Harry looks hideous.
Well, in his head he does.
No matter how many times Louis tries to convince him otherwise, Harry would find something wrong to counter Louis’ compliments within seconds. Like this morning…
“My hair is too curly.” Harry complains while tying it back.
“Your hair is perfect, love.” Louis sends him a soft smile.
“It’s unruly.” Harry whines, tugging a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
“It’s beautiful and I can only hope our daughter has your hair genes.”
“You want our daughter to grow up with the curse of having curly hair?” Harry exclaims exasperatedly.
“I-“ Louis cuts himself short, a frown edged onto his forehead as he eyes the younger man staring at him through the mirror. “It’s a curse?” He asks, the tone of his voice a bit higher than usual and Harry can sense he’s getting a little anxious.
Louis has never made a secret of the fact that he absolutely loves Harry’s hair and at any given time Harry would have beamed when Louis had told him just that. Never did Harry ever mention that having curly hair was a curse. He’d always thought the younger man loved it as much as he did.
“I’m sorry.” Harry apologizes and turns around to look at Louis, shaking his head. “I really want to blame my hormones, but I feel like I’ve been blaming them for everything lately.” He adds with a shrug and Louis wants to melt when he looks up into Harry’s teary eyes.
“Hey now, love.” Louis closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around the younger man. “I know you can’t really help it, and you know it as well.” He leaves a soft peck to his lips. “We’ve known from the beginning that it would happ-“
“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen every day.” Harry cuts him short and lets out a sob. “Much less multiple times a day.” He adds and hides his face in the crook of Louis’ neck.
“Hey now.” Louis drags out the last word while soothingly running his hand up and down Harry’s back.. “I don’t mind it, love.” He tells him. “Don’t mind it at all.”
“But it’s unfair, Lou.” Harry whines. “You’re being so wonderful and all I give you in return is being a brat.”
“You’re not a brat, love.” Louis is quick to say. “You’re perfect, alright? And it’s only for another few weeks, yeah?” He feels Harry nod and decides to continue. “So what if you have some mood swings? Your body’s been changing a little more each day- it’s growing in places it never expected to grow. And I don’t know about you, but if I was your body, I’d certainly be confused about what the fuck is happening to me, you know?” He winces a little when the last words flows from his mouth. That didn’t sound right. Not even to him and he knows he’s fucked up. He can see it when Harry lifts his head to face him, a little frown edged between his brows and his bottom lip trembling.
“Are you saying I’m fat?” The younger man manages before tears starts flowing down his cheeks once more and he pushes himself away from Louis’ body.
“I never said that, love.”
“You just implied it.”
“It’s not what I meant Harry and you know it.”
“I know I look like a fucking elephant, okay!” Harry almost shouts. “You don’t have to remind me that I’m fat and ugly, Louis. I see it every time I look in that damn mirror.” He hurriedly points to the mirror behind him.
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Baked In Style | L.S
Fanfiction💙💚 COMPLETED 💚💙 Harry is the cheeky owner of a bakery and Louis is a record producer who loses his ability to speak properly when Harry sports a dimpled smile. ⚠️ THIS IS A M!PREG FIC, SO PLEASE DON'T COME AT ME IF YOU START READING IT AND THAT'...
