Harry's downstairs washroom is certainly not big enough for he, Taylor, and Phoebe to all be squished into right now, but that doesn't stop them.

The plastic bag of pregnancy tests is still in Phoebe's hand. Harry isn't ready to hold them yet, isn't ready to accept that this might be his reality. He doesn't want to be pregnant.

Okay, yes, he does. Anyone with eyes and ears knows that. But Louis had told him he wasn't ready. He was so wonderful to be vulnerable and honest with him about it, about how he wanted to wait.

There are options, he knows that. He knows so many people that decided not to go through with it, decided to get an abortion or put them up for adoption. There's nothing wrong with that. It's just-

He's wanted this for so long. He doesn't know if he can be asked to throw all of it away as soon as he's got his hands on it. But, for Louis, he might.

"Harry," Phoebe says, gentle but still stern. He looks up at her from his spot on the washroom floor, already pouting, because he knows what she's going to say. "You have to get it over with, dude."

"Hey, just give him a minute," Taylor defends. "This is huge."

"It's been twenty-three!" Phoebe points out. She's right, but it doesn't make Harry stop pouting. "Harry, it's gonna be fine. You're married. You're twenty-seven. We're not in college anymore, you're not gonna get in trouble."

"I know," Harry says softly, knees tucked up to his chest. "It's just...Louis and I just talked about this. Like, two days ago. He's not ready, he told me he wasn't ready."

"Hey," Taylor says gently. "Harry, it's not like you did it on purpose. He's not gonna blame you or anything."

"You don't even know if it's true or not," Phoebe points out, thrusting the plastic bag further in his direction. "So, you find out, Louis comes home, and you deal with it together."

Harry nods, swallowing thickly, but he can't bring himself to reach for the plastic bag. "'S he home tonight?" Taylor asks.

"No," Harry mumbles. "Tomorrow afternoon."

"So you have some time to sit with it," Taylor points out. "Figure out what you want to do and how you want to tell him."

"If there's anything to tell," Phoebe reminds. "You could've just had an off morning, blowing chunks doesn't mean anything. Have you had any other symptoms?"

"I don't know," Harry admits quietly. "'Ve been pretty tired, but. That could just be me."

"Are your nipples different?" Phoebe asks. Harry's face turns hot. Taylor rolls her eyes, sighing.

"Phoebe."

"What? That's another sign!" She defends before turning back to Harry. "Do you know how many pregnancy tests I've taken in my life? They're not as scary as you think. You piss, you wait, you deal."

Harry sighs. He takes the bag from Phoebe, standing up off the floor, and Phoebe smirks triumphantly, Taylor giving him a small smile. They're quiet for a minute before Harry says "Alright, as close as we are, I'm thinking you guys leave for this part."

"Oh, yeah, right," Taylor stands up off the toilet, tucking her hair behind her ears. "We'll go...make some tea while we wait."

"Are those muffins on your counter up for grabs?" Phoebe asks. Harry gives her a dull look. "Okay, not the time. Got it."

Taylor and Phoebe leave, shutting the door behind them, and Harry takes a deep breath. He takes the pregnancy tests out, all different brands and types, and smiles a little. Phoebe cares a lot, maybe even more than anyone else, as much as she doesn't verbally show it.

It takes Harry a few minutes to work up the courage to actually crack one open. Once he does, though, he's on a roll, taking all seven and drinking water in between to keep things moving. When they're all taken and capped, he brings them out to the kitchen with him, dumping them all in the middle of the kitchen table.

"Um, ew?" Phoebe says.

"They've got the caps on them, relax," Harry sighs, plopping down into a chair. Taylor sets a cup of tea down in front of him, and he thanks her quietly, but doesn't go to take a sip.

"How much time?" Taylor asks gently.

"Five more minutes," Harry says, glancing at the oven clock. He covers his face with his hands, groaning. "I could throw up. Again."

"Just relax," Taylor says, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Haven't you ever heard that expression?" Phoebe asks, digging in to one of the muffins on the counter. "Worrying about something before it happens is worrying about it twice?"

"I feel like I'm worrying ten times that," Harry mumbles into his hands, stomach churning. He knows what he wants the result to be, and it scares him.

The door swings open, and Harry freezes. There's no way. He looks to Taylor with wide eyes, and she acts quickly, grabbing all the tests from the table and shoving them in her purse. "Haz?" Louis calls out from the living room, the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoing into the kitchen.

"In here!" Harry calls back. Louis appears in the doorway soon enough, grinning wide. There's ash on his cheek, Harry can see it when he turns to look at Phoebe absolutely demolishing one of his mother's blueberry muffins. 

"Oh, hey, guys," Louis says, dropping his bag next to the wall. He walks over to Harry, leaning down and pecking his lips. "What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing," Taylor stands up, grabbing her purse. "Pheebs and I were just leaving, actually."

"What're you doing home so early?" Harry asks, Louis plopping down in the seat across from him, smiling as he holds his hand across the table.

"Chief had too many people on, said I could come home," He lifts Harry's hand and kisses it, but Harry is too busy looking over his shoulder, watching Phoebe take a couple of the tests out of Taylor's purse. Phoebe and Taylor's eyes both widen at the same time, Taylor putting her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. She looks at Harry, who subtly raises his eyebrows, and nods. 

Warmth washes over his whole body, and he can't help the huge grin that slowly covers his face. Louis furrows his eyebrows as Harry feels himself tear up, looking back over his shoulder. Phoebe quickly drops the tests back in Taylor's purse, both of them looking away innocently. Louis looks back at Harry, furrowing his eyebrows and laughing a little. "What? What's the matter?"

"Nothin'," Harry sniffles, leaning over the table. He grabs Louis' face, kissing him on the lips before he moves to his forehead, muttering into his skin "'M just so happy you're home."

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