Baby Honey

But It's On...All The Time

October - Three Months

Turns out, Zayn can pull more than a few strings. Two weeks later, he bundles Niall and Harry into his car and drives them into London proper, pulling into the parking garage of a dazzling apartment complex. They come in through the back entrance, where Zayn whispers some kind of code word to the doorman before the three of them get on the elevator.

Harry might be hyperventilating, but he's trying really hard to hide it. Zayn hadn't explained anything to them prior, just told them to get in the car and that they were going to meet someone. If they arrive at the flat and Louis is standing there, he's simply going to pass out.

The elevator lurches, and Harry's stomach goes along with it. He covers his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut tightly against the nausea. The door dings and he hears it slide open, grabbing Niall's arm beside him.

"I'm going to throw up," he whispers to the blonde omega, not daring to open his eyes. "I don't think I can get off this elevator."

In response, Niall pinches him. "Do not throw up in this elevator. I'll take you to the bathroom."

Harry does open his eyes then, rubbing at the abused skin on his arm and scowling at Niall. "I hate you."

"Get off the elevator," Niall says in response, tugging the taller man across the threshold and into the flat. Harry takes a deep breath, as if expecting the place to explode at his presence.

Instead, he's greeted by the pleasant smell of freshly baked cookies and cinnamon. Zayn's already disappeared somewhere in the spacious area, but his scent lingers, exposing the amount of time the alpha spends here. Niall guides Harry towards the plush sofa, sitting them down and nearly sinking into the cushions as the two look around.

The apartment is beautiful, homey, and neat. Although, there are comic book pages peeking from the corners of bookcases, and clothes hastily kicked into corners. So Liam isn't perfect then, at least, he's a bit human. The notion makes Harry relax a little.

The sweet cinnamon scent intensifies and Zayn finally re-emerges, a beautiful omega tucked under his arm. Liam looks just like his pictures; wide, innocent brown eyes, a pink pouty lip that looks freshly kissed (Harry squints his eyes at Zayn), and a mop of wild curls atop his head.

"Guys, this is Liam. Liam, this is Niall and, uh, Harry."

Liam smiles sweetly at them, his cheeks crinkling until those deep brown eyes almost disappear. "Hi! It's nice to meet you!"

Harry scrambles to stand up from the sofa, extending his hand for Liam to shake before pulling away to rub at his lower back. The movement draws Liam's gaze to the slightly more visible swell of his stomach, and Harry blushes, turning as if trying to shield it. "Nice to meet you, Liam," he answers softly.

Niall, as exuberant as ever, leaps up from the couch and sweeps Liam into a hug. "Hey mate! Love your lyrics, big fan. And you can tell our friend Zayn to go fuck himself for keeping you a secret for so long." He releases Liam from the embrace with a sunny smile.

Zayn pulls his boyfriend back sheepishly, dropping a kiss on his curly head. "In my defense, I knew you and Harry were fans. I didn't really want you to...freak him out."

"Ha, too late for that," Hary coughs on a laugh, pointing at his stomach. "I'm kind of having your best friend's baby, if we all forgot." The dig is meant to be humorous, but the joke falls flat, everyone's easy smiles slowly slipping into gentle frowns.

"About that, Harry," Liam says, carefully guiding them all to sit on the furniture once more. "Zayn mentioned that you wanted to let Louis know about, well, your kid. I can probably get him to agree to meet you, if that's something you're okay with?"