(Hey guys! Sorry I didn't really finish the last chapter I'm not ready to write smut yet I hope you guys understand and enjoy the rest of the story :) )
Louis' POV
***9 days later***
My body shook violently as bile burned its way up my throat and into the toilet. It was about 7:30 am on August 10th and it was the 9th day in a row I've been puking my guts out in the morning and sometimes throughout the entire day. We only just got back from our tour two weeks ago and I've been feeling sick since then. At first I was just really tired, but now I'm throwing up all the time and, um, my nipples have been sore. I'm not an idiot. I know what this probably means, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to let Harry know. Aw Harry. He's currently asleep in my bed as I throw my guts up, but that's how I want it. I don't want him noticing these symptoms because, if he doesn't want a baby, I'm not ready to be rejected. Today, though, wasn't my lucky day. As I started coughing an a rather painful bit of bile I heard a knock at the door.
"Boobear, are you okay?"
"Shit," I muttered, "yeah Harry I'm fine."
"Yeah right," Harry said, as I once again stuck my head in the bowl.
I could hear the door open and then water running. A moment later I felt something cool being pressed up against the back of my neck. I felt Harry set down next to me and wrap his arms around me. I relaxed into his touch until my body decided it had one last thing of bile to get out of my system. When I was finally done I flushed the toilet and shakily got up, with Harry's help. I ran a toothbrush over my teeth and walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen for a cup of tea. Putting the cup of water in the microwave, I was to lazy to get the kettle out, I turned to see Harry looking at me with a worried expression.
"You alright Haz?" I laughed at his expression.
"Louis I think the question is, are you alright?" He frowned, "You have dark circles under your eyes, you're obviously extremely tired all the time, and now I catch you throwing up. Be honest, is this the first day you threw up?"
"No it's not," I said, looking down at the floor.
"How long has this been going on?" Harry asked.
I grabbed my cup from the microwave and put my tea packet in it before responding.
"Just 9 days," I mumbled, but sadly Harry heard.
"9 days and you haven't told me!?" Harry half shouted and I flinched slightly.
"I'm sorry Haz," I sighed, "I was just worried you'd leave me."
"Louis why would I leave you because you're sick?" Harry asked.
"Because I don't think I'm sick Harry," I frowned.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.
"Think about it Harry. I've been super tired, I've been throwing up every morning, and, erm, my nipples are really sore. Doesn't that sound like something other than illness?"
For a moment Harry continued to look confused, but then his jaw dropped.
"You mean," he gasped, "you think you're...pregnant!?"
Tears began to gather in my eyes and I nodded.
"Yes Harry," I sighed, "I think I might be. I understand if you don't want to be with me now. I wouldn't either. I'm just a freak who doesn't deserve some-"
I was cut off my Harry's lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss and wrapped my arms around Harry's neck. Harry's arms went to my waist and his tongue licked my lips, begging for me to let him in. Of course I let him and soon we were engaged in a decent make out session. When we pulled away we were both smiling, but then my nerves kicked in again.
