Not So Simple

Chapter 15

As soon as Harry and Louis leave the doctor's office, they head over to Zayn's house. The lad had sent them both a text saying to stop by and that Niall and Liam are there, too. Apparently he has some 'big announce' to make, which is good, because so do Louis and Harry.

Still, even as Harry talks giddily about baby names and clothes and twins, Louis can't help but feel absolutely terrified. Not because he's having twins, because he's accepted that thought with open arms, but because, well, he may not be having twins. Yes, Dr. Loren said the chance of his baby girl not making it (the mere thought brought chills down his back) was very slim, but it could still happen. You never really know and that scared the shit out of Louis.

Before he can think too deeply about the matter at hand, they're pulling into Zayn's driveway, seeing Liam and Niall's cars there as well.

"I wonder what the big announcement is," Harry ponders excitedly as he puts the car into park and pulls his keys out.

Louis doesn't know how he can be so unaffected by this. They practically just got told that their little girl has a fifty-fifty chance (okay, it's probably better than that, but Louis is a bit dramatic and he's never been very good with numbers) of surviving and Harry is just peachy.

"Dunno," he mumbles. He unfastens his seatbelt and gets out of the car, wanting to get his mind off of everything. He really and truly hopes that talking with the lads will cease his thinking, but knowing Louis' luck, it probably won't.

"You look down," Harry observes, also getting out of the car and squeezing Louis' hand in his. Louis looks up at Harry and smiles, because even when everything else is going negatively, Harry's a familiarity and that's amazing to have; especially when everything is so topsy-turvy right now.

He slows down their walking until they're at a halt and looks Harry in the eyes. "What if our little girl doesn't make it?" he asks quietly. "I don't know if I'd be able to raise a kid knowing that his twin sister died."

Louis is aware that this is a horrible place to be having this discussion (in Zayn's driveway, of all the places), but he needs to get this off his chest. It's killing him slowly but surely.

"Lou," Harry whispers, the corner of his lips pulling downward until he's frowning. Louis doesn't like seeing him frown; he looks much prettier when he's smiling. "I think we should save this conversation for when we get home, yeah? I don't think... I don't think now is a good time."

Louis feels his chest constrict, making it seemingly harder for him to breathe. What Harry doesn't understand is that Louis needs to talk about this now and he needs to get this off his chest. His insides must be nearly vanished because of all the guilt and worry eating them up.

But Louis only nods, because he doesn't like disappointing Harry and he already feels like a pain; he doesn't want to feel like an ever bigger one. Harry gives him a kiss to the lips and smiles, the reassuring kind that should make Louis feel better but really doesn't, and walks up to the front door. He raps on it with his knuckle and Niall immediately answers, beckoning them in.

"We've been waiting forever!" he whines.

Niall never was one to be known for having good patience.

Louis watches as Harry gives him a sympathetic glance and then looks back to Niall. "Louis wasn't feeling well," he says quietly, kissing his shoulder, "We had a bit of a scare at the doctor's office today."

"You're still pregnant, right?" Niall questions, his eyes wide as they look from Louis' stomach to his face.

It is a silly question, because Louis is still as huge as a whale, but he answers with a quick bob of his head, "Yeah, no doubt about that. But, uh, let's go into the living room. I wanna know what Zayn's news is."