chapter 1

Author's Chapter Notes: This is my new story. Louis will be pregnant in this story, not Harry.

There may or may not be songs featured, I'm not sure yet.

I do not own the characters or songs, just the plot.

Also, I do have an account on Archive Of Our Own. My username is "LacyPearl" and Fix You is posted on there as well.

I awoke to the sound of my alarm blaring. I rolled over and turned it off and snuggled into my pillow. I was just on the brink of sleep when my bedroom door flew open.

"Dude, come on! Wake up." Liam's voice filled my room and a low groan came from my body.

"Five more minutes. That's all I need. Just five more minutes." The nightmares were getting more frequent. I slid my hand under the covers and placed it on my stomach.

"Lou, Simon will be here any minute and he demanded that we all be downstairs."

"Alright, Li. I'll be down in a few minutes." After the soft click of the door sounded, I slowly crawled out of bed, keeping my hand on my stomach. I looked at my reflection and thought about the day that's been haunting me for the last two weeks.

Three weeks ago

"Louis, we're going to Nando's. Wanna come?" I looked over at Harry from my place on the couch, biting my lip. I was supposed to be with Eleanor tonight, which meant that Eleanor and I stay hidden and management puts together some photoshopped pictures of us and put them on the Internet, which Harry is fully aware of.

"Haz, you know tonight is 'date night.' I can't leave the house." I saw Harry's eye roll as he strode over to the couch, sitting on the arm.

"Want me to just get your usual then?" I kneeled up on the couch, engulfing one of his large hands with both of mine.

"Harry, this is killing me just as much as it's killing you. I hate having to hide who we are, just so management can make another million off of us."

"I just wish they'd see they would make twice as much if they let us come out. I mean, seriously. Practically our whole fucking fandom ships us." Harry slid off the arm and into my arms.

Harry is still just a boy. He's just now going through his last stage of puberty, growing about two inches every other day. On top of that, he's an insecure, closeted gay young man who's being called a womanizer by just about every magazine and tabloid in the country.

Because of management, Harry has cried himself to sleep many times. Telling him that I love him and that he's not a womanizer only works a certain amount of times, which is why I've had to resort to letting him tear my ass apart every night. I'd much rather have him crying from pleasure than from pain. He's my love, and I absolutely hate management for what they're doing.

"Baby, I know. Trust me. I know more than anyone. I was out before I auditioned for the X Factor, and I had to be locked back in the closet for God knows how long. But, I'm here. I'm always gonna be here." Harry looked up at me, and I could see the lust building in his eyes. He gripped a hand at the back of my neck, pulling my head toward him. He crashed his lips into mine, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I love being intimate with Harry. There are times when we make love, but some of our best moments have resulted from our hate of management. Harry pulled away from our kiss, and turned me on my stomach. I bit back a smile as he pulled my pajama pants down.

"Gonna make you feel good." Harry's voice was already husky as he quickly undid his jeans. I grabbed a couch pillow and buried my face into it as he brought my knees up, raising my bum in the air.