to do it now to a boy two years younger than him. He'll just have a few drinks to prove Niall wrong then go cuddle with his curly headed lover. They've got their whole lives to be together after all. He rushes after Niall, tripping him in the process and belting out a belly laugh when the boy falls on his face. - Harry sighs once safely inside his hotel room alone. He's been feeling a bit under the weather all day, exhaustion weighing heavy in his bones and now since eating dinner after the concert he's developed a stomach ache that doesn't seem ready to go anywhere anytime soon. He trudges into the bathroom, reaching up into the medicine cabinet and reading three or four labels before dropping them all in frustration. He's never been sick away from his mum before and he really has no idea how to help himself. He pulls off his stuffy clothes and tosses them somewhere near his suitcase, pulling out a pair of warm pajama pants and a t shirt before curling up beneath the covers. He pulls out his phone and dials his mum, wincing when the loud ring pierces through his ears making his head hurt. "Hello?" His mum asks cheerily, obviously thrilled to hear his voice when she gets the chance. "Hi mum." He says, voice sounding raspy and low. "How was your concert tonight darling? Where are you?" Harry swallows the large lump threatening to grow in his throat. He's so not used to being away from his mum so for her to have to ask where he even is makes him a bit emotional. "It was great. Fans were loud. We're in France now." "I bet it's beautiful there. Any plans for tonight? I'm sure you're all running high on energy after your smashing performance." Harry smiles, feeling warm at the sound of his mother's voice. His stomach grumbles uncomfortably bringing him back to reality and the warm feeling soon turns back to the unwell one that's clung to him all day. "No..I'm actually in bed." "Oh poor boy, exhausted yeah? The other boys asleep already?" "No..they're all in Niall's room." His mum grows quiet. "Harry, what's wrong? Did something happen with the boys?" Harry sighs, lying his head down on his arm. "No...I'm just not feeling great.." He hears his mum tut sympathetically. "Oh love. I'm so sorry. Have you got a fever? What feels bad?" "M'not sure..I haven't checked..but I'm really tired and my stomach's hurting...I..I wish you were here..." He feels his throat tighten and bites his lip. "I know, I do too, darling. I miss you but everything's going to be ok, alright? Is Louis there with you? Ask him if you lot have a thermometer handy." "H-he's in Niall's room with everybody else..I don't...I don't want him to know, mum. I really just want you.." She sighs sadly. "I wish I could be there lovely. Have you taken anything to help?" "I don't know what to take.." "Hm. Well let's figure it out together, yeah? Do you feel nauseous or does your tummy just hurt?" "It just hurts right now.." "Ok. Have you got a headache or anything?" "A little." "Ok. Why don't you try taking an Advil and warming up a hot water bottle to lie on your tummy?" "Ok..." "If you start to feel sick to your stomach, take some pepto bismol, ok? And maybe tell the boys if you start feeling worse or develop a fever, ok?" "O-ok." "Try and get some rest, sweetheart. You might just be exhausted." "Ok. I love you, Mum." "I love you too, darling. Let me know how you feel in the morning. I miss you. "I miss you too." Harry hangs up the phone and bites his lip hard against the tears threatening to spill. He feels terribly needy and alone and ill. He trudges out of bed and back into the bathroom where he finds the Advil and a hot water bottle. He fills the hot water bottle up and pops two Advil in his mouth. He grabs a Sprite out of the fridge before heading back to his bed and hugging the bottle to his tummy. - Louis hums into his beer can, eyes darting around the room at the four boys rough housing around him. Niall was right. He can out-drink Louis..by a LONG shot. And now Louis misses Harry. He's not used to them being apart and he's decided he really doesn't like it. Harry was acting strange before the concert and even more strange after. It makes Louis a bit nervous. What if he's going to break up with him or something?! He decides he's done being apart from Harry whatever the reasoning may be. He stumbles towards the door and Niall hoots after him something about using protection. He shoves his room key into the door and it rejects it. He whines in annoyance and tries again, nearly shouting in happiness when it goes through this time. The room is pitch black when he walks in and he has to squint to make sure he doesn't ram his leg or toe into any sharp objects. He sees a tiny bit of curls sticking out from the covers of the hotel bed he and Harry are usually cuddled upon and smiles. He sits on the bed and listens to Harry's deep, slow breathing. He shimmies beneath the covers and pulls on Harry's arm above his head with a whine. Harry grunts and his eyes twitch, brow furrowing. He pulls his arm down and pulls Louis to his chest with a hum. Louis yelps as cold plastic touches his bare skin and feels around for the culprit. His hand lands on the now cool hot water bottle and he pulls it up to his face in confusion. "Not feeling well, Haz?" He asks softly, checking Harry over. Harry hums and places Louis' hand on his tummy. "Hmm. Stomach was hurting after dinner." "Feeling any better?" "Not really.." "D-" "Can we just sleep?" "Course. Sorry babe." Louis coo's, kissing Harry's cheek and snuggling into his warm skin. Harry huffs, placing a hand on his stomach and giving it a soft rub before falling back to sleep. - A light turning on in the darkened hotel room wakes Louis up the next morning. He has time to open his eyes before Niall and Liam pounce on the bed and begin jumping up and down, shouting. Louis sits up with a sleepy smile, rubbing his eyes. He turns to Harry, who's eyebrows furrow as he turns on his side. "UP YOU GET HAZZA! No time to sleep! It's our day off!" Niall shouts, falling onto Harry's torso. Harry groans, pulling the covers up over his shoulder and shoving Niall off his body in annoyance. "Woah somebody's not in a good mood this morning." Niall says with a laugh from the floor. "Wake up, Hazza!!!" Liam shouts, jumping so close to his head that it bounces up and down. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry yells, pulling the pillow over his head. Liam shoots Louis a confused look but he just shakes his head. "Just leave him be. He's tired.." Liam shrugs and heads off into the direction of Zayn's room with Niall following closely behind him. Louis rubs Harry's back softly. "Are you alright, H?" "M'fine. I just want to be left alone." He snaps. Louis bites his lip. "Ok...do you want some breakfast?" "No." Louis frowns and gets off the bed. "Alright..let me know if you need me.." "Please just tell everyone to leave me alone for a bit..." He whimpers. "Ok.." Louis steps out of bed and heads out into the kitchen area with the rest of the boys, even Zayn has joined them despite looking nearly ready to fall back to sleep head first into his bowl of cereal. "Where's Harry?" Liam asks, looking around the room. Louis shrugs. "He doesn't want to get up." "Guess we'll have to go back in and get him!" Niall shouts, standing up. Louis holds out his hand to stop him and shakes his head. "Don't. He said he wants to be alone." "Is he alright?" Liam asks, looking worriedly towards Harry's bedroom door. Louis shrugs. "He said his stomach hurt after dinner last night but he slept through the night fine." Liam hums. "Maybe he's just tired. We'll leave him be until he's ready to wake up or it's time for us to go." The boys mess around for a few hours before getting restless. "Can we start getting ready? I want to explore the city." Niall whines, munching on a bag of crisps. Louis snorts. "By exploring do you mean eating?" Niall shrugs. "It's one in the same." Louis rolls his eyes with a smile. "Is Harry still sleeping? Even I've been up for ages now." Zayn says from his spot on the couch, cuddled up to Liam's shoulder. "I'll wake him up while you lads get ready." Louis heads off in the direction of Harry's bedroom but his hand stops on the handle. He's nervous honestly. He's never been around Harry alone when he's sick and he doesn't seem like the type to want to be helped. Still. It's part of being his boyfriend to take care of him when he needs him so he opens the door anyway. Harry looks incredibly young and vulnerable all tucked up beneath the sheets. His face is stuck in a grimace even as he snoozes and Louis knows he must not be feeling well still. He climbs onto the bed and shakes Harry's shoulder lightly. Harry groans and turns away from his hand but Louis fluffs his curls to wake him further. Harry huffs and turns toward him, blinking