KIK •Harry x Louis•

58

-129 days-

The next day, Louis woke up in a grumpy mood, craving something sweet and demanded Harry make him something full of sweetness. Of course, Harry was trying to make him drink the smoothie first and Louis wasn't listening so it caused a bit of an argument.

"Harry!" Louis stomped his foot in agitation, crossing his arms like the stubborn little brat he is, always wanting things handed to him. Sure, Louis was like that even without being pregnant but this just made it worse. "Please, just go buy me chocolate or something."

The older one rubbed his hand down his face in annoyance and tried his best to keep his patience with the other. It was wearing thin with him. "Lou.. Drink the smoothie and I'll do it. Please." He had bags under his eyes from staying up most of the night to make sure Louis was alright.

"No." He said stubbornly and pushed the glass away roughly, almost knocking it to the ground. Luckily, Harry held it in place when it was about to tip over. "Harry, I want something sweet."

"The smoothie is sweet." He tried once more, holding the cup out to Louis. This time, Louis smacked the cup and it went shattering to the floor, the pink substance mixing with glass as it hit the ground. Harry clenched his jaw and shut his eyes, breathing in deeply.

"I'm not drinking the stupid thing so just give up."

"Jesus fucking christ, Louis! Don't you know I'm only looking out for your health and you're here acting like a stubborn little bitch when all I'm doing is babying you!" Harry suddenly shouted making Louis visibly flinch.

Since his emotions were all over the place, and he was more sensitive than usual due to the baby inside of him, he started sobbing loudly, covering his face with his hands. He didn't mean to upset Harry, he's just used to getting his way and being called a bitch hurt like hell right now.

"I'm sorry." He sobbed and didn't bother getting off of the chair because one, if he stood up, he'd probably fall from his knees shaking, and two, he was barefoot and theres glass on the floor so even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

Harry mentally face palmed himself because he knew he got himself into some deep shit. He softened at the sight of Louis crying and he breathed in, hating to see it. He went to far with his words and he knew it. "No, no, Louis. I'm sorry, don't cry, baby." He had shoes on so he easily stepped over the glass.

He pulled Louis into his arms and stroked his hair, rocking him from side to side. Harry hated the fact that he made him cry and he regretted it instantly. He knew that Louis only was acting stubborn is because his emotions were everywhere.

"I didn't mean that, okay? You're not a bitch. I love you." He mumbled, kissing Louis' head repeatedly. When he felt Louis nod, he sighed in relief and pulled away from Louis, only to take the younger boys hands away from his face. "I'm sorry." He reached over and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his long black shirt.

"I don't mean to act like that." Louis quietly whispered, his blue eyes now a lighter color from the crying he did.

Harry shook his head and leaned down, pecking his lips a few times to reassure him. "No, you're allowed to act that way. I understand. I'm sorry." He apologized again and then rubbed his nose against Louis' giving him an Eskimo kiss. "If I make you another smoothie, will you drink it?" Louis nodded and bit his lower lip.