-Harry's Point of View-

The next morning, wasn't fun. I woke up at 6, and threw up. On top of that, that baby was causing me more pain I was capable of containing. I was fearing going back to the hospital. Afraid of all those tests and needles. M.R.I's and ultrasounds. Last night what was the only thing that kept me calm?

Louis.

Never let Louis tattoos and gauges. His tongue rings and eyeliner. Never EVER let them fool you.

»Flashback»

I mumbled and groaned. Shifting about hotly in the sheets. Thrashing about as my pain spread lower in my abdomen. It was agonizing.

"Baby stop moving. Go to sleep." Louis murmured. I let out a sob and he shot up, like he wasn't asleep 10 seconds before he spoke. "Does it hurt?" I sobbed and managed to spit out a small 'yes' from my lips. The lips that were probably bleeding from me biting them, trying so hard not to cry and wake the sleeping boy up.

"Baby, where?" He asked soothingly. I moved the duvet down and placed a finger to the area. He sat up, pulled the covers off himself and leaned over my stomach. I gasped at the sudden warmth of Louis lips on my abs. The abs I would very soon lose. He peppered kisses all over them. Running his thumb over the kissed skin afterwards as if it would seep into my skin.

And it felt like it did.

Louis knew I was naked under those sheets, but he didn't move. My pain was his only intent. No sexual craving at all. Despite how low on my body he was.

"Better?" He asked still littering his lips on me, but pecking my forehead first. I nodded, but he continued.

I felt as if I was in ecstasy. That feeling you get when you eat a warm fresh baked cookie. He returned to my side. His hands rubbing soothing circles into by my navel, and his other hand lightly massaging the muscles by my shoulders.

I let out a satisfied sigh.

"Sleep. Go to sleep Hazzabear." He whispered. I nodded. I had no intensional that I wouldn't go to sleep. He was making me putty in his hands. So I did.

Fell asleep right in his arms

«Flashback Over«

That's all I wanted. That's all I ever want anymore. Is Louis doing that whenever it hurts. It just stops. Completely draws itself out of me from Louis simple touch. His dainty fingers.

But Louis had sleep to catch up on as well. Some would say, 'He's the father! Let him help!'

No. Louis is a daddy. He will be daddy. End of story. And if Daddy Loubear wants to go to sleep, I have no intentions in waking him up.

I sat on the couch thinking. Bowl of cereal in my hand, thinking about what Liam said. About having to drop out of UNI. I was a senior. I can't quit now. But I can't walk around like a watermelon when the time comes. If it comes. I also wondered why I wasn't gaining weight. Maybe I'd have Louis ask the doctor why. Because if I didn't gain weight, I could be a normal UNI student. I could finish preforming arts, get my degree in music and this ship could sail. But, Liam's words stuck. They just-

"Attention London Area! You all remember the 1999 study? The study that scientist preformed on boys for make pregnancies? Well we have found one of the capable men! And he's in this area! Next on London News!"

I dropped my bowl on the hardwood floor. Milk splashed every where on the ground, little pieces of cereal sputtered around. The glass bowl shattered as I sat there frozen. My jaw dropped open so wide it could be a birdcage. Tears came to my eyes.

"LOUIS!" I screamed. I heard a thump, a groan, then Louis came out of bed wearing nothing but red briefs.

"Hazza- what... Why are you crying? What happened? Why is there cereal and glass everywhere?" Louis walked up behind me, putting his arms around my shoulders as I was still numb on the couch.

"The- The N-News" I croaked out. I pointed a shaky finger at the screen.

"Harry your arm! Your bleeding did you touch the glass?" Louis pulled me off the couch, escorting me over the mess, and into the bathroom. My forearm was cut, not deep. But bleeding however, yes. He put it under the tap and let it run.

"L-Liam." I mustered out again.

"What about him?" Louis asked wiping off my wet arm with a washcloth.

"N-News." I said again.

"Baby SPEAK! Tell me!" He begged taking my face in his hands. I shook my head and pulled him by his wrists, out of the bathroom. Then sat him down in front of the telly "Harry what are you-"

"As you know the 1999 study chose 100 boys across the world to test against feminine research. However that backfired when half of the patients rejected the hormone therapy and nothing happened. As for 15 percent of the boys who didn't reject the hormone, we later learned 7 of them were homosexual and could conceive. So in those words , a nurse at East London Hospital (?) came forward and told us about a young 19 year old boy that didn't reject the treatment. He goes by the young man of the patient in room 762A. A now, well known name in that hospital. Also a homosexual, he has gotten pregnant and is now 2 months into his first trimester. No further information was given. Due to privacy, but we are expecting him to come forward and claim his title soon. So far we took a few comments into the news room. One from Sally saying" This is just wrong. The kid should abort the child for his own sake." Dylan says "The only flaw I see, is the testing. Ruining a child's life. I'm not against Gays, but then again, gay families are a bit off. The scientist for the study has since passed away, and no studies like this are to be done in the future. But there is one agreement, This is just wrong-" Louis shut off the telly.

"Harry." He mumbled.

"How did they- How did they know I don't under-stand!" My voice cracked and I flung myself into Louis arms.

"Shh you're gonna be okay. We'll be okay."

"They know who I am." I whispered.

"They don't know your name. Your story, or your personality." I nodded at his words.

"Don't make me talk."

"I won't. I wouldn't dare." He promised. I nodded again.

"I'm scared. Louis I'm really scared now I don't know what to do I don't want it anymore Its to risky I-" I rambled on and On before his lips silenced me.

"I know you're scared. I am too. But I will protect you. I promise. It is my vow to protect you. Listen to me. Look at me" I lifted my eyes up towards him. "They don't know. They don't know about the things we do. They don't know how hard you've had it. They don't know a thing. But I know, I know that I love you and I will protect you-" he started choking up. "And that little one in there." We both tearily smiled at each other.

"I won't let anyone hurt you both. Because if I lose you, I lose myself." I nodded. "Okay?"

"okay" I sniffled.

"Okay... You love me right?" I chuckled.

"Yes. I do very much."

"Good. Because I love you too." I smiled as he stood on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around my neck.

And we kissed. And it was a damn good one. Nothing mattered. The fact we were scared, nothing. We just needed each other. That's it...

And for the next month. That's all that we needed.

Each other. 

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These are short. And I hate short chapters. Like I said, they annoy me. So... off to the next chapter I go!