when we were eighteen - book one ✔️

Chapter Six **

HARRY // NOVEMBER 2016

{ A/N: the asterisk indicates that there will be a smutty flashback scene in this chapter — ENJOY! }

Harry really liked living with Louis. He soothed something within him that he didn't know needed to be. But he helped a lot, emotionally. Harry was used to being alone and it was nice to have someone respond, not just a clueless cat face look up at you.

Today, Harry had a doctor's appointment, he was experiencing from contractions. Louis didn't know this, no sense of telling him. Even though Louis had showed a sense of sweetness toward his unborn baby. He bought her clothes and shoes and diapers. But Harry had yet to show Louis the nursery, that felt too personal for the current moment.

And just the other day as they watched Game of Thrones, they were on season six now, the baby was kicking Harry so hard he had winced. And without thought, Louis looked down at Harry's belly and got his face real close and whispered, "Be nice to your daddy, little girl". Harry almost told him he was still in love with him right then.

But Louis probably won't care about Harry possible contractions. Harry was probably experiencing Braxton Hick contractions, but since they had been regular all day long, his doctor wanted to examine him to make sure it wasn't an early labor.

Harry was showering, his appointment in forty-five minutes. He heard a large crash from the living room. His heart doubled in pace, what the was that?! Harry turned off the water after clearing the soap from his hair, wrapping a towel tightly around his waist, belly exposed and hanging out. But he didn't care in that moment.

He walked out into kitchen and saw Louis sweeping up glass from the tile floor. Louis looked disheveled and hurried and Harry couldn't help the smile on his face. The pregnant boy asked, "What happened?"

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I was trying to make you some tea and -" Louis's babbling ceased when he looked up and saw Harry shirtless in front of him. Insecurity rushed over Harry and he placed a hand in front of his large stomach, as if that cover it all.

"Oh sorry, I wanted to see what happened," Harry said, starting to back up from the room. Louis's eyes were on his body, a softness in his eyes. He probably felt bad for the pregnant boy, with all his stretch marks and stretched out tattoos.

"It's okay. You're still as beautiful as ever, Haz," replied Louis. He said it so easily. Words Harry wanted to tell him as well for the past four weeks, but always got stuck in his throat. But Louis said it like it was nothing.

Louis turned his back and continued to sweep. Harry went back into the bathroom, pulling on some black yoga pant and sweatshirt. Before he could pull his hair up, a contraction hit.

The pregnant boy grabbed onto his dresser, as his belly tightened painfully and knocked the air straight out of him. The pain made Harry's eyes water and he felt like his vision was hazy.

But as quickly as it started, it ceased. Harry greedily pulled in air and wiped his eyes free of tears. He then pulled his wet hair into a bun. Harry returned to his room to find his wallet, medical card, and keys.

As he walked into the kitchen area, Harry thought it would be decent to tell his flatmate he was headed to the doctor.

"Hey, Lou," Harry said, from the entrance. Louis was brewing up some tea and looked up, frowning when seeing that Harry was dressed to leave. "I have a doctor's appointment."

"Is everything okay? I thought you didn't have an appointment for two weeks," Louis asked, crossing his arms and propping his thinning hip against the countertop.