Harry feels like shit.

He's fat, for one. He barely feels like moving, and he still has months to go. His head is pounding, and she will not stop kicking, and he knows he should get over it and visit Louis like he said he would but he's too fucking tired. He's started online school, so at least he doesn't have to deal with getting an absence.

Sluggishly, he grabs his mobile off of his bedside table, pressing Louis' contact and bringing his phone to his ear. Louis answers after only two rings. "Hi, baby."

"Hiii," Harry can't help but smile to himself a little, his voice muffled a bit by his pillow. "I don't think I can come over, L, I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?"

Harry doesn't want to say he doesn't feel good. He doesn't have a right to say that to his boyfriend going through chemo, really. "Yeah, just a little tired. She's also being a nuisance."

"She must get that from me. Sorry, love. I can come over there, if you want. I'll bring you that ice cream you've been craving."

Harry can feel his face soften. "Are you sure? If you're not up for it, I understand."

"Yeah, 's been a good day. I feel okay. I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Thanks, Lou," Harry smiles to himself. "Love you."

"Love you more. See you in a bit."

They hang up, and Harry snuggles deeper into his covers and watches some TikToks while he waits for Louis (Louis refuses to download it. Harry can't remember what life was like before he downloaded it).

He hears the front door open after awhile, and then slow footsteps up the stairs. He hopes Louis didn't lie to him about feeling okay.

"You look like a burrito," Louis laughs upon seeing Harry burrowed in his blankets. Harry sticks his tongue out at him. Louis walks over and sets Harry's ice cream down on the bedside table, running his fingers through Harry's hair. "You okay?"

"Mhm," Harry holds his hands out. Louis smiles fondly and helps him sit up, leaning down and pecking his lips. He sits on the edge of the bed, setting his hand on Harry's bump and giggling when he feels a kick. Harry huffs. "Don't encourage her."

"Sorry," Louis grins. "You look cute."

"I look fat," Harry pouts, reaching for his ice cream. "Guess how much weight I've gained."

"This seems like a dangerous game that I'm not willing to play."

"Almost seven kilos!" Harry exclaims.

"Seven?!" Louis gasps over-dramatically, clearly teasing him. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry, I can't be with someone who actually gains weight when they're pregnant."

"Louis, stop!" Harry whines, but he's giggling. "You're such a nuisance, oh my God."

"But you love meee," Louis kicks off his shoes and climbs onto Harry's bed, sitting up next to him. "For real, you look beautiful. 'M so lucky to have you, Hazza."

"I'm luckier," Harry grins, looking up into Louis' eyes. Louis leans down and kisses him, and Harry can't help but smile a little.

"Mm, ice cream," Louis mumbles before peppering all around Harry's mouth with kisses. Harry laughs, trying to shove Louis away.

"Louis, stop!" He gasps, turning his face away so Louis' kissing his cheek. "Louis, please, I have to wee, please!"

Louis stops kissing him to laugh. Harry, with a big pout on his face, gets out of his bed and rushes out of his room towards the washroom, leaving Louis cracking up on the bed.

♛

"Okay, what about Jamie?"

Harry wrinkles his nose, subconsciously resting his hand on his tummy. "I don't know," He sighs. "She doesn't feel like a Jamie."

Louis huffs, setting his phone down and looking over at Harry. "Well what does she feel like, bub?"

"I don't know," Harry pouts. She kicks hard right above his belly button, and he winces. "Alright, relax."

"We're trying to name you, be patient, brat," Louis pokes Harry's bump lightly. Harry giggles sleepily, resting his head on his pillow and nuzzling into Louis' side. "Okay. Chloe."

Harry hums. "Maybe. I kind of like it," He says softly.

"We're getting somewhere, at least," Louis teases. Harry pinches his side, and Louis squeaks. "Hey!"

Harry laughs, leaning up and reading the baby name website on Louis' phone. "What about Layla?" He asks softly, looking up at Louis. Louis smiles fondly, pinching Harry's nose.

"I like it," He nods. He twists his mouth before looking down at Harry. "What's her last name gonna be, babe?"

"Tomlinson," Harry answers without hesitation. Louis' face softens.

"Are you sure?" He asks gently. "It doesn't have to be, Haz."

"No, I want it to be," Harry assures, sitting up a little bit (Louis assists without Harry even asking. Louis' so, so sweet). "Only if you're okay with it."

"Of course I'm okay with it," Louis laughs. He kisses the top of Harry's head. "You're one of my favourite people ever, you know that?"

"Even over Ernest?" Harry looks up at him. Louis raises his eyebrows.

"Second favourite, then," He can't even hold back his teasing grin. Harry just blows a raspberry at him.

♛

"Lottie, mate, I love you," Louis says. "But me n' Haz are picking the name ourselves. Since, you know, we made the baby."

"But I have great ideas," Lottie whines, leaning against Louis' bedroom wall. Harry's mum came home, so Harry decided he wanted to leave. "What if you named her Freddie? Wouldn't that be cute?"

Louis makes a face. "Okay, nope, out," He ushers Lottie out of the room despite her protests, closing the door behind her. Harry laughs from where he's laying on Louis' bed, wearing Louis' hoodie. It's pulled up over his bump from when he was complaining to Lottie about his stretch marks. Louis turns to look at him, and he can't hold back a smile.

"What?" Harry asks, furrowing his eyebrows. Louis picks his phone up from the end of the bed and opens his camera.

"Smile," He says. Harry obeys, grinning for the camera. Once Louis' done, Harry's smile doesn't go away.

"What was that for?" He asks. Louis sets his phone down and lays down in between Harry's legs, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and leaning his head against the bottom of his tummy.

"You just looked really cute," Louis mumbles, closing his eyes.

"Simp," Harry comments.

"Oh my God, shut up," Louis huffs, and Harry laughs. Louis has so much energy today, Harry's so grateful. He's still trying not to get too hopeful.

It's one of the last good days Louis has for a while.