Losing It {Larry & Niam} *MPREG* *ON HOLD*

Chapter Ten

*Louis' POV*

"Daddy! Wake up! There's someone at the door!" Olette's voice woke me from a deep sleep.

I opened my eyes to see her sitting next to me on my bed.

"Hurry, there's someone at the door." she repeated.

I nodded and got out of bed, rubbing my eyes as I made my way to the front door. I was shocked to see Harry standing there when I opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked slowly.

Harry chuckled. "I live here. Also, I want to take you and Oli out to a carnival today."

I heard Oli squeal behind me.

"Daddy, can we go?" she asked, hopeful.

I sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, go get dressed."

After Oli was in her room, I turned back to Harry.

"Har-"

"I know, I'm a dick. But I just wanted to make it up to you- and Oli -so, when I heard about the carnival, I thought of you guys." he explained, cutting me off.

I nodded and let him fully in the door.

"By the way, next time I kick you out, make sure you take your keys. I was having a lovely dream." I pouted.

Harry chuckled and pecked my cheek.

"You're a dork."

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*Liam's POV*

"Okay, we'll see you next week. Have a nice day, Liam."

"Thanks again. Bye." I sighed as I ended the call with Niall's doctor.

I had just made an appointment for Niall next week, considering he hasn't gone to any of his previous appointments. I was worried about his- and the baby's -health, so I just wanted to make sure they were okay.

"Hey, Ni? Can you come here a minute?" I called to Niall, who was in the living room.

I heard footsteps and a few moments later, Niall walked into the bedroom.

"Yes?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

I patted the spot next to me on the bed.

"Come sit."

He did as told and looked at me, confused.

"What did I do?" he asked.

What didn't you do?

"Well, I just got off the phone with Dr. Alva, and-"

"What?" he interrupted. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"Niall, calm down. We just scheduled an appointment for next Tuesday, so I wanted to let you know. Like, so you don't make any plans, or-"

He scoffed, cutting me off again.

"Who would I make plans with? It's not like anyone wants to hang out with a fat ass."

I took a deep breath to restrain myself from strangling him.

"You're not fat, you're carrying a child. Our child." I reminded him.

He rolled his eyes and got up, standing in front if the full-length mirror.

"You see this?" he said, pointing to his stomach.

"This is fat. I'm not supposed to have a bump yet. It's fat." he said, clenching his fist.