himself awake. "Hi love." Harry doesn't answer, only rubs his eyes sleepily. He turns on his back and places a hand to his stomach with a long sigh. "We're all about to get ready and head out, want to hop up and shower with me?" Louis says with a wink. Harry sighs again and closes his eyes. "I don't feel good.." He says beneath his breath. Louis rubs his cheek with the back of his hand and frowns. "What's wrong?" Harry swallows thickly and furrows his brow. "My stomach hurts." "Do you need another Sprite?" Harry shrugs. "Didn't help the first time." He sits up and huffs, closing his eyes again. "What are you doing?" "Going to shower. We're leaving soon, yeah?" "But I thought you weren't feeling well?" "I'm not." "Then why are you going out?" "Please don't question me right now, Louis. I'm not in a good mood." Louis rolls his eyes in annoyance and stands up. "You're acting like a real ass hole right now." Harry shoots him a look before grabbing some clothes out of his suitcase and promptly slams the door in Louis' face. Louis huffs and rolls his eyes. He's not used to this. Usually Harry is in a great mood no matter the time of day so to see him so grumpy...it's weird. He knows he doesn't feel well but that's no reason to be so cold. Louis is the type to whine and complain and beg for cuddles when he's sick. Harry doesn't seem to be the same so Louis' not really sure what to do. He knows calling him an ass hole probably wasn't the best idea but Louis' never been able to hold his tongue. He hears the shower start up and begins picking out his clothes for the day. "Harry in the shower?" Liam asks from the door making Louis jump in fright. He huffs and nods. "Yeah. He is." "What's wrong mate?" "Nothing. He's just being pissy. You've been warned." Liam's face crinkles in confusion but he doesn't ask for a further explanation and Louis' really rather glad. The shower soon stops and moments later Harry steps out fully clothed with a hand on his stomach looking discomforted. Louis doesn't say anything, only brushes past him to get into the bathroom. His annoyance bubbles inside of him as he stands beneath the steam of the shower until he's too hot to take the blazing water on his skin. He steps out and into the clothes he's picked out for the day. He gets his teeth brushed and takes a deep breath before finally stepping out of the bathroom. His anger vanishes when he sees Harry seated on the bed with his head buried in his hands. He swears he hears little sniffles coming from the boy and that really breaks him. He gently sits on the bed next to him and places a hand on his back. "Hazza?" Harry jumps and sits up, eyes red rimmed. He turns quickly away from Louis to collect himself. "I just wanted to say sorry..I didn't mean to be an ass to you earlier." Harry mumbles with a sniffle. "It's okay. Are you alright? I've never seen you like this." "I'm fine. I'm just...I just need a nap or something. Can we go?" Louis stares at him but eventually nods. "Yeah..yeah lets go." Harry's quiet and doesn't really say much to the boys as they all walk to the car. Louis shoots Liam a knowing look and Liam pats Harry on the knee when they sit down in the van. "You alright mate?" He asks. Harry nods but lies his head down on his hand on the window seal telling him differently. They're nearly to the restaurant when Harry changes position and buries his head into Louis' neck. "Are you ok?" Louis hums quietly in his ear. "Mm...my stomach..." Louis tuts and brushes a tiny bit of his hair back. "Maybe you're just car sick...or hungry or something. Lets get some food in you." Harry scrunches his nose but his eyes remain tightly closed. The car stops and Louis shakes Harry lightly. The poor boy jumps up with his eyes wild, clearly not immediately recognizing his whereabouts. "It's alright, H. You just had a bit of a nap. We're at the restaurant." Harry's face crumbles and a small whimper leaves his lips as his hand presses into his stomach. "Come on love. I've got you." Louis coo's. - Harry stares down at the menu like it's just insulted him. He's pretty sure Louis is wrong about him just being hungry because as his eyes scan the menu, he feels nothing but worse. But everyone else is eating so he might as well try. He mumbles out his small order to the waitress who blushes and smiles at all of them. The other four boys begin chatting again, voices getting louder as each one tries to talk over another. Harry just sits between the chaos, blinking slowly and cringing when one of the boy's screams a bit too closely to his ear. The food comes shortly after and everyone digs in hungrily aside from Harry who picks at his like a small bird. Niall notices after his plate is cleaned that Harry still has a large amount on his plate. He scoots closer with a big smile and pats the boy on the shoulder. "Not going to eat that?" He says, eyes growing wild with hunger. Harry shakes his head, rubbing a fist to his eye with a yawn. "Not hungry babe?" Louis asks, lightly rubbing a thumb to his hip. Harry sighs and buries his face into his hands, shaking his head. Liam shoots Louis a confused look but Louis just sighs and shrugs, placing a hand on Harry's back. "Is he ok?" Zayn mouths to Louis. Louis shrugs again. "Haz?" Louis asks quietly. "Could I get by? I need some air." Harry mumbles, sitting up. Louis frowns. "Sure.." He says, letting him out of the booth. He doesn't ask to follow Harry but does it anyway. The curly headed lad sits on the bench outside of the restaurant and curls his arms over his stomach with a sigh, closing his eyes. The small amount of food he ingested sits heavily in the pit of his stomach and he feels more terrible than before. He feels a bit like throwing up now and he really just wants to go home and lie down. His brow furrows and he exhales sharply. "Harry?" He shivers. "I'm fine..I'm fine..I just...I don't think eating was a very good idea.." "Oh no..babe..I'm so sorry. That was totally my fault. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry sighs. "I really want my mum." He mumbles under his breath. "What was that babe?" "Nothing. I said no, it's fine." "Ok...just let me know if it gets worse, yeah?" He asks, placing a hand over Harry's stomach. Harry uncurls and stretches out, throwing his head back and letting Louis have a bit more access to his aching tummy. Louis feels his stomach grumble and roll painfully beneath his hand and the heat radiating from Harry's skin despite his shivering. The rest of the boys meet them outside moments later and Harry pushes Louis' hand off his stomach in an attempt to look more well than he's feeling. "Ready for a bit of shopping?" Niall asks the two boys. "Um..." Louis turns to Harry who still looks to be in pain despite his best efforts. Harry stands up and begins to follow the rest of the boys. Louis scrubs a hand over his face and follows suit. He watches Harry as the group walks from store to store. The boy is beginning to look more miserable as the day goes on, sitting down whenever the opportunity presents itself. "How are you holding up?" Louis asks him as they walk out of another store. Harry huffs and shrugs with a look of discomfort plastered all over his face. He tucks his head into Louis' shoulder and Louis frowns. "It's ok love. I've got you." He hums, "Can we sit down for a bit?" He asks the group who nods. "Lets get some ice cream." Niall says, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together. Louis hears Harry groan a bit but he's glad they at least get to sit down. The smell of ice cream immediately hits Harry like a brick wall, making his stomach roll nauseatingly and uncomfortably. He swallows thickly and shakily walks to a table, burying his face into his arms. Louis sits beside him, rubbing his back comfortingly and humming. The other boys sit down with their ice creams and begin chatting again. Louis joins in a bit but his main focus is on Harry who has begun to shift around a bit. He watches as the boy sits up and his face screws up, hand going beneath his shirt to rub at his tummy. "Lou...." He mumbles, pulling lightly on Louis' arm. Louis bends down to get a better look at his face and gasps when he sees how pale and clammy the boy looks. "Are you feeling ok?" Harry swallows thickly and shakes his head. "No I..." He stops and groans, "No...no Lou, I really need to go lie down.." He mumbles shakily. Louis' eyes bulge and he nods. "Ok...ok love...can you guys let us through?" Louis asks the other three boys who are frozen staring at Harry in worry. They snap back to reality when Louis whines impatiently and scoot out from the booth. Louis pulls Harry by the hand out into the fresh air. Harry groans and bends over, pressing one hand into the bench outside and the other to his stomach. "Harry, are you ok?! What can I do?!" "My stomach...it's