Not So Simple

Chapter Thirteen

Month 5

Almost automatically they fall back into the swing of things. Liam leaves for his flat only a couple of days later, claiming it's about time he gets going. Louis makes him promise to come over whenever he's feeling down about Zayn or whatever, and that's that.

Things have been extraordinary since Harry's come home. Neither Louis nor Harry has been able to keep their hands and lips off of one another, snogging in the kitchen when Harry's making breakfast and, well, anywhere they can, really. 'Making up for lost time,' Louis always says, even though Harry's pretty sure it's just Louis' hormones speaking up. Not that Harry's complaining in the slightest.

Now, the two of them are watching television yet not watching it at all. Harry's pressing long and lingering kisses to Louis' neck, chuckling against the skin there when Louis shivers. Harry's found out that the slightest little thing (even a simple kiss on the lips) can set Louis off, making him beg for more until they're both involved in a heavy and heated snog. Today, however, had been different. Louis hadn't pleaded for more or anything of the sorts. He'd just take whatever Harry gave him which, to be honest, scared Harry a bit. Maybe he'd grown accustomed to Louis wanting more, more, more.

His thoughts are confirmed when Louis wiggles out of his grasp, muttering a small "Stop" and biting down on his lip. Harry immediately disconnects his lips from Louis' neck and regards him thoroughly. He doesn't appear to be pale or sick.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks softly, worry bubbling in his stomach.

Louis moves into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around his chest and tugging at his shirt to cover his stomach. Harry doesn't know why he'd want to cover it. It's the cutest thing he's ever seen, with the tan skin swelled up more than his last pregnancy, which only makes it is even more adorable... if that's possible.

"You don't-you don't think I'm fat, do you?" Louis looks down at his stomach, continuing to gnaw at his lip. "Be honest, too. Don't say that I'm not if you think I am. I mean, I can take it. I know I've gotten bigger and... You don't have to lie and say I haven't."

If Harry's being honest, he expected this to happen. Even before Louis was pregnant (way before then, when One Direction was still selling albums by the millions), he had been insecure about his weight. Pregnancy obviously isn't going to change that.

Harry envelops him in a hug, his hands coming to a stop at Louis' stomach. "Of course I don't think you're fat," he murmurs. "I know you've gotten bigger, but that's just because sweet pea is growing up to be big and strong."

Louis lets out a small sigh. "I know, I'm just, I'm just so much bigger now. I can't even attempt to squeeze into my jeans anymore and I'm going to have to start wearing all sweat pants. Even the shirt I'm wearing right now is getting a bit snug on me. And I feel-I feel ugly now that I'm not as thin as I was."

That's the most ridiculous thing Harry's ever heard. "You're crazy, Boo. Do you know how amazing pregnancy looks on you? I swear, you've got that whole 'glow' thing down to a T, and even if you're not as thin, you're ten times more beautiful. And who cares if you have to start wearing sweats? It's going to look bloody hot on you, just wait."

Harry feels pride swell up in him at the small smile Louis makes at that. "Really?" he questions, eyes still unsure and insecure.

Pressing a kiss to Louis' lips, Harry nods. "Mm hmm, I mean every word, babe. You're absolutely beautiful."

Louis curls back up into Harry's side, his smile now more prominent. "Thank you, Hazza. I needed to hear that."

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