Going My Way (Larry Stylinson)

And Baby Makes Three

It's still dark outside when Harry's woken from his slumber. He rolls over and startles when he finds Louis sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone illuminating his face, a worried expression marring his features.

"Lou?"

"I'm really sorry, Haz. I uhm... I didn't want to wake you but... I don't feel too good. Thumbelina isn't moving around as much as she usually does and my back is killing me and I'm... I'm freaking out," Louis says, panic evident in his tone.

Harry sits up and flicks on the bedside lamp. He takes ahold of Louis' hand. "Hey, it's okay. Come on. Come here."

Louis slumps into Harry's chest and lets out a sob as Harry rubs circles on his back. "Has this happened before?"

"No, not like this," Louis hiccups out, tears dampening Harry's bare chest.

"Alright. Well, I'm sure everything's fine, but I think we should get you to the hospital, just to be sure."

Louis nods and sits up, wiping the tears from his face with the sleeves of his shirt that are pulled down over his hands. "I've got a bag packed at home. Can we go and get it, just in case?"

"Of course," Harry says trying to stay calm even though his heart is making a valiant attempt at beating out of his rib cage. Louis needs him to be strong. "Hey, don't worry. We've got this. Yeah?"

Louis looks up and Harry can see he's frightened. He cups Louis' face in his palms, running his thumbs over his cheeks and wiping away the remnants of his tears.

"I'm sorry, Haz. I wanted to talk to you tomorrow about... I wanted to ask if you might consider being..." Louis draws his shoulders up, taking a deep breath before letting them fall, not meeting Harry's gaze. "I don't really have anyone, you know, for all of this. Vera was supposed to be my support person, but now with her mum and everything, I was going to ask... god, this is..."

Harry smiles and tilts Louis' face up, getting him to look at him. "I'd love to be your support person, Lou, if that's what you're asking?"

Louis' eyes light up. "Yeah?"

"Of course, I'd be honoured."

" Fuck ," Louis says with a long sigh. "Thank you. You're so good to me, to us. Thank you."

Harry's heart is soaring but he has to remain grounded for Louis now, for both of them. He lets go of Louis' face and pats his thigh. "Okay, grab your things and I'll get dressed, then we can head out. We'll call the hospital from the car."

Louis goes to stand but pauses, his eyes finding Harry's again. He starts to lean in and then hesitates. Searching for something in Harry's eyes. Harry smiles and that must be all the reassurance he needs. Louis closes the gap and presses his lips to Harry's. It's soft and chaste and beautiful and perfect.

Louis pulls back, his mouth forming into a small grin. "Been wanting to do that for two weeks."

Harry can't help the fond that must be written all over his face. "But Lou, we only met two weeks ago."

"Like I said... been wanting to do that for two weeks."

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The city is quiet as Harry drives them through the abandoned streets; even somewhere as bustling and frantic as LA needs its down time too. Louis is fidgeting nervously beside him and Harry reaches out his hand which Louis takes firmly in both of his own.

"Sorry. Shit. Feel like I'm gonna crawl out of my skin," Louis says with a self-deprecating chuckle.

"Hey, that's to be expected. We'll be there soon and then we can get you and Thumbelina all checked out. Everything's gonna be fine, Lou."