bad..." "Ok...ok...just sit tight, ok? I'll call the van around." Harry sits down and groans, pressing a hand to his stomach. The van pulls around quickly and Louis breathes a sigh of relief. He helps Harry up and into the van before it speeds off toward the hotel. Harry lies his head back on the seat and places a hand flat to his stomach. "Ugh...." He moans, closing his eyes tight and swallowing thickly. "Harry?" "'Mmmm I don't feel good....I really don't feel good. I want my mum...." Louis bites his lip. "I'm sorry Hazza. I'll get you to the hotel and help you feel better soon, ok?" He hums, rubbing Harry's shoulder. The van pulls up to the hotel just in time it seems as Harry gags audibly the second it stops moving. Louis curses and pulls him by the hand out of the car. Harry grips onto his knees and rocks back and forth spitting onto the ground. "Come on H. Lets get you upstairs." Harry shakes his head and gags again before a mouthful of vomit splatters on the ground. Louis bites his lip and rubs his back as the boy lets out a choked sob. "I want my mum! Please..." Harry whimpers. "I'm sorry babe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Louis understands now Harry's bad mood from earlier. He's clearly never been sick away from his mum. It's never fun being sick anyway but being sick in a foreign place is nearly unbearable. He helps Harry step around his puddle of vomit and into the elevator. Harry groans again, immediately sliding down to his bum and burying his face into his hands. Louis helps him up the second they get to their floor and Harry stumbles toward his hotel door. He gags audibly from behind Louis as the boy curses and shoves the key into the lock unsuccessfully. "Sorry babe...sorry...sorry..this bloody fucking key!" He yelps as Harry gags again. Finally the door opens and Harry rushes inside, collapsing onto his knees in front of the toilet and throwing up again. Louis rubs his back and coos down to him as the boy sobs against the pain in his stomach. He thought throwing up might help his stomach feel better but it's only making the ache worse. To make matters worse, the vomiting is ripping his throat to shreds so every swallow feels like knives to the neck. He feels weak and shaky once his body gives him a break and Louis slowly helps him to his bed. Harry grips onto a pillow as tears roll down his burning cheeks. Louis walks back into the room with a cup of pink liquid and a Sprite and sits on the bed with a pout. "Oh my poor love..your poor tummy.." He hums, placing a hand on Harry's audibly groaning tummy. Harry places an arm over his face and groans. "Sorry love..am I hurting you?" Louis asks, immediately retracting his hand. Harry shakes his head and makes grabby hands toward Louis. "No...feels good...your hands are warm." He mumbles. Louis smiles. "You've gotten yourself quite sick, Styles." "M'sorry I'm such a mess..I just...I feel really shit and I've never been sick away from my mum before...it's really hard.." "No need to apologize love. I miss my family too..but I promise I'll take care of you really well in place of your mum." Harry groans and places a hand over his eyes. "Could you turn off the light? My head is killing me." Louis shoots from the bed over to the light switch and turns it down, plunging the room into darkness. "Thanks Lou." "Course H. I'd do anything for you." "I love you." Harry mumbles sleepily. Louis' eyes bulge. They've never OFFICIALLY said I love you before so this is a huge step. He tries to keep his composure knowing how awful Harry is feeling right now. "I...I love you too, H." He says, kissing him on top of the head. And yeah, Harry's still sick and missing his mum but having Louis around is always a good distraction.

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Sickly School Day For Styles

Sick at School! Harry

Forks and spoons clanking on plates and family chatter surround Harry Styles as he stares down at his dinner with a grimace. He's not usually this hostile toward chicken Parmesan but tonight it's taking all his energy to not fall asleep straight into his green beans. He hasn't felt well since he came home from school this afternoon. In fact, he's been lying in his bed either asleep or trying to be since three thirty. And the only reason he woke up now is because his mum called him down for dinner. His stomach REALLY doesn't want chicken Parmesan..or dinner...or food at all for that matter. "Harry darling? Aren't you going to eat? It's your favorite?" His mum hums, looking down at his full plate. Harry rubs his eyes and sits up from his slouched position. His mum frowns and doesn't wait for a response to her earlier question before going straight into mum mode. "You've been quiet all night. Is something wrong?" Her question gains stares from both his sister and his step dad. He sighs. "Actually may I be excused? I haven't been feeling well since school and I'd really just like to lie down." She frowns. "What's wrong darling?" Harry shrugs. "I'm just really tired and my stomach kind of hurts." His mum tuts and stands up, walking over to him and placing a hand to his forehead. She hums. "You do feel a bit warm. Let me grab you some medicine and then you can go lie down, ok?" He nods. "You said your stomach hurts?" He nods. "Anything else?" "I have a headache." She nods and pulls the bottles down from the cabinet, bringing it over to him. "Here darling. Take these. We're about to watch a movie, would you like to lie on the couch down here?" Harry rubs his eyes. He really would rather go to bed but the look on his mum's face makes him feel far too guilty to say so. "Sure." She smiles. "Alright good. We'll be in there in just a bit, ok? Go and lie down." Harry drags himself out of his seat and into the living room. He curls up on the couch and covers himself when a chill runs up his spine. He swallows thickly as the aftertaste of medicine makes his stomach go from achy to queasy. He closes his eyes for only a moment before the couch dips from another body sitting down. Harry opens his eyes and sees his mum beside him. "Are you asleep?" She coo's. He shrugs, a bit too out of it to talk much. She smiles and he feels a warm hand on his back. He closes his eyes and sighs, hoping the medicine will soon take effect. He feels a hand shaking him a while later and groans, swatting at it in annoyance. "Harry, its me. You fell asleep on the couch, love." Harry rubs his eyes sleepily and sits up. "How are you feeling?" "Tired." He slurs. She laughs and doesn't push the matter further, allowing him to pass her and go upstairs to his room. He cringes and presses his fingers to his temple upon entering his brightly lit bathroom. He brushes his teeth as quickly as he can and falls into bed miserably. He feels his phone vibrate and groans, patting his bed in search of it. His hand finally hits hard plastic and he brings it up to eye level, wincing when the bright light makes his head throb. "Babe :( I've called you three times since getting home. Are you mad at me?" It's Louis Tomlinson, Harry's boyfriend of two years and neighbor for fifteen . Although Harry feels awful, seeing the boy's name makes him smile. "Sorry Boo...I haven't felt well since school. I've been sleeping all day. I love you." He sets his phone down on the nightstand and sighs into his pillow. He hears another vibration and groans in annoyance. " :( I'm sorry, Haz. What's wrong?" "My stomach hurts and I have a headache. I'm really sorry I forgot to call. Please don't be mad but I'm really knackered and I'm going to sleep. Goodnight Boo, love you to the moon and back." He sends a few kissing emojis and places his phone back on the nightstand, finally going to sleep. When he wakes up again it's still dark out and for a moment he's confused as to why he's awake at all. But then he hears and feels an uncomfortable rumble in his tummy and burps sickly into his hand. His eyes bulge and he sits still for a moment until his body lurches forward. He rushes to his connecting bathroom and crashes to his knees in front of the toilet. He dry heaves several times but nothing comes up. He groans and spits into the water below him, standing up and flushing the toilet. He's glad he didn't throw up but he feels absolute miserable now. His skin is clammy and his stomach doesn't feel good at all. He lies on his cool sheets belly down and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. His blaring alarm clock wakes him the next time and he feels like crying because it doesn't feel like he's gotten a wink of sleep at all. He still feels sick to his stomach and the thought of actually stepping out bed makes him want to cry. He has a test today otherwise he would be staying in bed and possibly not moving for the rest of the day. He sits up in his bed, throwing his legs over the