As soon as Harry wakes up his mind fills with worry once again and he got out of bed, where he assumed Louis had carried him the night before. He frowned when realizing Louis wasn't in bed, and headed into the kitchen.
He walked over to the fridge, where a note was pinned, and pulled it off gently, the magnet sliding into the fridge from the top of the piece of lined paper.
Harry,
I'm out to pick something up, I'll be back soon, I love you.
-Louis
Harry puts the note down and sighs. He leans on the counter and puts his head in his hands, looking down at his stomach.
He couldn't be pregnant. Not again.
It made sense though, he had been sick, which was the worst in the morning, his senses were stronger then before and to top it all off, sparrow was doing her best to not let him drink. When he noticed the small pooch on his lower abdomen he had finally had enough and pulls himself upright, heading to the bathroom to either confirm of deny his suspicions.
A few minutes later he's sat against the door, knees to his chest, head rested on top of them. His arms are rested around his legs and he's staring down at a white stick by his feet, terrified to know the answer it was about to tell him.
He closed his eyes a took a deep breath, And that's when his phone went off. He kept his eyes closed, biting his lip before opening them and lifting the stick to eye height.
Positive.
Tears began to well in his eyes, and he dropped the stick onto the cold tiles of the bathroom, covering his face and crying into his hands.
Then a car sounded outside, and a door opening and slamming shut. Harry stiffens, snatching the pregnancy test off of the floor and standing, driving it into the back of his pants and covering it with his shirt. He moves to the mirror and tries to fix himself as the door opens, and Louis calls out.
"Harry I'm home!" He yells and Harry's breath hitches as he hurriedly splashes his face with water, trying to rid it of the redness it had taken on while he had been crying.
"Harry?" Louis called out again and Harry knocked on the wall to let Louis know he was here. He ran a hand through his hair and stood in front of the door, hand on the knob and took a deep breath before walking into the hall and following the sound of Louis rustling a bag into the kitchen.
Before he could walk in though Louis called out to stop him.
"Wait there!" He said and Harry frowned but listened waiting in the hall until Louis came around the corner.
Harry gasped at what he seen, and Louis face was nervous looking and pale.
Louis stood in front of him with a bouquet of beautiful soft peachy coloured flowers in one hand and a small little velvet box in the other. He hands the flowers to Harry, who's wide eyed look didn't cease.
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