Little Heartbeat || Larry Stylinson mpreg

XVII

A/N-To everyone who's been waiting for this I'm so sorry for the delays, I've had a couple rough months, medically speaking. I tore a ligament and I've been incredibly sick for four days now. Nonetheless I'm very sorry, thank you for putting up with me. I'll try to get out another chapter soon.

Louis knew exactly who to kill when Liam texts him the words do I congratulate you or pray for your heart? He's already calling Niall before he realises it.

"I'm sorry!!" Niall immediately says upon answering, not even letting Louis acknowledge the fact that he let slip to the boys that Louis and Harry were having a child.

"How do you even manage to bring that up in everyday conversation?" Louis cries exasperatedly.

"It's not my fault. Zayn just said that he was glad you both sorted your shit out and I just absentmindedly said that you kind of had to since you were having a kid together and all that."

"I fucking hate you. Harry is going to kill you. He's having a horrible day, he just realised that he put on a kg and he's still having weird cravings, good fucking luck." He snaps, hanging up. He gets back to his job. So much for telling Harry today then. It seemed like the universe hated Louis. Every time Louis tried to tell Harry how he felt about him, something would crop up and he'd put it off to tomorrow. He was leaving for home in another two hours and Harry was already home since he had a morning shift. He asked Louis to pick a shit load of weird stuff on the way because of his pregnancy cravings and he sounded horribly cranking. Louis was not looking forward to telling him about Niall's fuck up.

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"Harry?" Louis calls out slowly, laden with groceries.

"If you don't have the shit I asked you to bring, get the fuck out and don't show me your face till you have everything." Harry snaps venomously from the dining table where he was reading a book.

Louis feels his heart sink. How would he ever going to bring this up? "No worries. I have everything." He assures, going to put the stuff away.

"Don't." Harry stops Louis. "I'm hungry. I'll put them away myself when I'm done." Louis nods.

"Do you need me or am I okay to go take a shower?" Louis asks hesitantly.

"Well, I'm not your fucking mother, Louis; I doubt a grown ass man needs his roommate's permission to shower." Harry scoffs coldly and Louis gulps. Harry's really pissed, isn't he? He just nods and runs up to his room to take a shower.

He's genuinely surprised by Harry's attitude. He must be having a really bad day otherwise he doesn't really snap at Louis, just tells him that he's having a bad day and isn't feeling too chirpy. It doesn't settle right with Louis. It has to be more than just pregnancy hormones. When he goes downstairs after his shower, Harry has already finished eating and is putting the groceries away so Louis quietly joins him and they put everything away in silence

"Something happened at work, no?" Louis prompts after 3 minutes of tense silence. Harry presses his lips together for a few seconds and finally nods. "You wanna talk about it?" He asks gently, unassuming. Harry mulls it over for a minute.

"I don't know." He finally admits; his voice hoarse with lack of use. Louis nods. "Let's get to bed, yeah? We'll see if you're up to talking then." He offers, gentle but firm at the same time. Harry nods. "You go on. I'll join you in a bit. Kind of wanna take another shower." Louis hums in understanding and gives the boy a one armed hug.

"It's okay." He assures him and it shouldn't but it instantly calms some of the fire burning in Harry's brain, still reeling from his long, long, long day. He briefly curls into Louis' arms basking in his warmth before pulling away and giving him a weak smile. "Tea?" He offers and Harry nods saying a soft please.