January - Six Months
Louis leaves for Doncaster, Harry's family goes back to Cheshire, and Niall flies back home from Ireland. The house feels achingly empty for the few hours Harry waits between his family leaving and Niall's plane touching down. For the last five days Louis had stayed with them, watching movies and playing games. Gemma and Robin had slowly warmed up to the idea of the alpha stepping into Harry's life. Anne on the other hand acted as if nothing had changed, although Harry secretly thinks she pulled Louis aside when he wasn't looking.
To combat the odd feeling of loneliness, Harry clears up from the holiday festivities. Niall's decided to stay in with Harry this New Year, which Harry is grateful for. The further he gets in this pregnancy, the less time he wants to spend alone.
And since Louis left the house, the omega feels an awful ache in his chest. He finds himself wandering into his bedroom, sitting on the bed and holding the pillow Louis had used up to his nose. He's startled out of his trance by his phone ringing in his jogger's pocket. Niall's name blinks at him on the screen, and he answers hastily.
"Hi!" Niall starts off immediately. "My plane's landed but don't worry about coming to get me, I'm calling a taxi. How are you? How's the baby?"
Harry blinks. "Uhhh, yeah everything's good. I washed your sheets."
"And did you have a good Christmas?"
"In a very strange way, yes." Harry presses his nose into the cloth of Louis' pillow. "I'll explain when you get home."
He can tell Niall's concerned even though he's silent on the other side of the phone. "Alright, well, taxi's here. I need both my hands so I've gotta go. Do you want me to call you on the ride?"
Harry giggles at Niall's obvious coddling. "No, that's alright Niall. Want me to make you a sandwich for when you get home?"
"Bless you, Harry Styles. You're truly a saint."
"Love you Nigel."
"Love you Hazza!"
When the calls ended, Harry sits on his bed for a minute more. Then he carefully replaces Louis' pillow beside his own, standing and smoothing the bed covers. In the kitchen he pulls out all the stops for making Niall's sandwich. Is it a bit of a bribing tactic because Louis' scent is all over the house? Maybe.
He feels weirdly guilty about it, that he didn't tell Niall about the situation the minute it began. It feels like he's been lying to his best friend, even though the subject has never really come up since Niall's been away. Still, once the sandwich is made, Harry waits anxiously by the living room window, watching for Niall's taxi.
When the car eventually pulls up, Harry jumps up from his seat and goes to the front door, throwing it open. Niall clambers out of the car and into the slushy melting snow, a suitcase following after him.
"Niall!"
"Harry!" Bellows the Irishman, trudging up the walk as fast as he can. "Good to see ya lad. I've missed ya'!"
Harry laughs, taking Niall's huge hug with open arms. "Your accent's gotten stronger."
"'S what happens when I go back. Let's get inside, I'm freezing me tits off!"
God he's missed Niall. He's missed his cheeriness, his fierce loving protective streak. And of course, his penchant to cook delicious food when Harry's feeling down. However, as soon as the two cross the threshold, Harry sees Niall freeze. Nervously, he skirts around the blonde omega, taking his luggage and not meeting his eyes.
"Your sandwich is in the kitchen, I'll just take this upstairs to your room and—
"Harry. Why has Louis been here?"
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Baby Honey
Fanfiction"Is that Louis Tomlinson?" Niall shouts in his ear over the booming bass of the club music. He points over Harry's shoulder, bouncing up and down to the beat. Harry's head has never turned so fast in his entire life. Omegaverse, mpreg, etc.
