Louis' POV

My body shook violently as bile burned its way up my throat and into the toilet. It was about 7:30 am on August 10th and it was the 9th day in a row I've been puking my guts out in the morning and sometimes throughout the entire day. We only just got back from our tour two weeks ago and I've been feeling sick since then. At first I was just really tired, but now I'm throwing up all the time and, um, my nipples have been sore. I'm not an idiot. I know what this probably means, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to let Harry know. Aw Harry. He's currently asleep in my bed as I throw my guts up, but that's how I want it. I don't want him noticing these symptoms because, if he doesn't want a baby, I'm not ready to be rejected. Today, though, wasn't my lucky day. As I started coughing an a rather painful bit of bile I heard a knock at the door.

"Boobear, are you okay?"

"Shit," I muttered, "yeah Harry I'm fine."

"Yeah right," Harry said, as I once again stuck my head in the bowl.

I could hear the door open and then water running. A moment later I felt something cool being pressed up against the back of my neck. I felt Harry set down next to me and wrap his arms around me. I relaxed into his touch until my body decided it had one last thing of bile to get out of my system. When I was finally done I flushed the toilet and shakily got up, with Harry's help. I ran a toothbrush over my teeth and walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen for a cup of tea. Putting the cup of water in the microwave, I was to lazy to get the kettle out, I turned to see Harry looking at me with a worried expression.

"You alright Haz?" I laughed at his expression.

"Louis I think the question is, are you alright?" He frowned, "You have dark circles under your eyes, you're obviously extremely tired all the time, and now I catch you throwing up. Be honest, is this the first day you threw up?"

"No it's not," I said, looking down at the floor.

"How long has this been going on?" Harry asked.

I grabbed my cup from the microwave and put my tea packet in it before responding.

"Just 9 days," I mumbled, but sadly Harry heard.

"9 days and you haven't told me!?" Harry half shouted and I flinched slightly.

"I'm sorry Haz," I sighed, "I was just worried you'd leave me."

"Louis why would I leave you because you're sick?" Harry asked.

"Because I don't think I'm sick Harry," I frowned.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.

"Think about it Harry. I've been super tired, I've been throwing up every morning, and, erm, my nipples are really sore. Doesn't that sound like something other than illness?"

For a moment Harry continued to look confused, but then his jaw dropped.

"You mean," he gasped, "you think you're...pregnant!?"

Tears began to gather in my eyes and I nodded.

"Yes Harry," I sighed, "I think I might be. I understand if you don't want to be with me now. I wouldn't either. I'm just a freak who doesn't deserve some-"

I was cut off my Harry's lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss and wrapped my arms around Harry's neck. Harry's arms went to my waist and his tongue licked my lips, begging for me to let him in. Of course I let him and soon we were engaged in a decent make out session. When we pulled away we were both smiling, but then my nerves kicked in again.

"I take it you're not going to leave me?" I smiled.

"Of course not Lou," Harry smiled, "I would never leave you. I love you so much and I'm here for you whether you're pregnant or just sick."

"Thank you," I said, tears spilling down my cheeks, "I love you so much."

"I love you too boobear," Harry said, "how are we going to find out if you're pregnant? Should we call Dr. Jonhanssen's office?"

"I definitely think we might need to, but first I want to buy a pregnancy test and take it so I don't waste Dr. Johanssen's time," I told him.

"But what if someone sees you?" Harry asked.

"Then they see me, so what?" I laughed, "I honestly don't care. I'll make something up."

"Fine," Harry agreed, "but I'm going with you."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Louis, this might be our child. I want to be apart of everything. Including buying the pregnancy test. In fact," he smirked, "I want you to stay here and I'll go buy the tests."

"Harry," I argued, "I can do it. You don't need to."

"Too bad," he said, "because I'm going."

Without giving me a chance to argue he grabbed his keys, put his shoes on, and slipped a jumper on since all he was wearing were pajama pants and I'm not even sure why he was wearing those, and walked out the door.

Harry's POV

Walking into the drugstore I was slightly embarrassed. I was only 19 and here I was buying my boyfriend a pregnancy test. Oh, I'm sure the paps would love that story. Not only am I 19 and possibly expecting a child, but it was my boyfriend not girlfriend who was pregnant. Sighing, I walked to the aisle with the pregnancy tests. Of course it just had to include feminine products and condoms. I may have bought Louis feminine products when he first had his surgery, but that didn't mean I wanted to see them again. Looking at all the pregnancy test, and boy were there a lot of them, I was unsure what to pick. I ended up picking 3 expensive ones, figuring they would probably be more accurate than the cheap ones although I could be wrong. I walked up to the counter and put the tests down. Naturally the checkout girl had to be a young girl, probably 17 or so, and by the way her eyes widened I assumed she was a fan.

"Oh my gosh," she squealed, "you're Harry Styles! Why are you buying pregnancy tests? OMG did you cheat on Louis? Why would you do that!? Larry Stylinson is so perfect."

Yep she was a fan. Great...

"I can assure you I did not cheat on Louis," I smiled, "these are actually for a friend of ours. Her boyfriend is using the car so I told her I would come down and get the tests for her. I would appreciate if this was our little secret, seeing as I didn't cheat on Louis and my friend doesn't want anyone knowing who she is."

"Of course it can be our secret," the girl smiled, scanning my items.

I paid for the tests and signed the girl's, Nelly, notebook. Holding the bag close to my chest I walked back to my car and stuffed them into the seat next to mine. I drove home quickly, maybe a little too quickly, but I was so excited and nervous. I couldn't wait to find out if I was going to be a dad. Wow, a dad. As much as I should probably be against becoming a dad this young I was totally for it. The thought of holding Louis and mine's child in my arms. Just, wow. First, though, we have to see if Louis is even pregnant. I ran up to our flat and walked into the living room quickly. I kicked my shoes off and smiled at Louis, who was curled up on the couch with a cup of tea in his hands.

"It sure is taking you awhile to finish that tea," I laughed.

Louis jumped slightly, but luckily didn't spill any tea.

"Actually this is my third cup," he blushed, "this tea and about a dozen crackers is all I've been able to stomach."

"Poor boobear," I frowned, "I have the tests. Think you have enough in your bladder to find out if we're going to be parents?"

"Are you kidding?" Louis laughed, "I have enough to take a million of those tests. I've been holding it in so I could take them."

"Well, here you go," I smiled, "you have three tests to take."

Louis smiled, set his tea down, and walked up to me. He took the pregnancy tests from me and gave me a quick peck on the lips before walking to his bathroom. I sat down on the couch and played with my phone. I waited for what seemed like hours. After what must have been about 15 minutes Louis entered the room. He was holding all three tests and he had a small smile on his face. He looked happy. It worried me a little since I didn't know if he was happy that we were going to be parents or because we weren't. Finally putting me out of my misery Louis handed me the tests. I looked at the and a huge smile appeared on my face.

Positive.