side. He sighs and rubs a hand over his stomach and stands up trudging over to his closet and picking out a t shirt and jeans. He takes them to his bathroom and lies them down, picking up his toothbrush and scrubbing over his teeth. The minty toothpaste makes him nauseous so once he's done he spits and splashes his face with water, burying his head in his arms. He starts the shower and prays for a miracle recovery beneath the warm water. He steps into the water and hums when the water warms his chilled skin. He shouldn't feel this cold when his skin feels so very hot. He's got a fever. He knows that. He feels a nauseous wave crash over his stomach and leans down, spitting into the water rushing down the drain. He sets a hand on his stomach and takes in a few shaky breaths before he feels well enough to step out of the shower. He dresses and heads down to the kitchen where he hears his mum cooking breakfast. He sighs, sitting down at the island on one of the stools. "Hi darling." She hums, coming over to him and rubbing his back. "Still not feeling well?" He presses his face into his arms and shakes his head. "Oh lovely..I'm so sorry..do you want to stay home from school?" "Can't..I have a test." She tuts as he sits up and reveals his pale face. "Ugh my stomaaaaaach." He moans, scrunching his face. "I'll grab you some more medicine and a Sprite." She hums in his ear and heads over to the cabinet. - "TOMLINSON! SLOW DOWN!" "Rita, I am LITERALLY going the speed limit." Louis sasses out his window at the woman who regularly taunts him walking the street. "You're always speeding down the roads. I should call the cops on you." "Rita, I am honestly going slower than you are walking right now." "There are children in the neighborhood that play!" "RITA THEY WOULD GET HURT FAR WORSE BY RUNNING INTO YOU THAN RUNNING INTO MY CAR, I am going UNDER 25!" "I can't wait until you lot move away." "I can't wait until you d-" Louis rolls up his window, deciding not to engage in Rita's behavior this morning. He'd much rather see his boyfriend's massive dimples instead of the back of a police car. He skids by Rita, making sure his tires make the loudest noise possible and pulls into Harry's driveway. He smirks and jumps out from the car, walking to Harry's door and unlocking it with his key he's had since he was seven. "Harry, I decided to be civil with Ms. Rita. You'd be proud. I rolled my window before wishing her dea-hey, what's happened?!" He pouts as he sees his usually spritely curly headed boyfriend lying on the island with his head stuffed into his arms. Harry groans. "Anne?!" Louis asks. She shakes her head. "He's not feeling well." "Your stomach still? Do you have a fever?" Anne nods with a worried look on her face. "Well lets get you straight to bed then." "I have a test." Comes Harry's raspy reply making Louis' frown deepen. "So? Retake it." "Can't." Louis rolls his eyes. "You're honestly going to go to school like THIS?" Harry sits up and scrubs his face. "Thanks for the vote of confidence babe." "Oh stop it Hazza. You know what I meant. You look..ill." "I don't feel great." "Did you throw up?" He shakes his head. "That's at least something, I guess." "Come on, we've got to get to school." Anne bites her lip. "Harry, call me if you feel worse. And Louis? Call me for him if he won't." "Will do, Anne." "Drive safe!" Louis helps a very wobbly Harry out to the car and into the passenger seat. Harry sighs, lying his head on the cool glass window and a hand on his stomach. "You're sure you'll be ok today?" Harry shrugs. "I kind of have to be." "Does your stomach just hurt or are you feeling sick?" "Both." Louis chews his lip in worry. The car ride is silent and when Louis looks over at Harry, he realizes the boy has fallen back to sleep. He feels terrible shaking him awake but he has limited options. "Babe? We're here." Harry's eyes pop open and he looks around the car in confusion. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." "T's ok." Louis loops his arm with Harry's as the pair walk into school. They meet their friends Niall and Liam at their lockers and both boys gasp at Harry's appearance. "You look shit mate." Niall exclaims. "My stomach is killing me..." Harry mumbles, rubbing a hand over it. "Not that we don't love seeing your lovely face each day but what are you doing here this sick mate?" Harry shrugs. "I haven't thrown up or anything. I've got a test sixth period. Think I might go home after that." Louis looks at him in shock for giving up that easily. He must really be feeling shit. Louis barely makes it through his day worrying for Harry so much. He absolutely detests he doesn't have more classes with the boy. But it's lunch time now and then the next class is one he actually has with the curly headed lad. He can only hope the boy is feeling better now. He watches Liam walk in and waits impatiently for his curly headed boyfriend. He sees Niall walk in and frowns. Niall and Harry ALWAYS walk to lunch together. Louis rushes up to Niall and frowns in confusion. "Where's Harry?" Niall bites his lip. "He's...in the bathroom...he was feeling really rough last period. You might want to check on him." Louis brushes past Niall and books it to the restroom outside the cafeteria. He sees Harry braced against the sink, arms pressed to the counter as he swallows thickly and spits. "Oh Hazza.." Louis hums sadly, coming up behind the boy and rubbing his tummy. "Feel awful, Lou...." He mumbles, closing his eyes and pressing a hand to his stomach. Louis feels the way it grumbles and tumbles beneath his hands and frowns harder. "Oh love...your poor belly is so upset. Have you thrown up?" Harry groans, pressing his face into his hands. He hiccups and looks at Louis with a miserable look. "Not yet...but my stomach feels really bad..." "Come on, H. Lets go home, ok? Your mum even said you could go home if you needed to." Louis pulls on his arm but Harry stays put. "Come ON, love." "I can't...I-I can't...I feel really, really sick." "I know you do babe but-" Harry pulls his hand away from Louis'. "Just give me a minute." Louis frowns and watches as Harry dry heaves over the sink. He lets out a rather sickly warning burp and presses the back of his hand to his mouth, bumping shoulders with Louis to get to the restroom. He slams the door and locks it before Louis can make it inside. Louis hears the gags and retches from inside and beats on the door. "Harry, let me in! LET ME IN, PLEASE!" He hears Harry finally vomit and feels horrible he isn't there to rub his back and tell him everything's ok. Soon the door swings open and Harry appears, shoulders slouched and face pale with a hand placed on his stomach. "I threw up." "I know you did lovely.." Louis hums, tucking a tiny stray curl behind his ear. "Will you take me home?" He whimpers, curling his arms over his tummy and bending over slightly. Louis laughs sadly. "I've been trying to all day." He helps Harry out to his car and drives slowly back toward Harry's house. Harry curls up in the seat and groans as his stomach audibly grumbles sickly. "Can I have some air? I feel really bad again.." He mumbles. Louis quickly turns the air conditioner towards him and hears him take a few steady breaths. They make it back to his house without any incidents until they actually pull up. Harry jumps from the car and presses his hands to his knees, gagging and dry retching. He finally brings up a bit onto the pavement and this time, Louis is there to rub his back. Harry wipes his mouth miserably and tucks his head into Louis' shoulder. Louis opens the door again and walks slowly inside. "That's it love. Slow steps." Anne meets them in the doorway and frowns, immediately pulling his son's arm over to her. Harry falls into her chest with a groan. She hugs him lightly and rubs his back. "What happened?" She asks more directed toward Louis as Harry doesn't seem in any mood for conversation. "He started feeling worse and threw up in the bathroom before lunch. And...outside on the driveway." Louis says, scrunching his nose. "You feeling bad baby?" Anne hums, pulling Harry's head up. Harry nods with miserable, sick eyes. "I need to lie down.." She nods. "I'll bring up some medicine. Thanks for bringing him back, Lou." She says, giving Louis a hug. Louis helps a seriously staggering Harry up the stairs and smiles lightly when the boy falls into bed, curling up. Louis sits beside him and Harry groans, pulling his arms to his face. "Mm...thanks for bringing me back." "I'm just sorry you feel so terrible." "Just a tummy bug.." "Still doesn't feel good though, does it?" "Not at all." Louis lies down beside him and rubs his stomach gently. "Mm feels good." "Good." "You probably shouldn't be lying with me, Lou. I'm really contagious right now." Louis tuts. "Nonsense. I'm never leaving you."

