night shift // l.s.

seventy seven

"here," louis places a mug on the coffee table and then leaned to kiss harry's head. "you alright, lovey?"

harry broke his trance from his lap and reached out for the lad. he pulled louis onto him, holding a tight grip around the boy as he placed a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"i think i'm okay," harry said against his shirt. "kinda tired."

louis pouts and tucked a stray curl behind the man's ear. "you wanna go take a nap with me, then?"

harry shook his head. "no time for sleeps. 's baby's birthday today."

"our little girl is one already," louis croons, "i can't believe it."

"don't remind me," harry groans. "i feel old."

"you? i grew her inside of me for eight months!"

"she was in my balls for god knows how long!"

"oh my god. we are not having this discussion right now." louis presses his forehead against his fiancé's shoulder, laughing. "i hate you."

harry snorts and gives him a squeeze. "we gotta set everything up soon."

nodding, louis shifts in his seat on harry's lap. "surprise party for a child who doesn't even realize what's going on."

"as long as there's cake, she will be happy."

louis hums in agreement and checks the time on harry's phone that's seated on the table and looks back at him. "we have a free hour."

"are you thinking what i'm thinking?"

louis smirks and darts up the stairs, tugging his shirt off in the process.

—-

zayn and harry occupied themselves by trying to hang up all of the decorations, so niall dragged louis into the downstairs bathroom with a bag in his hands and a panicked expression on his face.

"i don't know what to do," he says, then throws the bag across the bathroom. it lands in the tub.

louis wraps his hand around niall's wrist and turns him around so they're face to face. "i need you to breathe, first. then, you're just gonna pee."

"oh my god, oh my god," niall chants softly and louis feels for him because what the fuck. "okay. i bought eight."

"eight?"

"well, yeah, you said you needed one too, right?"

louis looks behind niall and stares at the plastic bag for a moment before nodding. "just to be sure, yeah. but eight?"

"i didn't know!" niall shrieks and he leans against the sink, putting his head in his hands. "fuck me."

"looks like zayn already did that, love." louis pats his arm and grabs the bag from the bathtub. he pulls out two boxes, handing one to niall and keeping one for himself.

poor niall has been having some minor symptoms like hot flashes and stomach cramps and lately they've been finding out that carriers have become more and more common, so louis recommended he get a pregnancy test just to be sure. if niall isn't pregnant, then they need to check his appendix or gallbladder. he could even just have a urinary tract infection (quit drinking all the fucking soda, niall).

louis really didn't need a pregnancy test but he told niall to get him one anyways so he wouldn't feel like an oddball.

niall opens the box with shaking hands and fumbles with the package inside, staring at the stick in his hand like it's about to tell his life legacy. "okay."