Landrie P.O.V
"What time is it?" Louis asks, pulling me close to him. "Three thirty, in the morning." I mutter, turning over and kissing his cheek.
"I think Haz is up..." He says, causing me to laugh. I run my fingers through his hair and get up to see if Harry was up.
I hear a crashing noise in the kitchen and walk in to see what was up.
"Shit!" He mumbles, I see coffee everywhere, on the walls and the floor, the lamp and the counter.
I giggle, running my hands over my stomach subconsciously. "Aww, already got a bump I see?" Harry laughs, looking at me with a mixture of sympathy and happiness.
"Yeah, kind of..." I mutter and Harry laughs. "The baby is going to be precious, I can't wait to meet it!" He says, and instantly I feel less insecure.
I hear the noise of feet padding behind me, and turn around, seeing Louis walking out of our room in just his boxers.
"Hi baby" I say and turn to give him a hug. "I guess I missed the party?" Lou mumbles, making me smile.
"No, just the cleanup..." I say, earning a laugh from everyone in the room.
"So is Liam still pissed at the world?" Harry asks, and I roll my eyes. "No, just us." Louis says as he wraps his arms around my waist, planting his hands firmly on my stomach.
I turn red, and Harry begins to smirk. "I don't think I will ever get used to this...." He says, making Louis laugh; "I don't think I ever will be either." I scrunch my face up in a look that I'm sure looks absolutely amazing on me.
"Fuck you both then! I'll go stay with Perrie!" Louis laughs and rolls his eyes. "C'mon babe, it's three in the morning. You need enough sleep for two people, so lets get back in bed."
"Ok, Bye Harry! See you in the morning!" I say, then follow Lou to our room. I lay down on the bed and wait for him to lay down next to me. I feel his arms wrap protectively around me, as he begins to hum the tune of A drop in the ocean, I feel myself drifting off...
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