Model Material- Larry Stylinson

Chapter Twenty Three

Louis had felt different for the past two weeks. It started right after him and Harry had sex after Gemma's wedding. He started to have weird eating habits, cravings all most. Harry just laughed it off when Louis suddenly craved a chocolate and strawberry milkshake or spicy sausages. Louis had also been feeling faint and like he would puke every 10 minutes, but he thought it was just a fever. 

It all made sense to Louis one night this week. Harry was lying on Louis' belly and it felt different. Almost hurt a little. Louis stroked his hair while Harry read a book he had been reading for the past few days. 

"Lou, are you alright?" Harry asked, noticing Louis being nervous and shuffling around.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine. Just lost in thought that's all." Louis offered him a smile. Could it be? No. Could Louis actually be pregnant? The doctor said it was almost impossible. Well, almost but Louis had those new pills and maybe, just maybe they did work.

"Haz, I'm gonna go to my mum's for a bit, yeah? She wanted something earlier."

"I can give you a ride."

"Honey,  there's a big fancy ass car you brought me at front of our house." Louis chuckled and Harry smiled at him. "Besides, I can give you a ride later." Louis whispered against Harry's hair, making him smile even wider. That always made Harry lose his original thought. 

"You better get that bum of yours back fast then Lou."

"Oh I will."

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Louis sat in the car, nervous as hell. He texted Emma and gripped the steering wheel tightly, laying his head on it for a few minutes. "Please, say this worked." He whispered to himself and inhaled deeply before he looked in the mirror at himself, driving off. "Please be pregnant."

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Louis arrived at the small clinic and parked his car in front of it. He entered the building and felt nervous all over again. His hands shaking slightly and his mouth dry. What if he wasn't pregnant? What if he just imagined those weird feelings? He went to the receptionist and told her he had an appointment. 

After some tests run by the nurse, and another 20 minutes of waiting, he heard his name being called. Here we go, he thought and sucked a breath in. He stood up and went to Emma's office slowly. He entered the room and was greeted with Emma sitting in a large white chair, smiling at him.

"Hello, Louis. How are you? Take a seat, please." She smiled and Louis returned the smile and sat down, playing with his fingers to keep himself busy. It was kind of a nervous habit. 

"I.. uh.. I've been feeling weird for around two weeks now. It started with weird eating habits and I dunno, throwing up and tingles. Some times I feel really faint too, I'm just wondering whats going on with my body, really."

Emma smiled at him. "Well, we run a few tests, diabetes, blood pressure, fluids, blood sugar, water levels, pregnancy tests and well..." Louis felt his heart beating a little too fast. 

"Louis, you're pregnant, congratulations."

Louis' eyes widened and his mouth hung wide open. "Wha- rea- What?" He didn't know what to say. It was almost like it was a miracle. The medication worked. He. Louis Tomlinson. Was having his very own baby. Was it a dream?

"You're pregnant. It worked, with the help of the medication of course. I hope this is good news for you."

"I-it wor- oh my god. It worked? I'm pregnant?" He still couldn't believe it. Harry would be so happy to know. He just wanted to run and tell him straight away, but he wanted it to be planned out and special too. Once he had managed to calm himself down of course.