When Harry arrives to pick Louis up for school, Jay answers the door. She smiles weakly. "Hello, love. 'M not sure Lou will be going today."

"Is he okay?" Harry asks worriedly. Jay steps aside and let's Harry into the house.

"He was up all night, couldn't stop getting sick," She sighs, twisting her mouth. "It's a side effect of the chemo. I think he might be awake, you can go check."

"Okay," Harry smiles weakly. "Thank you."

Harry goes upstairs, hearing Doris talking to Dan down the hall and smiling to himself. He opens the door to Louis' room. It's dark, the blinds drawn. Louis' laying on his stomach, arms folded over his head. Harry slowly closes the door behind him, and Louis turns his head.

"Hazza?" He calls out groggily. Harry can't help but smile, making his way to Louis' bed and sitting down. He sits against the headboard next to where Louis is laying, running his fingers through the sleepy boy's hair.

"Hey, babe," Harry greets softly, watching as Louis smiles wearily. "Heard you're staying home today."

"'M so tired, Haz," Louis mumbles into his pillow, blindly putting his hand on Harry's thigh.

"I know, love," Harry whispers, frowning. Louis opens his eyes and grins at Harry sleepily, and Harry can't help but return it.

"You're gettin' a bump," Louis mentions, moving his hand off of Harry's thigh and sticking it up Harry's shirt, placing his hand on his stomach. Harry pouts.

"I know," He sighs. "I hate it."

"You look cute," Louis says, scooting closer to Harry and nuzzling his nose into the sitting boy's hip. "You always do, but this is different."

"You're sappy in the morning," Harry points out.

"I'm sappy all the time," Louis points out, and before Harry can say something, he realises Louis' hair is still in his hand, except he isn't touching Louis anymore. "Harry? You okay?"

"Don't freak out," Harry whispers. Louis raises his head and looks at Harry's handful of his (still blue) hair, sighing softly.

"Huh," He whispers back. Harry bites his lip as Louis puts his head back down. He puts the hair on Louis' nightstand, making a mental note to toss it later, and rubs Louis' back.

"Would you like me to stay home with you, love?" Harry asks.

"Yes, please," Louis says softly. Usually he'll say "no, love, I'll be okay", so Harry knows he's definitely not feeling too good.

"Okay," Harry kicks his shoes off onto the floor and slips under Louis' covers with him, wrapping his arm around Louis' waist. "I'm sorry you don't feel good, L."

"It's okay," Louis nuzzles into the crook of Harry's neck. "Do you feel okay?"

Harry smiles to himself, squeezing Louis' waist a little. "Yes, baby, I feel fine. Don't worry about me."

"'S the baby kicking?" Louis asks, eyes still closed. He puts his hand on Harry's stomach without even waiting for a response, giggling when he feels a tiny nudge against his hand.

"They are now," Harry laughs. "I think they like your voice."

Louis doesn't respond. Quickly, he sits up and gets off the bed, practically sprinting out of his room and to the washroom. Harry frowns, getting up and following him, finding him leaning over the toilet.

Harry closes the door, nervous about the younger kids hearing, and sits down next to Louis, rubbing his back. When Louis' done getting sick, he leans back into Harry, closing his eyes. Harry thought the effects of the chemo would come slowly, but they seem to be hitting him all at once.

"Your nose is bleeding, babe," Harry says, a bit panicked. He grabs a piece of toilet paper and holds it to Louis' nose. Louis makes no effort, letting Harry do it. He probably feels really weak. Harry's heart is caught in his throat watching Louis like this.

"Get my Mum," Louis says, voice raspy. Harry's bottom lip is trembling.

"Jay!" Harry hollers. He hates to yell like that, but he doesn't want to go get her and leave Louis alone. "Jayyy!"

It doesn't take long for her to burst into the washroom, not even flinching at the sight of Louis half-laying on the floor, nose gushing blood. "Okay, baby," Jay sighs softly, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and holding it to Louis' nose. Harry helps him sit up a little more. "Lean your head back."

