This is the New Year (Larry Mpreg)

Thirty-Three

It's Louis's 26th birthday the next time he hears something from Harry. Harry hasn't tried to call or text Louis since Liam said he saw him at the shop. Of course, Louis's glad that the incessant calls have finally stopped. Definitely happy. Really, he's happy about it. Honestly.

Of course, though, he arrives home from work (and yes, his boss really did make him work on Christmas Eve) only to be greeted by a large bouquet of flowers on his door step. The initial sight of the gorgeous white peonies make a smile break out onto Louis's face for the first time since he woke up and a text from his sister made him realize that he's still getting older, no matter how many deals he tries to make with the universe.

It takes him a moment or two to be able to bend over at the right angle to reach for the card that's sticking out of the top of the arrangement, but when he reads it, his grin quickly turns into a grimace.

'Happy birthday, Lou (you're not old, shut up).

Love, Harry'

It was a simple note, but everything about it made his insides sting. He enters his flat and leaves the flowers on his door step. He pretends that he doesn't realize he kept the note.

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"Oh by the way, lad, I'm having a New Years party if you want to come," Niall tells Harry on the 26th. Harry stays silent as he picks the tiny fabric balls off of his joggers, his head resting on his fist. "Mate," Niall asks again, looking away from his video game. He pauses the game. "Harry!" Niall basically yells, nudging his thigh.

"What?" Harry finally replies with a shocked look on his face. "What happened?"

"I'm having a New Years party," Niall repeats with a chuckle, unpausing the whatever violent video game he's into at the moment.

"I dunno, Ni. I'm haven't really been in the party mood lately," he sighs.

"Yeah I know, you're super fuckin' depressing."

"Wow, thanks for the kind sentiment, Niall," Harry replies, his voice leaking sarcasm.

"Well, you are." Niall rolls his eyes. "Just come to the party, have a few drinks, chat with some people, and just get out of your flat, mate. You need to go out and have a good time. You won't get over him if you don't try."

"I don't want to get over him."

"Please?" Niall all but begs.

"Fine," Harry groans, submitting to his friend's wish.

"Thank you," Niall says happily, continuing his game. "Fuck! Why did you fuckin' shoot me you fuckin' wanker?"

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It's 3:27 in the afternoon on New Years Eve when Louis feels the first pains of a dull pressure in his pelvis. It surprises him so much that he has to sit down in the shower while the warm water rushes over him.

The pressure only lasts about 20 seconds. He takes a deep breath and thinks it might just be Braxton Hicks contractions again, because he experienced those last week and there's one more week until his due date.

He assumes they'll go away fairly soon.

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It's 8 in the evening when Louis decides that it's best that he calls his doctor, because he's timed the pains and they're about 10 minutes apart and last longer than a minute now. The pain has also gotten more intense.

He calls the doctor and breathes through his words before they tell him that he needs to wait to come in until the contractions are only 5 minutes apart. As for now, he should just try and get some rest.