Harry's POV:
Louis figured it out today,exactly a week after I found out. "No,no no no no, this can't be- it's no possible- I can't-" he said, sobbing. I cradled him
and brushed away his tears. "How am I pregnant?" He asked for the 100th time. "I don't know, love," I whispered into his ear. "H-how are we sure?
Maybe I was just acting stranger than usual," he suggested. I opened my laptop and searched 'pregnant men'. I clicked on the first bar and read it
to Louis. "Pregnant men usual have a bigger appetite and sleep more. They act like pregnant women only you can notice it more. Also, pregnant
men usually have the children pre mature. Pregnant men are more likely to have a miscarriage and have to be careful. Only two men have been
known to become pregnant. Their names are Niall horan and James Smith." I edited it to where it said, 'only three men have been known to become
pregnant. Their names are Niall Horan, James smith, and Louis Tomlinson.' I turned my laptop off and pulled Louis closer to me. "Well, we don't
have to adopt now," I said and he moaned into my shirt. "Shhh, I'm sorry," I whispered and pressed a kiss onto his forehead. "How am I going to do
this?" Louis asked in a small voice. "I don't know. Niall is going through this, too, love. If he can get through it we can," I said and kissed him.
Louis's POV:
"I'm tired," I whined and Harry carried me upstairs. "I'm going to bed too," he said and stripped down, laying beside me. I cuddled into his warm
body and closed my eyes.
*******
I woke up, feeling a wave of nausea rise up in my throat. I ran to the bathroom and vomited on the toilet. I felt Harry's warm hand rubbing my
back and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry I woke you," I said and he shrugged. "You didn't wake me. I've been awake the whole time, y'know, making sure
nothing happened or would happen," he explained. I washed my mouth out and Harry carried me to the bed. "We've got to go to school. I'm sure the
nurse would know what to do if something happened," Harry told me, tossing me clothes. I pulled my shirt off and groaned. "It's already forming a
bump," I whined. "Louis, that's your tummy. Your growing it back. The baby won't start to show for quite a while, nobody will notice it," Harry
reassured me and I pulled the shirt on. "But I feel fat," I whined. "Wait until the baby is bigger," he said and made motions around my stomach. I
gulped. "Harry, what if I can't do this?" I whimpered. "But you can," he said and walked over to me, leaned down, and pressed his lips on mine.
"We've got to go now," he said. "C-can I just stay home? Please?" I begged. "Uh, alright. I've got to go, bye," he said and walked out of the room. I
turned on the tv and shifted around on the couch, getting comfortable.
Harry's POV:
After several long hours I rushed home. I opened the door and saw Louis sitting on the couch, biting a pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. "BooBear,
are you alright?" I asked and rushed over to him. "It hurts Harry. It hurts really bad," he said quietly and cried out in pain, biting down harder on
the pillow. "Why didn't you get pain meds?" I asked. He shook his head. "I-I couldn't. It hurt to much, I couldn't get up," he said and started sobbing.
"I'll get you some," I said and grabbed 4 aspirins and a glass of water. I handed them to him and he swallowed them. "Carry me to the restroom?"
He asked and I picked him up carefully. I carried him to the bathroom and set him down to do his business. I waited outside and barely heard him
say it. "H-Harry? I-it's," he started but stopped. I walked in the bathroom and saw him pants covered in blood.
