Left Alone ~ ( MPreg L.S.)

II

~ Help ~

Harry looks around the building, holding Darcy's hand tightly but not enough to hurt her.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Louis asked, leading them into his office after getting off the elevator.

"Harry no talk." She giggles as if reminding Louis again was so funny. "Oh yeah I forgot, little one. Don't get sassy." He says playfully.

"Morning Dr. Toml-" The receptionist stops talking, seeing the two following behind him. She looked at them weirdly then at Louis. "Um sir?"

"Good morning, Shelley. Hold my calls and appointments for the time being. Only tell me when Tiffany's in labor, got it?" He says while still walking. Nurses on staff watches on as well as the patients that liked to arrive early.

"Got it."

He closes the door behind them once they're in room 1 and sets Darcy in his chair so she was facing the computer and not Harry.

"Don't turn around until I say, okay?" He bends down talking to her and turns a game on the computer that he saved for when his nephew visited. "Okay Lewis." She smiles softly before trying to play the game.

He gets up, turning to the boy who backs away, "I'm not going to hurt you. I swear. Now can I help you on to the table so I can check your leg? You're lucky I studied other things before landing on my profession. " He chuckles but Harry didn't care.

He looks over at Darcy then back at Louis, he lets the doctor helps him up with one arm on his lower back and the other on his arm, causing him to wince when Louis lightly touched it. "I'm sorry." Louis mumbles.

Louis lifts up the young man's pants leg and winces himself, seeing how swollen and purple it was, "How long has it been like this?" Harry lifts up two fingers shyly.

"Days?" Harry shakes his head. "Months?" He shakes his head again with a sigh.

"Oh weeks. Well it looks pretty bad but I can get you a knee brace and you have to stay off it for a while." Harry looked worried because he was the only one that could steal them food. He was used to the consequences, Darcy shouldn't have to starve because of a bad leg.

Louis ignores the look for now and focuses on the bigger problem, Harry's baby.

"Are you comfortable taking off your jacket?" He asked softly and pages a nurse telling her to bring in a ultrasound. Harry shakes his head quickly and tries to get off the table.

"Hey hey it's okay. You don't have to take it off, just lift your shirt to show your bump, alright? Is that fine?"

Harry nods softly and lays back as Dr. Tomlinson presses buttons to level the bed like table and the nurse brings in the machine. He opens his jacket and holds his shirt up shyly while looking the other way.

Louis saw marks that looked like old bruises on his sides that seemed to wrap around to his back but he didn't mention it, not wanting Harry to freak out.

"Loui- I mean Doctor is he insured?" She whispers in the doctor's ear, making him glare at her. "Can we have privacy, please? He's not comfortable with people." He says calmly.

"Right right call me if you need me." She quickly leaves after one last glance at Harry.

"So Darcy how are you so clean living out here with Harry?" He asked her, trying to take some attention off Harry for a while, which the boy was grateful for. He didn't mind the question at all.