Louis is in so much pain.

He's panting, actually, with his stomach feeling tight and his forehead sweating. He looks over to Harry, whose still sleeping, and he twists his mouth. He feels awful, but he has to tell Harry something's wrong. He can't drive himself to the hospital–he's in too much pain. He reaches over and shakes Harry very lightly, feeling a pain of guilt in his chest when Harry lets out a whine.

"Lou, wassit?" Harry asks softly, not even opening his eyes to look at him. Louis huffs, gripping onto the sheets. When he receives no response, Harry opens his eyes to see Louis wincing in pain. "Is something the matter, love?"

Louis swallows thickly. "I-I don't know, it just–" He exhales shakily, watching as Harry's eyebrows furrow in worry. "It hurts. It doesn't feel...normal. I think something's wrong." Louis doesn't know he to explain that these are not normal pregnancy pains. This is something more.

Harry sits up and bites his lip. "Okay, um, we should go to the hospital," Harry takes a deep, shaky breath, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Let me find you some joggers and then we can go, okay?" Louis nods and sighs, feeling the baby kick a few times. He throws the covers off of himself as Harry gets up and rushes to the dresser to grab Louis a pair of joggers.

Harry helps Louis change before leading him out of the room. Harry's hands are shaky as he leads Louis downstairs, grabbing his keys on the way out.

♛

"My husband is seven months pregnant," Harry pants as soon as they get to the emergency room. His grip on Louis' upper arm is tight, and Louis' face is scrunched up in pain. "A-And he says it hurts, um."

"Okay, sweetie," The receptionist says toward Louis softly, smiling politely. "Where does it hurt?" Louis is silent, wincing. "Can you point to it, love?" Louis points toward the middle of his stomach, trying not to cry. He still has a bit of dignity left. He tries his best to stay poise as the receptionist pages three nurses to come and help him.

Louis insists he can walk by himself, takes one step, and hisses; almost kneeling over in pain. Harry watches with tears in his eyes as they help Louis onto a stretcher, giving Harry a nod when he asks if he can come. They lay him down in a bed, and he seems to feel a bit better. Harry sits next to him on a chair one of the nurses brought in, holding Louis' hand.

As the nurses leave, Louis and Harry wait for the doctor. Louis notices Harry's teary eyes and frowns. "Hey, H, it's okay," He takes Harry's hand and lifts his shirt up just enough so he can place Harry's hand on his stomach. "She's still wiggling around in there. Wait a few seconds." They're both silent until the baby starts moving again, her little fists and feet hitting the inside of Louis' stomach. "There! You feel that?" Harry sniffles and nods, smiling at the little nudges against his palm. Louis smiles back and leans over to kiss Harry's cheek. "We're both okay, love, okay? We'll fix whatever's wrong."

Harry sniffles and nods again. "Yeah, yeah you're okay," He bites his lip. "I love you, you know that?" Louis smiles widely and nods.

"I know, baby, I love you too," Louis replies, licking his lips. The doctor walks in, smiling to the two boys.

"'S your lucky day, lads," She says. "Seems like it was just Braxton Hicks."

"What?" Louis asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"They're like contractions," The doctor explains. "Except less painful. They're sort of preparing your body for labour."

"So nothing's wrong?" Louis asks. The doctor smiles and shakes her head.

"Nothing's wrong," The doctor assures. Harry sighs in relief, giving Louis' hand a squeeze.

♛

"Why do I do this to myself?" Louis asks, practically falling back into the bed and sighing. Harry just hums softly, collapsing into the bed as well.

"You didn't know it was Braxton Hicks, babe," Harry replied sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "'S not your fault. I'm glad that you told me when something was hurting. If it starts to hurt again you can wake me up."

"I wouldn't do that," Louis sighs, pulling the covers over himself and resting a hand on his stomach under the covers. The baby's movements have slowed from hard kicks to soft little flutters that make Louis smile.

I HAVE SUCH WRITERS BLOCK FOR THIS BOOK KMS