first steps. [larry stylinson, book 2.]

six.

Harry was absolutely buzzing in his classes, not being able to focus on anything but Louis and the baby.

His baby. Louis and Him. A baby. They'll be dads.

He wants to be called papa, he knows that. Papa, that way Louis can have Daddy, or something else if he'd like. He claims papa, though.

Would the baby have blue eyes? Or green? Would it look more like Louis or himself? He spent all day sketching in his notebook, sketching Louis with a pregnant belly, sketching him and his wonderful boyfriend.

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When Harry got home that day, Louis was on the living room couch, his face in his hands. He was crying, how could he not be? He was terrified that he'd mess up. He was scared Harry would leave him.

Harry walked through the door, and immediately rushed to his boyfriend's side, his face soft. "Hey, hey. What's wrong?" He cooed, pulling his boyfriend into his lap. "You're okay, it's fine. What's wrong?"

"I- I don't want you to- to leave me." Louis cried, nuzzling his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck.

"I won't leave you, Louis. We're going to take care of this baby, together." Harry replies, kissing away a few of his boyfriend's tears. "I love you, Louis. I'd never do that to you, never."