Use Somebody

Chapter 43:

Louis's POV:

It's been a week since Harry made the appointments and it was time to go. He was in the bathroom, he told me not to come in. I didn't have to go in to hear him emptying his stomach into the toilet. I had made seafood last night and I was wondering if I didn't cook it well enough. I hadn't felt anything but maybe he was just sensitive to seafood.

"Angel, are you okay?" I knock on the closed bathroom door and hope for an answer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be out." He answers back before throwing up again.

Harry hasn't been to work in almost two months. I've came and gone almost everyday. Niall has been running the bakery for Harry. Niall's supposed to come over this afternoon. I sit down on the couch and wait for Harry to come out of the bathroom. In a matter of five minutes he's out.

"Angel, did the seafood upset your stomach?" I ask concerned for him.

"Yes, but I should be fine now." Harry says. "Let's go."

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"Styles and Tomlinson?" The assisting nurse calls us back.

We get up and walk down to the room she has assigned for us.

"It says here on the page it's a normal routine check up, Mr. Styles needs blood work and Mr. Tomlinson needs to be checked for any transmittable diseases orally. Correct?" She asks.

"Yes." Harry says from beside me.

"So, Mr. Styles if you would come with me, we will get your height and weight." She says and Harry follows her.

They were done for probably ten minutes and Harry got back and they performed his physical. Whenever they pressed on his stomach he winced. But they didn't say anything about it.

"Okay, Mr. Tomlinson, your turn. While Mr. Styles has his blood work done." The nurse said.

I follow her to a room and she takes my height and weight. She checks my blood pressure and pulse. I sit down in the chair she assigns to me and she does my cheek swab. I'm finished in a matter of minutes but Harry was still getting his blood drawn. It seemed like I was still waiting twenty minutes later.

"Mr. Tomlinson? Could you go see Mr. Styles, he's having a little bit of trouble with the blood work." The nurse says leading me to him.

I see him and go up to him. I hold his head in my hands. I kiss his lips as I see the needle slip into place. He winces under my grasp and pulls away from me.

"You tricked me." He said.

"I know Angel, but look now you're almost done." I say as they collect the tubes they need.

"Ready, 1..2...3." The phlebotomist said as she pulls out the needle and holds arm above his head.

Harry stares at me and glares. He wasn't happy that I tricked him into getting his blood drawn.

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We were back in the car and Harry was still mad at me. Also they gave his vitamins to take as well. They said that the results of the blood work would be back in a week and they would call him with them.

"Angel, don't be mad. I know you don't like needles but I thought that since I helped you, you'd be happy."

"It's not about the needle. It's about these vitamins they gave me. I don't want to take them." Harry complains.

"What are they for, love?"

"I don't know."

"Can I see the bottle and maybe I can tell you?"

"No."

Harry goes back to looking out the window. He sits like that all the way home and then walks to the fridge and finds something to eat. He sits down on the floor in the living room with the bowl of what looks like grapes, I couldn't see what else he had inside of the bowl. I leave him in the living room and go inside of the bedroom and try to figure out how to cheer Harry up. He had placed the prescription bag on his nightstand but I wasn't going to look since he didn't want me to.

"Louis!"

I run out into the living room and see Harry sitting on the floor.

"My back hurts and I want to lay down for a nap but I can't lay on my stomach since it's still sensitive. Could you go get me one of those circular pillows with the hole in the middle like a donut from the store?" Harry says in one breath.

"Yes, I can. I'll be right back."

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I have searched everywhere for one of the pillows Harry is talking about. I can't find one anywhere! I standing there in the aisle surrounded by pillows but not finding a single one. I was seriously puzzled about this thing Harry wanted. A nearby sales associate sees my frustration and walks over to me.

"What are you looking for sir?"

"My boyfriend has a sensitive to the touch stomach and he described this pillow to me and I just simply can't find it."

"What is his description?"

"Circular pillows with a hole in the middle of it like a donut."

"Right over here." He says leading me to a display of them in the pregnancy and expecting part of the store.

"They are usually used for babies and keeping their head up, but I've seen people use them for everything." He says walking off.

I grab one of them and for some reason on the way to the register I found a small display of leftover Halloween costumes at the beginning of March, so I grabbed one that was my size. Hopefully Harry likes it.

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I gave Harry the pillow when I got home and left the costume for another day. He laid down on the couch in his underwear and placed the pillow under his stomach and fell asleep within seconds. He was laying there with nothing on him and I knew he would wake up cold so I got him a blanket and covered him up.

I sit down in the chair next to the couch and talk to the sleeping Harry.

"The other day, you were crying because you didn't want to trap me but at the same time you want to have a baby. I have always wanted a baby and I was never able to have one since I'm not a carrier and neither was Aidan. I would love to have a baby with you but we just met a few months ago. We've only had sex with protection too. I want to make sure that you're ready as well. I'm sure you would make a great mom. But having a baby is a lot of work and a lot of people aren't cut out for it but I feel like we wouldn't be us with a baby. I remember the first time I slept with you, when we weren't drunk at my birthday, that night at the bakery when you broke your arm. Harry, you are so good. You wouldn't even believe it yourself." I say to him.

Even though he's sound asleep I can still see his cheeks turning red.