Not So Simple

Chapter Five

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Month 5

They decide they don't want to know the sex. Or rather, Harry doesn't and Louis does but all Harry has to do is pout a bit for Louis to give in and, no, we wouldn't like to know the sex. Basically, Louis will do anything for a boy that isn't even his.

It's almost like Harry is his, though. They're constantly doing something together, from watching telly on the couch, going to the movies with the boys and ordering an extra-large popcorn that Louis hogs, or anything, really. That's all normal, of course, but it's the physical part of their friendship (alright, that sounds wrong. Maybe relationship-but-not-in-the-dating-sort-of-way is better?) that always leaves Louis wanting more.

He blames it mostly on the hormones. But even if Louis wasn't pregnant, the things Harry did to him would still leave him wanting and lusting and maybe even wanking in the shower, though he wouldn't admit to that. How can he help it when Harry just crawls into his bed like it's instinct, cuddling (they're always cuddling now) him and pressing feather-light kisses to his hair or his neck until he falls asleep.

It almost seemed like telling Harry about the baby had made them undeniably closer.

But Louis had to stop and think about that. Even though he'd promised otherwise, Harry was treating him differently because he was pregnant with his child and pitied him. That's what it had to be, because Harry still had Lauren as his girlfriend, who he loved and cared for dearly.

"How're things going between you and Lauren?" Louis asks. He's nosy, alright?

Harry shrugs, avoiding Louis' eyes when normally he'd be looking right in them. "Fine," he hisses. Is his voice... Angry? Shit, it's because Louis is pregnant and ruining their relationship, isn't it? Of course it is.

"Sorry," he murmurs, suddenly wishing he would've not asked the question at all and just dropped it entirely.

"Why would you be sorry?" Harry asks, his tone now soft, all the anger vanished from it completely. He scoots closer to Louis, resting his head on his shoulder. "It's not your fault Lauren's changed so much. She just... I dunno, she's different."

Louis almost breathes a sigh of relief before remembering he's supposed to be a good friend to Harry. "That's terrible," he claims, shaking his head. "Just so we're clear; it has nothing to do with the baby, right?"

"Of course not," Harry says, his hand finding Louis' large stomach and caressing it. It's huge, to be honest. Alright, maybe not incredibly huge, but bigger. Much, much bigger and that makes Louis extremely uncomfortable. What if he can't work off all the weight after the baby is here and is stuck like this for the rest of his life? Then Harry wouldn't even be attracted to him in the slightest.

"I hope you don't mind that I'm terribly fat now." Louis claims, wrinkling his nose up in disgust. It's not like he had rock hard abs when he wasn't pregnant, he'd always been a bit of a softy in the tummy area, but that wasn't the point. His stomach had never been so big before.

Harry groans exasperatedly. "You're not fat, Lou. Haven't we discussed this already? A countless amount of times, even."

"Well you're thinner than me."

"I'm not pregnant with your child, that's why!" Harry chuckles at Louis' absurd comment. "I don't care that you're putting on weight. It's healthy for the baby." It's the way that Harry says 'baby' that makes Louis' skin tingle and his cheeks flush. The word almost comes out as a coo, and incredibly affectionate. Why is Harry so lovey over their baby? It's got nothing to do with Harry having more than platonic feelings for him, right? No, Louis won't allow himself to believe that and get excited over nothing.