Little Heartbeat || Larry Stylinson mpreg

XV

It had been two weeks since Harry had come back and Louis was sure the boy was sick. He had been pale all day and was moaning about feeling exhausted and starved but didn't feel like eating anything.

"Love, I think we should go to the doctor's." Louis tells him softly.

"But Lou... you know I hate going to the clinic." Harry grumbles weakly.

"Babe, you're Edward Cullen white right now. I know how much you hate that shade of white." Louis teases playfully.

Harry lets out another sad whine. "But I'm so tired. Can't we call the doctor here, please Louis?"

"Oh, all right you big baby. I'll phone the damn doctor and ask him to come over." Louis says getting up. He comes back after making the call and Harry pouts at him.

"I'm cold, cuddle me." He mumbles sadly and Louis coos a little before getting in bed with him. Harry comfortably snuggles up to him and fists his hands in his shirt. "Hey Lou, can I ask you something?" Harry inquires gently. Louis nods and pulls away a little to look at the boy properly. "I know I promised that I wouldn't bring it up again but it keeps plaguing my mind; why did you say that you wanted the "kid" with me?" Harry does air quotes.

Louis smiles a little sheepishly. "Uh- I don't know. I think it was because I didn't want you to be scared or think that you had to go through this alone. I wanted to be there for you, kind of like I always have been, yeah?" Harry chuckles at that.

"Nick seemed to think it was because you were in love with me." Harry snorts lightly but his eyes are trained on Louis' expression which, for the first time since Harry had known him, was absolutely unreadable.

Louis fakes a snort. "That's downright ridiculous. You know Nick has his funny notions about everything. He always seemed to think that in middle school, you popped multiple boners over me." Louis laughs and Harry flushes. Louis notices this, of course he does. Nothing Harry does goes past him. "Wait, it's true?" he asks incredulously.

Harry shoves him irritably. "Don't be ridiculous. You were downright ugly in middle school. You looked like a rat with a shaved face."

Louis laughs even louder at this. "Aw, it's okay if Baby Harry got turned on by shaved rats. We all had our weird moments back then." He says teasingly.

"Oh shut up Tommo." Harry says just as the doorbell rings and Louis goes out to answer it. He shows the doctor in and his phone pings with a text. He pulls it out. Niall had sent him a picture of a positive pregnancy test. Louis stares at the picture for a while before typing out a reply. Who did you knock up?

The reply comes in within seconds. I emptied out the guest bath trash today. There's eight more. One of them is negative.

It takes Louis a few seconds to register it. He drops his phone. Both Harry and the doctor look at him like he's lost his marbles so he quickly retrieves his phone. "Slipped." He mumbles, giving Harry a look. "What's wrong doctor?" Louis asks trying to get the attention off himself.

"It's just the flu, Mr Tomlinson." She says. "He should be up and about in no time. Just keep giving him warm liquids and lots of rest." She gets up and the two of them go out. Louis settles the payment and shows her out before going back to the room. He looks at Harry carefully. He doesn't seem any different.

"Harry isn't there anything you want to say to me?" Louis asks carefully. Harry looks up at him, the absolute picture of innocence.

"No, is everything okay?" Harry asks with a small smile.