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Your Big Night

Oscar Night Labor! Harry

Harry's mum always told him he could have whatever he wished for as long as he worked hard for it. Harry never actually thought that would be a reality for him. First came the band. Harry thought life couldn't get any better than gaining four life long best friends, millions of fans, and a record deal. But then came his relationship with Louis. And Harry thought he'd never want or need for anything ever again. And he didn't really. He felt secure with his life. Then Dunkirk sort of fell in his lap. Harry's always been a performer by nature, always wanting to be in the spotlight and make people happy. Louis proposed to Harry after he stumbled inside their home, exhausted and sweaty from his first day of filming. Juggling a huge movie role and planning a wedding was a bit hard but Harry never regretted any of it. And then there was the night that Louis whispered in his ear that they should start trying for a baby. Harry laughed it off because no way could they have a baby right now. But apparently the joke was on him because a mere six weeks later, he was vomiting all over the red carpet of the Dunkirk premiere. Because he's pregnant. WITH TWINS. Because clearly Louis Tomlinson cannot half ass anything. He's nine months along now and pretty much completely over being pregnant. His belly is no longer the cute little bump that pushes out from his shirts a bit, it's absolutely massive and sticks out of the bottom of any top he wears. He's pretty sure his back is permanently curved and that "glow" everyone keeps telling him he has is just sweat from walking the few steps it takes to get to the next spot to sit down. And about a month ago, he got a call saying Dunkirk was up for an Oscar. He was thrilled then, thinking for sure that he'd have the babies by then and he'd be back in tip top shape albeit a bit tired from the first few late nights. Except..he hasn't had the babies. Apparently, Harry's some sort of medical marvel because his little baby girl and baby boy have stayed rolling about in his belly for nearly three weeks longer than the average twins. He's thirty nine weeks pregnant and he's over it if it wasn't mentioned before. OVER. IT. The Oscars are tomorrow and Harry's excited, really he is, but he's also completely miserable. He's been lying in bed all day because the thought of getting up seems so cruel for someone with such a heavy belly full of babies. He's got a pillow pushed beneath his tummy, taking the weight off his back a bit, but he's still got tear tracks from the pain anyway. Everything hurts now, not just his back. His head hurts from the hormones surging through his body and his tummy REALLY hurts from the amount of stretching it's done. Matilda and Morgan don't seem to want to settle down ever so it's constantly changing shape and at least one baby is always curled into his rib, making his chest feel tight and uncomfortable. His asthma is worse than its ever been and the indigestion he feels after every meal is no joke. And he just feels HEAVY. Louis' tried his best to help the boy feel marginally OKAY but it's not working. He's tried to convince the boy to just SKIP the Oscars and make a "Thank You" video at home from his bed but Harry refuses. Because he might be feeling shit but he refuses to let anyone down. Louis knocks lightly on the bedroom door and peaks his head in. Harry groans, pressing his face harder into the pillow his head is upon but doesn't say anything directly to his fiancé. "Hi love." Louis hums anyway, sitting down on the bed. He presses a warm hand to Harry's shoulder and peaks over it to catch a glimpse of his face. "How are you feeling?" He asks, not waiting for Harry's response. He's not sure if he'll get one anyway. Harry's been so grumpy as of late and he never knows what sort of mood he'll walk into. "Hurting." Harry mumbles through the materiel of his pillow. Louis frowns because that means this won't be as easy as he thought. "I brought you some Tylenol." "They don't help, Lou." "I know love. But it should take the edge off..you've got to get to your fitting, remember?" Harry lets out a long sigh and rolls over toward Louis. Louis tuts sadly when he sees the tear tracks on his precious love's face. "Babe..why have you been crying?" Harry's face curls up and he shakes his head. "It just hurts, Louis. Every part of me aches horribly. I just want to have these babies already." He sniffles and Louis brushes a tiny curl behind his ear. "Don't cry baby. They'll be here soon, you heard the doctor. If you don't go into labor this weekend, they'll take them Wednesday." Harry turns on his back and sits up slowly, whimpering when his back protests. He massages the pads of his fingers to his spine and tries to take a deep breath. "Can I have m'inhaler?" He asks, placing a hand to his side, pushing one of the babies further down his body and out of his rib. "Are you ok?" Louis asks. "I just got too upset...wasn't taking good breaths.." Louis nods and rubs Harry's back as he takes two puffs from his inhaler. He looks a bit better once he does and Louis' heart rate slows. "I got your clothes out already so all you have to do is sit tight and let me dress you." Harry rolls his eyes. "I can still dress m'self, Lou." Louis smirks. "Really? Try to take off those nice fuzzy socks for me and put on some shoes." Harry huffs defiantly and stands up, wobbling a bit. He bends over and whines when his hand doesn't go past his belly. He places a hand to his hip and tries to bend further but the babies within him move rapidly, clearly unhappy about being squished. "Ow ow ow...you win. You win. They're really mad at me for that one." Harry whines, rubbing his side. Louis smirks and guides Harry back to the side of the bed and pulls his pants off, switching them with his skinny jeans with the stretchy band waist made specifically for his growing belly. Louis slips his shirt off and hums happily, bending down and placing two kisses on Harry's rounded tummy. "Mm stoppp. Tickles and m'cold." Harry mumbles, shivering as the cold air hits his sensitive tummy. Louis giggles and pulls a t shirt tightly over him and stands back. "TA DAAAA. All done." Harry cringes at the loudness of his voice and Louis frowns, spitting out a quick apology. "No I'm sorry, Lou..I've been in such a shit mood recently." Harry says, looking down. Louis massages his shoulder and shakes his head. "Don't you dare apologize, Styles. I did this to you, remember?" "Oh yeah..remind me to get you back for that." - "Harry, its fine, ok? You looked amazing." Harry sniffles and turns away from Louis, burying his face into his hand. The fitting did not go well. Their stylist, Lou picked out a t shirt for Harry to wear under his suit and Harry just about threw a fit over it because 'it wasn't dressy enough' and when Lou explained that he couldn't possibly wear a button down because a button might pop and he could 'take someone's eye out' Harry lost it. There were tears. Lots of them. The only way Louis could get him to smile even slightly was to promise him dinner. "No I didn't, Lou. I looked awful. I'm going to the laughing stock of the show." "No you won't, Harry! People love your belly. They think you look precious just like I do." "Don't want to be precious.." "Did I say precious? I meant absolutely deliciously sexy but you're mine so only I can say that." A small smile graces over Harry's face and Louis beams. "Just take me to dinner, wanker." Louis pulls up to the Italian restaurant Harry requested back at the fitting and helps the poor boy out of the car. - Harry's been pregnant for nine whole months but Louis STILL isn't used to how much food the lad can put away now. Six bread halves, a whole bowl of pasta (the kind that could feed an entire family of four), and half of Louis' pizza. Louis sits back in his chair, a look of both amazement and amusement on his face. Harry puts his fork down and leans back in his seat, eyebrows furrowing in discomfort. He places a hand down on his belly and huffs out a long exhale. "Everything alright love?" Louis asks, placing his smaller hand on Harry's free one lying on the table. Harry pulls his hand out from beneath Louis' to press against the other side of his belly. "Wooooo.." He breathes, opening one eye slightly, "Ugh my stomach huuurts. Can we go home?" Louis frowns and nods, throwing a wad of cash onto the table. He helps Harry up, who groans immediately upon standing. He places a hand beneath his heavy belly and sighs. "Ughhhh..." He groans, "Wooooo...." "A bit full, love?" Harry exhales sharply and nods. "Stuffed. My stomach is killing me.." "Lets get you home." Louis helps Harry into the passenger side of the car and rushes around to the driver side. Harry curls up on his side as his tummy grumbles and rumbles angrily. "Ughhh