The Ink In Our Skin (Larry Mpreg)

Sick? (Louis POV)

(I have to explain myself guys... I did not want to update because I am lazy *cries*. I am going to apologize with a double chapter today because I feel really bad lol. Anygays... here you go!) 

Louis POV: I have been sick for about a week now, at first I thought it was the stomach flu, but I think I might be pregnant. I am so scared of how Haz will react if I tell him I am starting to believe that. I really don't want him to leave me, because I love him so much, but I have to. That is what I am going to do today. I was really upset when Harry told me he had to do school work today because this feeling was eating me alive. I just wanted him to hold me, but at the same time, what if he just got up and left?   

It was around four and Harry had texted me saying he promised he would be here any minute, keeping that promise I heard him knock on my front door. I made my way down the stairs and opened the door very happy to see Harry there. 

"Hey boo! Are you feeling any better?" he asked me, kissing my head.  

I don't know why but in that moment I felt emotion take over me and I started to cry.

"Hazza, I-i'm really scared b-babe I am still, like, r-really ill." I said hearing my own helpless whimper after I stated my fear. I felt Harry hug me which I melted into as he lifted me up and carried me upstairs. I felt him place me in my bed. 

"Babe, I am just going to go empty this okay, then I will be right back." Harry said to me with a sympathetic smile while holding a bucket of my own sick. I could just feel my tears beginning to formulate again. I tried to stop but I just felt them pour out of my eyes as I coughed and sniffled. I really hope I am not pregnant, I thought to myself before Harry returned immediately hugging me. 

"Hey baby, shh, shh, can you try to calm down for me, you are going to make yourself sick." He whispered gently in my ear. All I gave him in response was a gag which signaled him to get the bucket ready. I then threw up. 

"That's it boo, it's okay now." Harry said to me while rubbing my back. I looked up at him. Harry started rambling about how he will take me to a doctor tomorrow and how he is worried about me. I just felt rotten inside, if I am pregnant, chances are I won't even be a good mom. Harry might never talk to me ever again and leave me alone to parent the baby. 

Even though I was very nervous, I knew it was the right thing to do. So I explained my symptoms to Harry hoping for the best, that he will stay with me and love our baby forever. Harry looked at me nervously as if knowing what I was going to say. 

"What are you saying boo?" he said, I could hear a small quiver in his voice.

"Haz, I-I think I might be pregnant" I said looking down and putting my hand on my stomach without even realizing what I was doing.

I felt warm and cold all at the same time, it was like torture waiting for what would happen next, but in a few seconds I felt him pull me into a hug and that feeling just evaporated. He released me and said the words I was dying to hear. 

"If that is the case, we will be okay, you me and a little baby." He kept talking but I was already calm and had a smile on my face because I knew that we would be alright. I felt him put his hand on my stomach as well and I leaned my face into his chest and just breathed in his scent feeling safe and at home. 

Tomorrow we will find out if I am pregnant or not, and I feel so much better knowing that I don't have to do any of this alone even if it is negative.