Louis does as told, grabbing Harry's hand. Harry kisses the top of his head. "You're okay, Lou," Harry assures gently. Louis grins a little at the gesture.

"Did you get sick, boo?" Jay asks softly.

"A little bit," Louis replies. He coughs, then spits into the trash can. It's blood. Harry's shaking, he holds Louis tightly. "I-I'm okay, Hazza."

"Your nosebleed is slowing down," Jay points out. "Do you feel like you're gonna get sick again?"

"No," Louis says. "I'm okay now."

"Are you sure?" Jay asks. "Because if I help you to bed and find out you're lying to me, I'll be cross."

Louis giggles weakly. "I'm okay, Mum, I promise."

"Your nose has stopped too," Jay says. "Okay, let's get you up and back to bed."

So Jay helps Louis stand up, Harry standing up as well and helping Louis balance. His legs look like they're shaking. "You okay to walk, bub?" Jay asks. Louis nods. Jay still helps him, and Harry keeps his hand on Louis' back as they walk to his room.

"Call for me again if he needs me, Harry," Jay says once Louis is laying in his bed. Harry nods, smiling at her weakly. He turns to Louis, sitting on the edge of his bed and stroking his cheek with his thumb.

"'M sorry," Louis mumbles.

"Sorry for what, love?" Harry asks, frowning as Louis sighs, running his hand over his face.

"I told you I'd take care of you," He says, sheepish. "Even when I'm not feeling good, and I'm already failing."

"Lou," Harry says gently, running his fingers through Louis' hair. "Stop it. Just focus on resting right now, okay?"

Louis pouts, but he closes his eyes. "'M gonna shave my head," He whispers softly, changing the subject. Harry goes along with it.

"I figured you would," Harry whispers back. "I'm sorry this is happening, Lou."

"I'm okay," Louis says sleepily. "Will you come cuddle with me?"

"Of course, baby," Harry smiles wearily, clinging onto the bed and laying behind Louis, wrapping his arm around him. Louis entwines their fingers.

"I love you, Harry," Louis whispers.

"I love you too, Lou," Harry kisses the back of Louis' neck.

♛

Louis throws up three more times before Jay comes in to bring them some lunch and Louis' medications. Harry has to excuse himself when she does come in, not wanting to leave Louis alone, but he's really just needed to cry all day.

He stands in the washroom, looking at himself and trying his best not to be loud while he cries. His hand goes to his bump, pretty much hidden by his baggy pullover, and he bites his trembling bottom lip. God, what are they doing? He's pregnant, Louis has cancer, they're teenagers, and they've been so stupid to think this would turn out okay.

He can hear Jay leaving Louis' room, and he sighs, wiping the tears from his face and taking a deep breath. He opens the door to the washroom to see Jay standing there, her face softening when she sees Harry's watery eyes.

"Oh, love," She says softly.

"'M sorry," Harry sniffles. Jay frowns before wrapping Harry up in a hug, rubbing his back.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for, darling," Jay assures quickly. "It's okay. I'm sorry this is happening, I know this is a lot, especially for you."

"I'm okay," Harry leans back from her, wiping his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm fine."

Jay frowns sympathetically. "'Make sure you're taking care of yourself too," She reminds softly. "You need it, love."

"I know," Harry smiles weakly. "I am, I promise."

Jay grabs Harry's cheeks and kisses his forehead, and Harry giggles. "I've got to get some laundry going, let me know if Lou needs anything," She says, picking up the empty laundry basket sitting in the hallway.

"Thank you, Jay," Harry says sheepishly, and she just smiles warmly at him. He walks back to Louis' bedroom to see him sleeping, and he grins fondly. It's nice to see Louis peaceful like this, calm in the middle of the storm. Especially since Harry knows the calm will decrease as time goes on.

so do we want a boy or girl?? :)