three.

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by ickhxrry

by ickhxrry

sorry omg. tysm for being patient, i love you all. WARNING: m-preg. [this will be super short.]

Louis is curled around Harry, having been sick lately. "Haz, I still don't feel well." The small boy whimpers quietly. Harry nuzzles his nose into Louis' jaw, tightening his grip on Louis' small waist.

"You need to go to the doctor." Harry says softly. "Please?" Harry asks, his voice quiet as Louis protests.

"Harry, I hate the doctor."

"I know love, but you need to go." Harry whispers quietly.

Louis rolls his eyes, getting up. "Fine."

"Is everything okay, doctor?" Harry asks nervously, Louis and Harry both staring up at the middle-aged man.

"Louis.." He says softly.

The twenty two year old boy stares up at the doctor in the white coat, his eyes wide.

"You're pregnant."