18 & Pregnant
Brown curls were seen over the top of the couch, as a movie played. The two bands had stopped in France for a couple days, and while Louis was throughouly enjoying it, Harry had confined himself to his room, blaming it on his sickness and pregnancy. He really hadn’t gotten sick since they left on tour. Harry was really hiding from Louis, who had taken to being his normal “sassy” ass holish self again.
“What are you doing? Get off your fucking bum, you’re in Paris…” A familiar high male voice huffed from the doorway.
“Go away Tomlinson,” Harry grumbled, shifting himself so he was lying down on his side.
“Oh, back to sir names are we Styles, what have I done now?” Louis asked with a grunt, slowly moving to the couch until he was standing in front of the television, just to make a point of angering Harry.
“You are acting like you did before you found out that I’m pregnant,” Harry murmured, “I’m tired and nauseated, I don’t want to deal with your bitchiness.”
“Oh, Hazza, are you feeling lonely? Do you need hugs?” Louis asked softly, moving down on his knees slightly, gently petting Harry’s head.
“I need you to treat me properly or else both of our tours will be going down in flames,” Harry grunted pouting, “And yes… I could use a cuddle or two,” Harry murmured.
“Good, because I want to see how my baby is doing,” Louis smiled, shifting himself over Harry and behind him, pulling him close, rubbing his stomach gently, kissing the back of his ear and shoulder.
“Which baby?” Harry asked with a small laugh.
“Both of my babies,” Louis chuckled, kissing his jaw, and capturing his lips when Harry turned around to face Louis slightly. He flushed and gently kissed Louis, who eagerly kissed him back, running his hands up and down Harry’s body, gently placing Harry’s leg over his hip, one hand moving to touch his baby.
“Louis… I’m not in the mood for this,” Harry whispered frowning slightly pulling away slightly.
“Come on Haz… You’re stressed out, stress isn’t good for the baby, or for your performances…” Louis cooed, trying to encourage him. He kissed his lips gently, rubbing his body the way he found that Harry liked. Louis’ mouth ended up on Harry’s Adam’s apple when he finally gave in.
“Okay… Fine… This one time only.” Louis smirked and continued to let his hands roam over Harry’s body, glad to have him panting in pleasure.
He began removing clothing, knowing in his head it wouldn’t be the only time on their tour that he would get Harry to give in.
The sun was shining bright out as two bands were relaxing together on a yacht. Harry was shirtless for the first time in a while, letting the sun tan his skin and shine on his small protruding belly. His eyes were shut and he was letting the wind ruffle his curly dark brown locks. Harry felt relaxed for the first time in weeks, not even the times did he let Louis take advantage of him relax him.
“You know all of Australia is staring at your pregnant belly,” A voice said as the body sat next to him.
“They’ll just think I’m getting a beer belly,” Harry murmured.
“Are you not going to tell anyone that you’re pregnant?” Louis asked a small frown and disappointment in his voice.
“Niall said wait until after five months because there could be complications before then, and it’ll get every where if the baby doesn’t make it past then,” Harry sighed out, seeing that he wasn’t going to get a relaxing day. He sat up touching his belly slightly before leaning forward on his knees.
“Oh… And if Niall said jumping off a bridge would be good for the baby would you do it then?” Louis asked with a snort.
Harry smirked, mirth evident in his eyes, “I might consider it. I’d do some research on my own too though.”
“You are a twat,” Louis huffed, and shifted himself so he was sitting in front of Harry, his legs on either side of him.
“Says the twit in front of me,” Harry smiled at him, leaning towards him expectantly.
Louis rolled his eyes and leaned forward pecking his lips. “You’re really needy aren’t you? Does the baby give you the delusion that we’re in a relationship?” Louis asked and slowly pulled away standing up and walked away.
Harry stared after him, his golden green eyes wide, his mouth open in shock at the words. He stood and slowly walked towards the edge of the boat, catching eyes with Louis, and a couple other band members and jumped over the edge, hearing people yelling right as he entered the water. He stayed under for a couple minutes opening his eyes seeing the fishes below him.
He saw bubbles spread around him again like someone had dove in, and looked up, and he saw Louis’ glaring face. Louis darted to Harry, wrapping his arms around his waist, swimming back up with Harry. Once they were back on board and found out fine Louis slapped Harry’s shoulder.
“Do you want the fucking baby to die before the five month mark?! Are you really that suicidal! Don’t you think about other people?!” Louis shouted at Harry.
Harry in response just gave him a deadpan face. “I didn’t realize you cared what happened to me. We’re not in a relationship, why would you?” He asked softly, and gently touched his stomach.
“I care…” Louis murmured and pulled Harry close, slipping his hand down to touch his very small baby bump gently, “I really do… I’m just scared Harry… What will they do when they find out we’re together?” Louis asked softy.
“I didn’t realize you could get scared… And are we in a relationship now?”
“Of course we are… I care about you… And it’s not only because you’re carrying my baby,” Louis whispered kissing him gently. Harry didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling the boy his fears, if the baby wasn’t Louis’, he had seemed to fallen for the man he had hated for so long. He wasn’t ready to pop his bubble, or theirs.
“You know, they might already suspect that we’re together,” Harry whispered against his lips.
“Mmm, lets give them something to talk about, since they have all their cameras on us anyway,” Louis smirked and pulled Harry closer, kissing him deeply, keeping one hand on the back of his head, the other wrapped around his waist.
