Barbara's [l.S Mpreg] editing

Chapter 38

Louis cursed Harry's hair. He was reading from a magazine while telling Louis the little details about some celebrities. Louis' iPad had run out of battery since he kind of had forgotten to charge it. So, Harry could only play the dressing game of a least five minutes.

Soon, the train stopped, and Harry opened up the curtains to see if they had arrived. And yes, they had. With Harry's loud squeal of excitement Louis knew he didn't have to worry about his boy feeling sad. He had to keep him busy.

"Wanna get donuts? Are you hungry, love?" Louis asked as he packed some stuff they had out inside his backpack, which he had gotten from the container on top. He took Harry's bag and handed it to him. Harry nodded and smiled up at. "Okay come on, we're about to get out." Harry stood up, threw his backpack over his shoulder and took Louis' hand. They were standing in the middle of the hallway, waiting for the others in front of them to get out.

"Lou?" Harry asked. Louis hummed in response as they took small steps. "I'm feeling sick." He mumbled. Louis' eyes shot open and he turned to look at Harry, his hands went to Harry's cheeks and forehead, checking for temperature or something.

"Oh no baby." He kissed his forehead. "Are you feeling nauseas?" The boy nodded. "It's okay. We'll out of here in less than you know it." Harry nodded and took a strong grip of Louis' arm. Louis turned to everyone who was moving way to slow and decided to ask nicely. "Excuse me everyone? My fiance is feeling nauseas, mind letting us out fist?"

"We don't care about your gay boyfriend! Wait as everyone else." Somebody shouted.

"Excuse you. He is not boyfriend. He is fiance! And, if you please would not say gay as it's such a wrong thing." Louis asked calmly.

"Shut up fag! I've had a long ride." The man turned around.

"Fag? FAG?! Did you really – listen, sir..." Louis breathed in. "As you might as well know, he is pregnant. And, if you not want him to freaking throw up the shit on you, then I would kindly ask you to let us out first."

An old lady turned to look at both of them. "I wouldn't like anybody throwing up on me." She said. "Or, if I was pregnant I would like to be let out." Harry was hiding his face on Louis' arm. He was embarrassed and everyone now knew he was pregnant.

"Did you just say he's pregnant?" Another man asked. Louis answered with a quick yes. "Oh, my father went through that. It's common." He nodded. "Let's make some space! Let the two love birds walk through!" People started to move aside and Louis thanked them until they were finally outside.

As Louis intertwined their fingers, he walked quickly to the nearest bathrooms. Harry covered his mouth and let go of the boy's hand, running into a stall and letting everything out. He then walked out washing his hands and teeth as Louis gave him a toothbrush and toothpaste. "Sorry..." he mumbled.

"Don't worry about it, love. You're pregnant. It's fine." Louis pecked his forehead. "Come on, my family is probably waiting for us outside. Just let me send them a quick text." Harry nodded and Louis took out his phone. They walked out, hand in hand, and Louis pressed call, using his other hand to hold his phone.

"Mum? We're here. Are you guys outside?" Harry just stood there looking at his nails while holding onto Louis with his other hand. He had painted them with a transparent color on the way here. Louis said they looked pretty, so of course he didn't take it off. Besides, they're barely noticeable. "Okay. We're heading there. Bye, see you in a few." Louis hung up, putting his phone away and turned to Harry. "Come on, love."

"Um Lou?" Louis stopped walking and turned around to his baby. "I um – I just... ugh!" He let go of Louis' hand, throwing his hands up to the air. "I am this curly freak who likes wearing purses and painting his nails! Oh, and let's not forget about the amazingly famous long hair." He said in a sarcastic tone. "Apparently I'm a girl! I've been asked so at least seven times!"