Louis hates everything. Darcy and Tommy were moving around too.much, he was so much bigger, his feet were swollen and back was aching, and it was really hard to remain patient.
Harry's tried. He's been giving him back rubs and waking up in the middle of the night. He's found substitutions around the house for Louis to snack on whilst he went to Tesco to get what he craves: overall, he's been great.
Louis' main concern is that one day, he'll drive Harry mad. Louis knows he can't help his mood swings and cravings, but he also knows he can't be upset with everything Harry's done for him.
"Harry, look at me. I'm as big as whale!"
"Louis, no you aren't. You look beautiful."
"No Harry, I'm fat and lazy and I can't even put my shoes on anymore!"
"Lou, you're being ridiculous. You aren't fat, you're pregnant. With twins, so calm down."
"I can't calm down! I'm hideous."
"No, Louis. You're one of London's most famous models, you're gorgeous. Anyone would be lucky to be as pretty as you."
"I'm just- I don't know." Louis' voice descended into a whisper. He's felt self conscious about his body plenty of times. But this was different.
"Lou, you're at the insecure phase of you're pregnancy. I promise you look beautiful. Even your followers agree."
"But Harry, I just don't feel as pretty as you make me feel. And I'm not comfortable in my own skin."
"I know, love. I'm sorry you feel like this."
"It's not you're fault, I'm just hormonal."
"Look on the plus side, you have excellent child bearing hips."
"I do, don't I?" Harry nodded.
"Get some sleep, darling. It's late."
"Harry, one more thing. Can we maybe get some Cheez-its?"
~ ~ ~
"That's my man." Louis smirked as he scored a goal. The bench warmers snickered. Louis became a regular on the bench, and knew everyone on a first name basis. Grey- Derek- was right next to him, as always.
"He winked at you."
"I know, he's so cheeky."
"Only for you, he wouldn't dare wink at anyone else."
"I seemed to take note of that."
"He told me about your, um... insecurities. He thinks you should tell everybody whose ever made you feel less of yourself to kiss your arse. He really does think you look beautiful."
"He's been telling me everyday. What has him so worried?"
"We're close mates, but not best. I don't know all the details."
"Oh, sorry."
"But if I had to guess, I'd say he's worried about disappointing you. He likes to make people happy. It's in his nature."
"He knows I couldn't be disappointed in him. Look at all he's done for me. How many jumpers he's bought me. How early he wakes up just to fetch thing for me. He's even bought a mini fridge and a storage container and put them on my side of the bed so I'd be able to eat while he slept."
"Man, not many people would do that. And he loves seeing you in his or your large jumpers. He couldn't take his eyes off you at the shower. Just out of curiosity, have you made him upset?"
"Yes, he made me feel loved. And not that I know of. I try to make sure he's appreciated because I know he has work, and I can't have him stressed, too. And, I know he's trying."
"It's not like it's your fault. I mean, Harry did get you pregnant."
"I know, and I'm actually happy about the twins, I just don't understand why Harry would be afraid to disappoint me."
"He doesn't want you to feel fat, or ugly, or lazy, or needy. He doesn't think any of that. He never thought lowly of you."
"He hasn't?"
"You hold a special place in his heart. If there's one thing I've known since year nine, he doesn't fall in love easily. But you? You've managed to worm your way into his mind, and he's never been so smitten."
"I remember," Louis thought back from the dozens of times he's flirted with someone in front of him. He never really payed much mind to Harry, nor did he want to. And now, he's never seen Harry so... perfect for a relationship. "Wait, year nine?" Derek snickered.
"You don't remember me?" Louis shook his head and stared. Derek Grey. He thinks he'd remember such a name. And that's when it hit him.
"You're the first bloke that asked me out that day." Louis laughed.
"Yeah," Derek nodded. "I was."
"Well you're all grown up now! Oh God, you look nothing like you used to. No wonder I couldn't recognize you."
"Yeah, I've evolved. But anyway, back to you. You're the only person Harry's ever been in love with. He wants to keep it that way. And that's clearly not like him to do something like that."
"What can I do though? I want him to know I really am happy with this."
"Try not to point out you 'flaws'. He wants you to feel as pretty as you are."
"Outer beauty is only a matter of opinion."
"When it comes to you, it becomes a fact." Louis blushed.
"I'll take your word for it, but only because I want him happy."
~ ~ ~
Louis knew how he was gonna play this. He gathered everything he needed that Harry found sexy on him. He was showered and smelled of pomegranate, his hair was dried and tucked into a beanie -with the exception of his bangs-, he had Harry's royal blue jumper on over his favorite boxer briefs, and of course, his trusty glasses.
Louis smiled at himself in the mirror. He really does feel pretty in his own skin, and he knows that Harry will love seeing him happy. And to be honest with himself, he really didn't find himself 'fat' anymore.
Louis waited. He asked Harry to pick up some toffee kernels while he was in the shower so he'd have time to prepare. He was determined to prove to Harry he liked the way he looks.
