little bitty rattle (and all our dreams are comin' true) | Larry Stylinson

Chapter 1

• im doing this bc i wanna read it and my eyes hurts for reading in pdf, credits to itsmitz in ao3 •

This is set directly after Sometimes Green andSometimes Blue ends, and if you've read that fic, this will probably make moresense, but since SGASB is a beast, I tried (**tried**) to make thiscomprehensible as a standalone. It may not, though!

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Nineteen and Twenty-One, July

It's been one month since their ceremony and two weeks since their extended honeymoon ended, and like he has been for the past two mornings, Harry's curled up in bed, awake without wanting to be, face twisted in discomfort. He feels a familiar soft hand on his shoulder blade, then the voice of his mate: "Take the test."

Harry blinks his heavy eyes. "Babe," he groans, long and low. "Let me sleep."

"You've been awake this whole time, Haz. C'mon, take the test."

"I don't have to pee right now."

"That's what the water's for." Louis's got a small box in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He's come prepared. Just like three days ago when he'd previously done this. Harry should honestly be surprised it's not a daily morning ritual by now.

"I'm not thirsty," Harry complains, but his scratchy voice says otherwise. He sits up.

Louis opens the top of the water bottle and presses it to Harry's lips. "Just drink, baby."

Harry makes a face. "It smells."

"It's water," Louis says. "It doesn't have a smell."

"It stinks," Harry maintains, but he still takes a sip. He then rubs his eyes and shoves his messy hair to the side. The water bottle is pressed to his mouth again, and he accepts it, but without enthusiasm. Water dribbles down his chin and onto his lap.

"Harry."

"I don't feel good," Harry mumbles, sliding off the bed and stretching. He starts walking in the direction of the bathroom, and Louis follows him like a shadow.

"Because you're pregnant."

"I know, Louis."

"Not until the test says yes, though. I can't even smell it yet. There's always a chance you're not."

"Don't possibly see a way that could be," Harry mutters. "We already went through this last week." He shoves down his pajamas and underwear before sitting down on the toilet and holding out his hand. Still drowsy, his eyes are closed, but when he feels the light weight of the plastic stick in his palm, he opens them. There's a click as Louis pulls the cap off.

Because privacy isn't really a word that exists between him and Louis and because he's too tired to protest anyway, he pushes his penis down and starts peeing, not commenting to Louis watching him from his side. When he's done, he puts the cap to the test back on, places it on the counter, and stands up.

Louis looks at the toilet before Harry pulls up his undies and flushes it. "Harry, come on. You're dehydrated as hell."

Harry groans again for no reason. "My stomach hurts, and I just woke up."

"You need to drink more liquids," Louis just says again.

"Opposed to drinking what?" Harry grumbles, poking Louis' side. He's done nothing but drink excessive amounts of liquids for the past month, mainly water. They'd gone to South America for their honeymoon, and not that Harry considers himself a big drinker or anything, but he hadn't even had any alcohol there at all; his mating ceremony was the last time he drank beer. He and Louis both didn't want to risk anything.