hurry Lou. I don't feel well.." "Okay love." Louis books it home, thankful that no cops caught a glimpse of him and helps his overfull fiancé out of the car. "Want to watch a movie and sip on some Sprite to settle your tummy?" Harry shakes his head. "I just want to go to bed.." He grumbles, rubbing his belly in large wide circles. Louis nods and helps the boy up the stairs and into their bedroom. "Ohhh fuck. My stomaaach..." Harry moans, curling his arms over his belly and bending slightly. "Come on love. Lets get you out of these stuffy clothes." Louis helps Harry completely out of all his clothes aside from his boxers. He goes to grab a pair of pajamas but Harry shakes his head. "I don't want anything touching my stomach right now.." Louis nods and helps Harry lie down on his side. He cuddles behind the boy, placing his hands low on Harry's belly. Harry lets out a few more uncomfortable exhales before his breathing evens out and he falls asleep. He wakes up while it's still dark out with an intense pain radiating through his middle. It quickly ends as he sits up but it's replaced with lip quaking nausea. He groans, placing the back of his hand to his mouth. "Woooo...." He breathes, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand down his clammy belly. The queasiness in his tummy intensifies and he quickly stumbles out of bed and into the restroom. As soon as he sees the clear water of the toilet, he gags and his dinner from a few hours ago hits the water. It doesn't last long and he's thankful, wiping the back of his mouth and sits back on his bum queasily. "Wooooo.." He breathes again, rubbing a hand in circles over his belly. He feels a strong cramping sensation deep within his belly and leans his head back a bit, massaging his fingers into his lower belly with a slight groan. His tummy feels firm beneath his fingers but he's not surprised with how large of a dinner he ate. He's thinking he might be experiencing some gas pains but they've never actually been this horrible before. Once the pain ends, his breathing returns to normal and he begins to stand again, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He waddles back to bed, rolling his eyes at Louis who slept through his little misfortune. He places the pillow back beneath his belly and draws shapes into the side of it until his eyes grow too heavy to keep blinking. When he wakes up again, its to a strong urge to wee. The urge is so strong, he's a bit afraid he might not actually make it to the loo in time. He rips the covers off and waddles as quickly as he can back to the toilet and sits down heavily to relieve himself. He's not sure what time it is now but he knows it's early and he's getting a bit tired of his new favorite visiting spot. He sits back tiredly and exhales until he feels the strong cramping in his belly again. He inhales sharply and presses a hand to his thigh, letting the other rub the bottom of his bloated belly. He feels a bit of pressure and a gooey substance drops from within him, making him scrunch his nose. Once the cramping dies down, he turns to look at what fell from him. It's a clear sticky substance with a small bit of blood mixed in. His mucus plug. He knows the whole thing is very natural but with how unsettled his stomach has been all night, it immediately makes him nauseated again. He's quick to pull his boxers back up and go straight back to his knees, vomiting up more of his Italian dinner. Louis walks in just as he's spitting miserably into the water, arms curled around the toilet and head hanging above the water. "Babe? Are you alright?" Harry sniffles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "I've been in here all night. Think dinner didn't settle in my stomach well.." Louis frowns. "Should we call the doctor?" Harry shakes his head. "She said the nausea would come back in the third trimester." Louis nods. "I think you should sit tonight out, Harry. I really don't think it's a good idea, especially now that you've thrown up." Harry shakes his head defiantly. "I'm FINE, Louis. You aren't going to convince me otherwise. Unless these babies are hanging between my legs on their way out, I'm GOING to the Oscars. You can come or you can stay here but I'm bloody tired of arguing about it." Harry snaps, pushing past him and burying his head back into his pillow once he's back in bed. Louis sighs. "Fine." "Turn the fan on, its hot." Harry grumbles. Louis turns the fan on and scoots back beneath the covers, turning on his side to cuddle back up to his husband. "Don't touch me." Harry is a bit peeved at Louis but he really only doesn't want him to touch him because of how his stomach is feeling. It feels so firm now and heavy on his hips. It's a bit like he's carrying a solid medal weight around his middle. Louis goes back to sleep and Harry tries to follow suit but he's soon woken up again by the same cramping sensation in his belly, only a bit stronger this time. He hisses and pulls his legs closer to him, pressing a hand to the bottom of his belly. When the cramp continues, he kicks his legs miserably about until it fades off. When the two lads' alarm goes off, Harry feels like ripping someone's head off. He barely got any sleep last night and the discomfort has only increased as the hours ticked on. Louis stretches himself out on the bed, purring like a cat when his back pops. Harry huffs and gives him a deadly look, sitting half up in the bed with his arms crossed over his rounded out middle. Louis smiles and scoots across the bed, placing his arms around Harry's belly in a hugging position. Harry huffs again. "How are you feeling love?" "Twins are up." He mutters grumpily, belly rippling from the kicks and rolls of the tenants inside. "I see." Louis coo's, placing a hand on Harry's belly button and kissing his bloated side. Harry lies his head back with a slight eye roll. "What's wrong H?" Louis asks, noting the boy's annoyed mannerisms. Harry bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head. "Nothing. Just woke up grumpy." Louis hums. "How about some breakfast?" Harry shrugs. If he tells Louis about his discomfort, Louis will argue with him again about going tonight. "Sure." "How about BREAKFAST in BED?" Louis hums, beginning to perk up the longer he's awake. Harry has NOT perked up yet but he can tell Louis is trying to get him to. "Okay. But..something light, ok? I don't know how my stomach's going to fare today.." Louis frowns and places another kiss to Harry's bump and trots down the stairs. Harry huffs and presses his head to his headboard when he feels his middle seize up tightly again. He presses it forward and rubs a hand over it in large circles. "Ugh....mmmgh....mmmmgh...." He groans lightly before taking a few unsteady breaths, "Ugh....ugh......" Louis soon walks back up the stairs with a plate full of food for his curly headed love. He sees Harry lying his head against the headboard sleepily. "Oh my poor love. How about we watch a movie and take a nice nap after we eat?" Harry nods because yeah, that sounds heavenly right now and it's the first thing Louis has said this morning that hasn't made him want to bite his head off. Harry picks at his food, not really feeling up to shoving food into his already tightening and heavy belly. He ends up giving Louis the rest of his, telling him he's too tired to think of eating. Louis accepts his answer without putting up a fight and Harry's so glad because as he was eating he felt another annoying cramp and he's just really in no mood to talk right now. He just wants to lie down. "Turn on the fan." Harry mumbles, slipping down into the bed, lying on his arm on his side. "Hey you..we're meant to watch a movie before you fall asleep." Harry shrugs. "I'll stay awake..m'just getting comfy." Louis hums and cuts the fan on as per Harry's request. "Will you rub my back?" Harry mumbles once Louis turns the movie on. "You're definitely going to fall asleep now." Harry shakes his head. Louis rolls his eyes playfully but does as his fiancé asks and begins massaging his tightened back muscles. "Your muscles are all wound up, babe. Are you alright?" Harry takes in a shaky breath and nods, although he really does not feel 'alright'. His stomach is cramping heavily and he massages it discreetly beneath the covers. He can't allow Louis to see though because if he does, he won't be able to go to the Oscars for sure. Harry's positive it's just Braxton hicks so there's no reason to panic about labor..even if he did lose his mucus plug a few hours ago. The babies wiggle inside him, clearly unhappy with the tightening of their home and then the pain ends. And he must've fallen asleep after that because the next time his eyes open, the TV is off and Louis is snoring lightly from somewhere beside him. The cramping is back in his belly and he hisses lightly, pushing himself up with one hand as the