Harry was not complaining at all, and all thoughts of Louis’ possibly broken heart and promises left his head, holding his face in his hands.
“It’s fucking cold outside,” Louis growled, as he stood outside bundled up with Harry, waiting to get into a movie. He had promised to take Harry on a proper date, now that they were seemingly in a relationship that called for these kinds of things. It was also their only free time away from the press and their management. Even if the body guards were doubled after Harry’s last appointment, and the fan’s getting a bit wilder.
“I’m toasty warm…” Harry smiled, hiding a bit more of his face into his scarf with a large dimpled smile.
“That’s because you’ve got that big belly giving off an extraordinary amount of heat,” Louis smirked, reaching to gently touch Harry’s covered belly. “And it’s your fault I’m cold anyway, making me stand out here waiting for a movie that’s probably not even that good.”
“But you’re being a good boyfriend… And look, they’re letting people in now! Nothing to worry about,” Harry said smiling even bigger kissing Louis gently.
“We’re not going to get seats… there’s at least a hundred people in front of us, and they’re definitely not going to let these big guys go in with us,” Louis muttered, gently taking Harry’s hand as they walked up to the usher who looked at their numbers and then their body guards.
“Sorry, we don’t have enough room for four, only two,” The male said.
Louis glanced to the body guards who just shook their heads, and Louis sighed out, moving his hand to the small of Harry’s back, leading him down the street. “I told you,” Louis grumbled, he had actually really wanted to see the movie, but what could you do when the world seemed to be against letting bodyguards into public places.
“How about we have coffee or a nice dinner? I’ll even pay,” Harry asked softly, taking Louis’ hand in his own again to spread the warmth.
“Alright… But I’m not letting you pay, I’m taking you out for a date, not the other way around, and anyway, you’re not supposed to have coffee,” Louis smiled at Harry, feeling a bit civil for once. It really seemed that Louis was taking all of the mood swings for himself, and Harry was just his normal carefree, but careful self.
Harry was glaring at the management and Louis who was smiling kindly, reassuringly, and empatheticly at Harry, a look he thought he’d never see on the male’s face. Louis slowly released Harry’s hand as he was told to go on stage, Louis would go on after him, once he was mentioned. This was the moment Harry would be coming out with the fact that he was pregnant, not that people hadn’t figured it out, it was just important to mention.
He walked on stage as best as he could with out waddling, and sat down in the plush chair, sitting up straight so that he wouldn’t have any pressure or pain. The woman snorted and giggled, asking Harry if she could touch and he nodded smiling kindly.
“So… How’s pregnant life treating you Harold?” She asked, pulling back, crossing her legs, smiling kindly back at him.
“Better than most women I’d say,” He chuckled and glanced off for a moment before coming back, “I must give them props for being able to do it for mileniums before we realized that we could do it too…” He snorted.
“So, do we get to know who the father is? Can we assume it’s your boyfriend Louis Tomlinson?” She laughed.
“I hope we can assume, we only started dating a week before the tour started, so… It’s always a surprise don’t you think?” Harry laughed, watching as Louis came in from the other side, sauntering over, waving slightly before kissing the women’s cheek, sitting next to Harry.
“And Mr. Tomlinson is here! I remember just a year ago you two were getting into fistfights! What’s changed this?” She asked, her thick Irish accent reminding Harry of Niall. His thoughts drifted off to the blond perky Irishman. In recent months Niall and Zayn had started dating, Zayn had finally broken it off with Liam who continued to refuse to tell Danielle all that he had done. Harry continued his thoughts about this as Louis talked about how their fist fights turned into something more.
“Hello? Where’d you go Haz?” Louis asked smiling.
“Oh! Her accent just reminded me of Niall, like if he was a women, he’d look just like her,” Harry said, smiling and winking into the camera.
“He definitely would, just not as beautiful as you Carmin of course!” Louis smiled at her, relishing in her flush.
“Well… Louis what do you plan on doing once the baby is born? Will you two be living together or maybe married?” Carmin asked waggling her eyebrows at Louis expectantly.
“We’ll see love, I can’t give any of my plans away, except that I’ll be taking care of these two for as long as I live,” He smiled at Harry, pecking his cheek.
“How’s the tour going? Louis, The Rouge, as popular as ever, and Harry, White Eskimo, is gaining a massive fan base, rivaling Louis’.”
“Great.” Louis had put his arm around Harry’s shoulder, playing with his curls.
“Awesome.” He sighed squeezing Louis’ knee.
“What will you do since you have the baby now Harry? Will you go back to White Eskimo after a couple months or are you quitting the band?”
“I will be staying in the band, I’ll work out my baby details with the management. That’s what they’re there for right?” He smiled and nodded when he saw them giving the signal of commercial. She signed them off until later and thanked them.
Louis helped Harry stand up which he thanked him for because he seemed to be wincing slightly. Once they made their way towards the back door Harry was panting softly leaning against Louis whining out.
“What’s going on Hazza?” He asked worried, holding him tighter.
“Con-Contractions… I think,” He whispered and shut his eyes trying to contain the pain of the muscle contractions.
“How many minutes apart are they? Did your water break?” Louis began asking a million questions and Harry couldn’t focus on them, he was ready to buckle over in pain, and before he fell, the security guards picked him up, carrying him to the car, getting him inside before speeding off to the doctor.