There Goes My Life *larry mpreg* [au]

Twenty

Louis wakes up very early in the morning to nothing. Harry isn't laying next to him with one hand on his belly and the other tucked under his cheek. Instead the space next to Louis is empty, and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion before hearing shuffling from the washroom. It has to be Harry.

Louis waits a few minutes for Harry to come back, but he doesn't. So, Louis gets out of the bed and trudges to the washroom sleepily, knocking on the door lightly. "Harry, love, are you okay?"

"No," Harry replies from the other side, and it sounds like he's upset. He may be crying. Louis doesn't even ask permission to come in. He just opens the door and sees Harry leaning over the sink in a jumper and shorts, sniffling and wiping tears from his cheeks. Louis' face falls.

"Oh, Hazza," He coos as Harry's whole body heaves with a sob. "What's the matter, bub? Are you okay?"

"It hurts, Lou," Harry whimpers, wiping his eyes. Louis' stomach is doing flips. He kisses the top of Harry's head before rushing to his Mum's bedroom, sheepishly waking her up to ask her what to do with Harry. Jay comes into the washroom and asks Harry all sorts of questions, like is his tummy getting tight and if so is it random or regular. Yes, it is, but it's random and seems to come out of nowhere. Jay assures the boys Harry's just getting his first round of Braxton Hicks and makes Harry some tea to soothe him, although Louis argues that he can do it himself.

"Let's get you back to bed, H," Louis murmurs softly into Harry's ear once he's carrying Harry's tea. He uses his free hand to help a shaking Harry to the bedroom, and Harry is still a bit shaken up over everything.

"Hurts," Harry whimpers into Louis' shoulder, and Louis frowns.

"I know, babe, but if you lay down you'll feel better," Louis assures, setting Harry's tea on the bedside table before helping Harry lay down. "There you go, yeah?"

"Cuddle with me?" Harry sniffles, and Louis doesn't even say anything. He just climbs onto the bed and wraps his arms around Harry, kissing the tip of his nose. "Lou, I'm scared."

"Of what, Haz?" Louis asks patiently, smiling a little as Harry's nose nuzzles into his chest. Harry looks so soft like this–soft and sleepy and wonderful, of course. Harry looks up at his through his long eyelashes, green eyes shiny and wet with tears, before glancing away shyly.

"I'm not ready for this, Lou," Harry whimpers shakily, and Louis gets a rush of adrenaline through his body that tells him to protect Harry in any way he can. He holds him tighter until Harry is practically forced into his lap, his belly pressing into Louis' flat one as Louis reaches up and wipes his eyes.

"Me neither, H," Louis assures, and he's trying to make Harry feel better, but the younger of the two just scoffs.

"You have at least some experience!" He points out, sniffling a bit. "You've been trying to teach me how to change a nappy for two weeks now and I've been pissed on twice!" Louis laughs. Harry pouts. "I'm not ready."

"Love, you're only eighteen," Louis reminds in the most soft and adoring tone he thinks has ever come out of his mouth. "It's not like we planned this, yeah? I'm not ready either, hell, every time you even complain about something minor I panic."

"You're such a good dad," Harry whines quietly. "I hope you're that protective over him. I hope he feels safe around you the same way I do."

Louis' smile softens. "And you think you're not a good one?" He asks. Harry shakes his head. "Why, babe?"

"Because I don't know anything!" Harry retorts. "I have to ask you and Jay about everything...about how to do everything. If I were a good...parent, wouldn't I just know these things?"