other rubs the bottom and side of his belly. "Ugh.....ugh....owww..." He whimpers in a whisper, face in a tight grimace against the pain. "Mmmmgh..." He groans out one last time before the pain ends. He blows out a puff of air and stands up, waddling to his closet to grab a jumper and turn off the fan. He's suddenly freezing and the thought of keeping the fan on any longer seems a bit evil. The jumper falls below his fingertips but fits snugly around his middle. He doesn't really care HOW it looks because he's not going anywhere yet anyway. When he looks at the clock he feels like crying because he most definitely does NOT have time to go back to sleep before he has to start getting ready for the Oscars. He doesn't feel at all like moving yet though, the small walk over to the light switch leaving him winded once he's back in bed. He pulls out his book he's been reading for months now and flips open to the page he was reading last. He finds it hard to pay attention though with the constant cramping in his belly coming every fifteen minutes or so. He grunts and massages it with his fingertips as he tries to remain quiet with Louis sleeping beside him. A particularly strong cramp hits and he leans his head back, dropping the book and placing both hands to the bottom of his belly to massage the pain away. It eventually fades, just in time too, as Louis begins to stir from beside him. The boy turns toward him and smiles sleepily. "Did you get some good rest?" Harry shrugs. "I guess so." Louis beams. "Good. Ready for your big night?" He asks, lighting pawing at the side of Harry's bump. "Sure am." "Did you get cold?" Harry nods. "M'going to shower." Harry mumbles, slipping off the bed and into the shower. It was an abrupt way to leave but he could feel his stomach beginning to cramp again and he couldn't risk going through the pain in front of Louis. He turns the water on, puffing out breaths of air and rubbing his belly as it cramps and contorts in his hand. "Mmmmmghh..." He groans, gripping onto the counter and bending over slightly, rubbing a hand up and down his belly, "Ohhwooo..wooo...wooooo..." He breathes, face in a tight grimace. The pain ends just as Louis walks in the door with a smile. "Mind if I join you?" "Um..ok." Harry says, unsurely. Louis shoots him a confused look but undresses anyway. He steps into the steaming shower before Harry and begins humming to himself. Harry quickly strips himself and stares down at his bare belly. "Please stop cramping up...." He mumbles silently to it as he holds it between his hands. "Haz? You coming in love?" "Mhmm.." Harry steps into the mist and sighs in relief when the warm water hits him. "Woo..." He breathes, rubbing his belly in soft circles. "You feeling better love?" Louis asks, rubbing his thumb softly over his forearm. Harry shrugs. "Still a bit nauseated but I'll be alright." It's the truth..or as much of it as he can tell. His stomach does still feel a bit queasy between cramps. He actually sort of feels like he could throw up right now. He lies up against the wall and rubs down his sides as Louis turns with his back to him, shampooing his brown tuffs of hair. His face scrunches into a grimace when he feels another cramp ripple over his belly. He gasps lightly and places his arm over his belly, gripping the other arm as the pain rolls through him. He exhales sharply and Louis turns around to him in confusion. "Harry, are you alright?!" "Y-yeah..just...f-feeling a bit...a bit nauseous." He lies, biting his lip. Louis frowns. "Do you need to get out?" Harry shakes his head. "T's h-helping a bit..." The cramp wears off and Harry relaxes again. He's able to completely shower and get out without anymore issues. He and Louis brush their teeth together and he gets a gripping cramp just as he finishes up his bottom teeth. He inhales sharply and closes his eyes, rocking slightly onto the counter. Louis is too busy dancing around crazily to Harry's solo album, trying to get a laugh out of the grumpy boy so he doesn't notice. "Wooooo...." Harry breathes, rubbing down his side. The pain passes and he bites his lip hard to keep from crying. Because they're bad. Really bad now. Louis places his toothbrush back in the holder and pulls Harry's back to his chest, rubbing his belly and placing a kiss to his shoulder. "I'm proud of you, you know. Doing all of this..being so successful." Harry smiles his first genuine smile all day. "Thanks. I love you." "I love you too. Let's do this, yeah?" Harry nods. The pair walks back into the bedroom to dress themselves in their tuxes for the big night ahead. Louis helps pull Harry's pants on before the boy stands up. He pushes Louis away when he tries to help him put his shirt on, wanting some sort of independence. And honestly-he's a bit afraid for Louis to feel his stomach right now. It's become rock hard and Harry's pretty sure that's a sign of something coming that he can't exactly control. He just really hopes it's AFTER his big night. He exhales sharply and presses his hands to the his bed when he feels his stomach muscles clench up again. "Hmmm....hmmmm..." He breathes harshly through his nose, scrunching his face up. He feels Louis rush to his side and place a hand to his back. "What's wrong love?" Harry inhales sharply and stands up straight, placing his hands to his hips and pushes his belly forward. "Woooooo...." He rubs a hand down his middle, "Was just a Braxton hicks." Louis nods, concern not yet leaving his features. "I'll call the driver and make sure the limo is stocked with waters." Harry nods. "Thanks." He pulls his shirt on and puts his jacket over it with a slight frown. He feels terrible, muscles all pulled tightly. And he's HOT, so very hot in this stuffy suit. He just feels so unlike himself and when the babies begin moving about rapidly, he feels even worse, as every little jab and tap is felt in his aching tummy. Louis helps Harry downstairs and beams as he pulls him into the kitchen. There sat on two plates is Harry's favorite Parma ham dish. Harry feels like crying because he can't POSSIBLY bring himself to eat that but Louis is so bloody SWEET. He has to. He can't just refuse all his husband's hard work. "When did you-" "You fell asleep before me, remember?" Harry smiles softly and waddles to the table, hand clasped to the bottom of his throbbing bump. He sits down heavily and cringes when he has to spread his legs further to make room for his belly. It's getting lower, he thinks, which is not a very good sign. Louis watches as he takes every bite, holding back gags and whines of pain when his stomach cramps up. Lucky for him, the limo arrives before he has to eat all of his food. Louis pouts but he helps him up and walks with him to the driveway. Harry keeps his hands bawled into fists as his belly changes shape, seizing up with increasingly painful contractions. It's definitely worse when he walks. Which isn't good because..red carpet and that. He presses his forehead onto his hand when he sits down in the car and sighs deeply. "Tired love?" Louis hums, blissfully unaware of his husband's ongoing pain. "Always." Harry mumbles, rubbing his belly in soft circles. The driver takes off and Harry takes a deep breath. Every time he feels a cramp, he lifts his belly slightly and lightly mimics rain on the tight drum-like skin. He has four on the way to the Oscars and he can already pretty much tell what's going on. He JUST has to make it through his award and then he can admit everything to Louis and get to the hospital. Someone opens the door to the limo when it stops and Louis begins scooting out. Harry exhales painfully and presses his belly forward with his hand lightly on his hip. "Coming love?" "Yeah..sorry..sorry." He mumbles and slides out behind Louis. Louis grabs his hand and Harry smiles lightly, pressing the other below his belly. The flashes of cameras start before he can even take a breath. The red carpet is long and very, very hot. Harry grits his teeth and has to let go of Louis' hand to place it under his belly as the other rubs large circles into the skin. He can feel a deep pressure forming and his opening spasms, causing him to chew on his lip nervously. "C-can we sit, Lou?" He manages to spit out as his stomach clenches with a tight pain. Louis grabs his hand and nods. "Of course. Are you alright? You're sweating like MAD." "T's just really hot." Louis nods and guides Harry through the throngs of people. He finally gets him to where the Oscars are held and Harry collapses heavily into one of the chairs. "I've got to use the loo, I'll go get you a bit of water as well." Louis says, concerned eyes scanning Harry up and down. At this point, Harry sort of wishes he would find out what's going on. Harry's obviously not going to vocally tell him but if he figured it out on his own, Harry just might give in. It hurts THAT bad. His stomach