Restore (Sequel to Purge: Larry au)

Chapter 27

A/N: before we get into the story can I just say....

THE SHOW IS SO GOOD WTF!

I'm obsessed. 

That is it. That's all I have to say. 

Enjoy!

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Two weeks later

Louis wakes up when he feels the bed shifting beside him. He blinks his eyes open blearily to see Harry struggling to get out of bed. 

"Love, where are you going?" Louis mumbles, reaching out to touch Harry's arm. 

Harry turns to him. "Need to wee," he says. 

Louis smiles softly and stretches. He crawls out from under the duvet and stands up, walking around to Harry's side of the bed, helping him up. Harry grunts with the effort it takes. He's full term and his belly is massive. Zayn says they're having a big baby. Harry blames Louis. Louis doesn't know why, but seeing as how he's not the pregnant one, he's accepted that everything bad about the pregnancy is, in fact, his fault. At least according to Harry.

Louis helps him to the washroom and stands beside him while he sits on the toilet to wee. Once he's done, Louis helps him stand again and rubs his shoulders while he washes his hands. 

"It's my due date today," Harry says softly, cradling his baby bump in his hands after he dries them. 

"Yeah, it is," Louis confirms, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind. He rests his palms over Harry's bump, rubbing his thumbs against the skin gently. "Any sign of Baby Girl?"

Harry shakes his head. "None. Not even Braxton Hicks."

Louis kisses Harry's cheek. "That's okay, though. She'll be out soon."

"Zayn said she might be late," Harry sighs. 

Louis looks at him sympathetically. "But she might not be."

"I'm done with being pregnant," Harry whines, leaning against Louis. "I just want her out."

"She'll be out soon enough, my love," Louis reiterates. "Besides, you can't go into labor yet. We don't even have a name for her."

"I think we should just call her Baby Girl for the rest of forever," Harry declares. "Coming up with names is hard."

Louis chuckles. "True, but she needs something else."

Harry sighs. "I know. But I haven't found any that I like. With Darcy, I always knew I wanted to name my daughter that, but I have no other ideas."

"We'll figure something out," Louis assures him. "It'll be okay, Haz."

Harry huffs, but he stops leaning on Louis, going over to the closet to pick out an outfit. Louis follows him and helps him get dressed, pulling on his own clothes in between helping Harry with his.

Louis leads Harry downstairs, where he sits him down at the table. 

"What are we craving today?" he asks, going to make some tea. 

Harry thinks for a moment. Then, "waffles, please."

Louis grins. "Good choice." 

He begins to make the waffles until the tea kettle starts to whistle. He leaves the batter and pulls it off the stove, pouring two cups. He goes over to Harry and hands him his drink. 

"Thanks, Lou," Harry grins. He takes a sip and smiles. "Very yummy."

"I'm glad you think so," Louis says.