1D One Shots { BoyxBoy} *REQUESTS OPEN*

My Baby Bump {L.S}

"I don't know Liam, he's been sleeping a lot lately." Harry spoke into the phone, his eyes wondering over Louis' sleeping body laying on the sofa. It was three in the afternoon, about forty minutes ago Louis complained to Harry that his stomach hurt and he wanted to sleep. Ignoring it the first time was easy, Harry thought his boyfriend just ate some bad food but Louis' pain was getting more constant and he was sleeping a lot more than usual.

"Maybe take him to the doctors Harry, he's twenty two, almost twenty three so this can't be growing pains or anything like that." Liam spoke softly, Niall's laugh clear in the background. Harry agreed. They spoke for a bit longer, then said their goodbyes. Harry put his phone back in his pocked and looked over at Louis. He sighed loudly, completely out of options, he decided to take Louis to the doctors (just to be on the safe side.)

"Lou, baby. You have to wake up for me now." Harry kissed Louis' cheek, rubbing his arm as Louis slowly opened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend.

"Hi." Louis croaked. His hands moved to his stomach and he frowned for what seemed like the hundredth time in a day.

"Hurts? Are you in pain?" Harry asked, leaving Louis' side and walking to the kitchen. He was so hungry, hardly eating since Louis hardly ate either, scared he'd make the pain come back or throw up. Either one was making Louis feel more down in the dumps, he hoped it'd have passed by now but with no luck.

"No H, I'm getting fat! Come feel my fucking stomach!" Louis screeched, his hands not leaving his stomach as he pushed himself off the sofa and ran to Harry.

"Don't be stupid Lou," Harry chuckled, his hands moving to the lower part of Louis' stomach. "You've hardly eat-What the fuck?" Harry pulled his hand back and looked Louis in the eyes. There was a hard part to Louis' stomach. Worry filled Harry's body as he tried to get another feel at Louis' stomach but his hand was pushed away by an angry boyfriend.

"So what? Are you going to leave me now? Fine, fuck you. Get out. I want to be alone forever and die alone." Louis stamped his foot like a five year old and ran out the kitchen, leaving Harry with a dumbfounded look on his face. He really didn't understand his boyfriend sometimes.

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"So he just yelled at you and locked himself in the bedroom?" Harry nodded, his feet scraping along the pathway as he and Niall made their way down the road. "Told you that one was a diva, you always go for the ones with an attitude." Niall was joking of course, but Harry wasn't in the mood and took it as an insult.

"Niall shut the fuck up, you know he hasn't got an attitude. He's been sick lately so I guess it doesn't help." Harry argued on behalf of his boyfriend, who was currently tucked up in bed watching the new season of Spongebob on Netflix.

"All I'm saying is go get him a doctors appointment." Niall advised, his obvious doctorate degree card flashing.

But that's exactly what Harry did. He described Louis' symptoms to the doctor and they asked him to make sure Louis came in before he got any worse. They agreed that tomorrow afternoon would be best because it gives Louis time to get enough sleep and get ready slowly so he didn't make himself sick or anything worse than that. The doctor didn't sound too comforting, he sounded a bit unsure of what the issue was but he insisted that Louis definitely came into the doctors.

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Louis' heart was racing. He was sat on a chair in the waiting room, his small feet tapping against the floor and his head spinning. Harry was rubbing his hand, trying to calm him down but nothing would work. It was three in the afternoon and Louis was getting tired. His head hurt and so did his stomach. He felt insecure about his sudden weight gain and demanded he wore one of Harry's hoodies, thought he regretted it after walking into the hospital because the heat in the building was kept on high for the ill people.