feels like a heavy stone and he pulls his jacket away from it in discomfort. He feels it clench up again and buries his head into one of his hands as the other pushes beneath his shirt to rub at the bare skin. "Ughhhh....ughhhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmgh..." He grunts, feeling the babies within push and prod uncomfortably. "Ohhhhhghhhhh...." He leans back in his seat and rubs his sides in gentle circles until the pain ends. Louis returns with a bottle of water but Harry feels much too nauseous to drink any of it. The Oscars start and Harry bites the inside of his cheek against the much more intense pain in his belly. He grips the bottom of his seat and grits his teeth, rubbing the palm of his hand over his belly ceaselessly. Sweat beads at his forehead and he grunts in discomfort, moving about as much as he can without being obvious. The first award is given out and the room erupts in cheers, giving Harry the chance to moan out quickly against his pain. He grips onto the arm rest of his chair and clutches his tight belly in his hands with a low grunt. "Ughhhh....MMMMMMGHHHHH....woooo..." The show continues and the pressure in Harry's belly continues to build. He can physically see his belly changing shape with each contraction and he can barely breathe through the pains now. An intense bit of pressure loops through him and he gasps, placing a hand to his belly and stands up. "What are you-" Louis whispers. "Bathroom." Harry mumbles and rushes off. He lies against a wall as soon as he steps out of the theater and bends slightly over with a low groan. He presses a hand to the bottom of his belly and waddles extremely uncomfortably towards the loo. Upon stepping into a stall, he lets it all go, groaning as loudly as he can as he grips onto the walls of the stall, bending over himself. He rips his pants down, panting as he rubs the bottom of his belly. He sits when the pain becomes too great and grips the loo, groaning. "UGHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCK." He screams, shakily, pressing his chin to his chest. He feels a pop and his eyes widen as the babies begin to move about. He feels an intense pain roll over his belly and leans back, pressing one hand to his thigh and the other to his belly. Ok. Ok. Ok. His water just broke. His water JUST BROKE. He whimpers and pulls up his pants, wincing at the wetness left and goes to the sink, splashing water onto his face after quickly washing his hands. He groans, waddling painfully back to the theater with a hand locked to his belly. He feels like crying in relief when he sees Louis' tall quiff. "L-Lou?" "Harry! I was getting worried, you-" "We need to go." "Oh love. Were you sick again? Why don't you just lie against me until-" "My water broke." "What?" "My water broke." "W-when?" "In the bathroom." Harry whines as another contraction grips him, "Please Lou. I've been having contractions since last night, I need the hospital." Louis' eyes grow big but he nods and pushes past everyone in his row. He pulls Harry by the hand towards the exit and rushes to their limo. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Harry moans, kneeling in front of the open door of the limo. "No babe. No, come on. Not here, ok? Not here. We need the hospital." He helps Harry up and the boy lies flush to the seat, legs spread wide as both hands press to his belly. "Owwwwwww...mmmmmmmmgh..." "TO THE HOSPITAL. STEP ON IT." Louis shouts. Louis places his hand to Harry's tight belly and rubs gentle circles into the skin. Harry grips Louis' thigh and grits his teeth, pressing his head into the seat as his belly tenses up. "Oh love..." Louis tuts, brushing his hair out of his eyes. The driver gets to the hospital just as Harry is about to lose his mind from the pain. Louis helps him out but it's a long walk toward the hospital. Louis finally gets him inside only for the boy to nearly collapse on the nurses' desk groaning. Louis doesn't even have to say what's wrong, a wheelchair already being pushed Harry's way. Harry lies back into it, rubbing his belly with short pants of breath. He's wheeled to a room and told to put on a gown before he could be checked. "Ughhhhhhhh..." He moans, bending over the hospital bed and rotating his hips. Louis hums from behind him, rubbing his sides and cooing into his ear. The doctor knocks and walks inside with a sympathetic smile. Harry whines uncomfortably as he's checked and as soon as she pulls out of him he falls onto his side, whimpering in pain as his hand rubs large circles into his exposed belly. "Six and a half. You're very close darling. Just hang tight, ok?" Harry stuffs a pillow to his chest and curls around it miserably. Louis sits on the bed beside Harry and rubs at his rock hard belly. "Wish you would've told me you were hurting love. We could've skipped the Oscar's..." "Ughhhhhhhhhhh..." Harry moans, pulling his legs closer to his body and furrowing his brow. "Right. Sorry. Probably not the best time for that." "Ohhhhhhh...." Harry moans, pressing down on his belly and kicking his legs about. Louis rubs at his belly helplessly. He realizes, unhelpfully, that the TV is on in the room and beams when he realizes what's on. "Harry..the Oscars are on the TV love. You can still watch and see if you won.." Harry smiles slightly before his face crumbles again. "Oh love. What can I do?" Harry switches positions in the bed, pressing his head into his arms and sticking his bum in the air. Louis gets behind him and massages his lower back deeply as it tightens along with his belly. "Mmmmmmgh....ohhhhhhhgh...hhhohhhh...." He changes position again, lying against Louis now so he can view the TV when his contractions pass. Soon he's sitting on the bottom of the bed, feet pressed to the floor with his legs widely apart as he watches the Oscars intently. Louis can tell he's beginning to struggle as every few minutes he puffs out a bit of air and grimaces, rubbing a hand over his exposed belly. He's grown far more quiet though and Louis' glad he suggested such a good distraction. It doesn't last too long though as he goes deeper into the throws of labor. He's sweating profusely now, lying on his side again as he whimpers in pain, rubbing his belly from side to side. The Oscars still play in the background but it's gone unwatched for a while now. Harry grunts suddenly and scrunches his face. "TURN IT OFF. TURN THE BLOODY TV OFF. I CAN'T STAND NOISE RIGHT NOW." He shouts, pressing a hand to the bottom of his belly and turning over onto his back. He stuffs his face into his pillow to drowned the sound out and Louis is quick to shut the TV off. It's nearly thirty minutes later when Harry's crying openly on his side as his hand rubs ceaselessly over his twinging belly that Louis gets a text. He pulls it from his back pocket, fully ready to answer any of Harry's mum's questions. He beams at what she actually says though and places a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry?" He calls. "W-what?" Harry whimpers. "You won." "I...I....won?" Louis nods and Harry sits up abruptly, pulling Louis into a huge hug. Louis can feel the miserable boy's belly clenching up against his own stomach and frowns when the boy tightens his grip and groans out against the pain. "Hey..hey. it's all going to be alright, yeah?" He chants, pulling away from the tight hug and rubbing Harry's sides with his flat hands. It's not long before Harry's groans turn to grunts of pushing and Louis can tell a major difference in the way his fiancé is acting. He calls the doctor in quickly who smiles widely and nods. "He's ready." She hums. Twenty minutes later, Louis' arms and heart are full. He holds his sleeping twins in his arms, humming lightly and just admiring their beautiful faces. He looks up at his snoozing husband who is an exact replica of their children and beams. There's a knock on the door and Louis curses, setting the twins' down in their cots and rushes over to the door so the intruder won't wake Harry. He opens the door and his mouth hangs open. Because standing before him is Christopher Nolan. "Um...Mr. Nolan, hi. How are you?" "I'm doing well, thank you Louis. Is...Harry still..." Louis smiles. "He's already given birth. Seven pounds each." Christopher smiles and nods. "That's wonderful. Sorry I'm visiting so late." "That's alright. He's sleeping but you're welcome to come in." "That's alright, Louis. I'll let you guys rest. I just wanted to come by and give Harry his Oscar from tonight. We won TWO. He won Best Actor." Louis' mouth drops again because Harry didn't even tell him HE was actually nominated for something. "Thank you. Thank you so much, sir. He'll be thrilled." Christopher smiles and nods. "Congratulations Louis." Louis sits the Oscar down eye level with Harry with a small smirk. His baby is a star.

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