Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

Two + Two = Four

Written by:Chelsea Frew (chelseafrew)

Summary:In the middle of the Where We Are Tour, Harry and Louis find themselves feeling a little amorous after attending Louis' mum's wedding. After indulging in some unprotected sex on an L.A. beach, Harry ends up pregnant, expecting twins just weeks after the end of their On the Road Again Tour.

Not only do the boys find themselves facing the daunting prospect of becoming parents at the height of their fame--not to mention during a worldwide stadium tour--but the boys are still closeted. Their lives are about to change, but though the changes are stressful, and the road is just a bit rough, they can't wait to welcome their twins into the world.

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The second they finished the last line in "Best Song Ever," Harry raced off the stage as if he'd been shot from a cannon. Louis found him moments later kneeling on the ground in the hallway backstage, hurling into a short, metal bin.

Louis immediately dropped to his knees next to Harry, moving a hand up to rub soothing circles on Harry's shaking back.

Harry threw up over and over until he was just dry heaving, then he finally leaned back on his haunches. He turned his face toward Louis, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh, baby," Louis whispered for Harry's ears only. "I'm sorry."

"I feel like shit, Lou," Harry whispered back.

At that moment, a cloth appeared right in front of Louis' face, and Louis took it so he could gently wipe the tears from Harry's cheeks, then he let Harry use it briefly to wipe his mouth.

"We're going straight to the hotel." Louis held the used cloth up for someone to take, never removing his eyes from Harry. As the cloth was spirited away, Louis added, "You can rest there, and we're done now until L.A. Plenty of time to get over whatever bug you've caught."

Harry hauled in a deep breath and nodded. "Okay," he agreed wearily, allowing Louis to help him up and out to the waiting car.

While Liam, Niall, and Zayn went on out to California for some fun in the sun, Louis and Harry stayed in Chicago a few extra days to see if Harry could shake whatever illness it was that plagued him.
After four days, when it was clear just how tenacious Harry's sickness was, Louis had Harry's assistant find a doctor in Chicago for them to visit.

Ever since the last show at Soldier Field, when he'd initially gotten ill, Harry had been pervasively nauseated. If he managed to get food down, he threw it up just a short time later. By the time they were waiting in the offices of Dr. Eden Winter, Harry was exhausted. He was having trouble sleeping through the nausea and that, combined with general tour fatigue, was probably making things exponentially worse.

Harry asked for Louis to stay with him while the doctor examined him. She asked about his symptoms, took his vitals (temperature and blood pressure a little high), and had a nurse draw some blood. For good measure, she asked for a urine sample, then asked the boys to wait while they performed a few of the tests they could complete right on site. At the same time, the assistant who had accompanied the boys got the doctor to sign a non-disclosure agreement. If something serious was wrong, they did not need that information to be leaked to the press.

When the doctor left them alone to examine all the samples and maybe tend to some other patients, Harry turned worriedly to his boyfriend. "What if they can't figure out what's going on? We have to be in L.A. in a week ready to do another show."

Louis reached out to grab Harry's hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "She'll figure it out, give you some medication, and you'll be right as rain in no time. We'll probably even be able to make it to L.A. for a few days at the beach."