thank you @mighty-warrior for requesting!

title from shawn mendes' 'kids in love'

Louis needs some fucking coffee.

He's late, he has two different shoes on, and he's pretty sure this will only make his professor hate him more, but he won't make it through the rest of the day if he doesn't have some coffee.

Thank God there's a café on campus, because if he had to walk any longer to get to a Starbucks, he'd be completely fucked. He's practically sprinting toward the little coffee shoppe, white low-top Converse sneaker on his left foot and red high-top Converse sneaker on his right foot.

Louis bursts into the small building to find only one barista standing at the counter, seemingly checking the time on his mobile. There isn't anyone in the place except a girl on her laptop in the corner, headphones placed over her ears.

"Hi, I need a large vanilla latte really fast, please," Louis pants as he leans over the counter. The barista smirks with his eyebrows raised, glancing down at Louis' feet.

"Nice shoes, mate," The barista says cheekily. Louis squints at the barista. Who the fuck does this kid think he is?

"Listen here-" Louis glances at the boy's name tag. "-Harry. I'm late for class, I got three hours of sleep, and I need some goddamn coffee. Can I please just have my latte before I miss my class?"

Harry raises his eyebrow. "Normally I wouldn't respond to such rudeness," Louis rolls his eyes. "But it's not everyday such a cute college boy sprints in here and demands a coffee. You want whipped cream?"

"Please," Louis nods, sighing in relief. Harry picks up a cup and a sharpie before raising his eyebrows at Louis again.

"Can I have a name?" Harry asks.

"Louis," Louis says quickly. "L-O-U-I-S."

"Got it," Harry nods.

Louis finally gets his goddamn coffee, thank God. He thanks Harry approximately five times before running out of the coffee shoppe and toward his lecture hall.

He doesn't get called out in the middle of his lecture. His professor just raises his eyebrows at him and sighs before continuing his speech about the book Louis stayed up all night reading.

As Louis sits down in a seat far away from the professor, he glances at his coffee cup, catching something hand written underneath his name.

Call me x -Harry

It was followed by a phone number. Louis can't help but smile, stomach fluttering. He checks to see if the professor is looking at him before pulling out his mobile and saving Harry's number.

♛

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is Louis, from this morning?" Louis winces at how awkward he sounds.

"Ah, the rude one? Hello, Louis."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Louis bites his bottom lip. "I-I'm not normally like that, I promise. I was just not having a great morning."

"I figured. I'd like to get to know the Louis who isn't demanding a latte so abruptly."

"So what are you suggesting?" Louis' words come out a little cheekier than he expected.

"I'm suggesting you let me take you out on Friday night."

Louis' eyes widen. He clears his throat. "Um, yeah, sure."

"Brilliant, I'll pick you up at your dorm at seven. Just text me the number later, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay."

♛

"Hello!" Harry greets quite cheerily as Louis opens the door to his dorm. Louis smiles up at him, hands folded in front of him shyly. "You look lovely, Louis, it's kind of weird to see you with matching shoes."

"Oi!" Louis gasps, offended. He's laughing, though, and so is Harry.

"You really do look lovely, darling," Harry assures, smiling down at Louis in his sweater and jeans. "Are you ready?"

"I think so," Louis nods, stuffing his phone into his back pocket. Harry holds his hand out toward Louis, and Louis' stomach is doing flips. He takes Harry's hand and steps out of his room, closing the door behind him before Harry leads him down the corridor.

Harry opens the car door for Louis, who blushes and thanks him quietly before climbing into the passenger seat.

The ride to the mystery location is filled with Harry asking questions about Louis' life, his interests, etc.

"What do you mean, you don't like Legally Blonde?" Harry is appalled. Louis can't stop blushing and giggling.

"I don't like movies like that," Louis shrugs. "I guess I like more serious movies."

"Well guess what we're fucking seeing at the drive-in?"

Louis bursts out laughing, slapping his hand on his knee. "I'm sure I'll love it this time," He says through his giggles. He watches as a smile slowly creeps into Harry's lips.

"You better," Harry replies.

They arrive at the drive in, Harry pulling in near the back before helping Louis out. Harry didn't seem like the type to drive a pickup truck, but now Louis understands why he decided to drive one.

"I borrowed this from my friend," Harry explains as he helps Louis climb into the back of the truck. There are blankets and pillows stacked in the corner. "Figured it'd be comfier than the front seat of my car."

"This is nice," Louis says softly, watching as Harry unfolds a fleece blanket from the pile and spreads it across the back of the truck. He then grabs two pillows and tosses them towards the back windows.

"I had hoped you'd think so," Harry says with a proud smile, nodding for Louis to sit down. Louis does, and Harry tosses a blanket toward him. Louis now really notices Harry's outfit–a pair of joggers and a sweater, beanie hiding his hair.

Harry sits down next to him, leaning against one of the pillows, their knees pressed together. "You cold, love?" Harry asks. Louis can feel his cheeks turn hot, and he nods. Harry takes the blanket he tossed toward Louis and spreads it over both of them.

The movie starts soon enough, and Louis finds himself leaning into Harry. He smells like Tommy Hilfiger and peppermint, and he's never been on a date like this before. All of the guys he's gone out with tried to impress him way too obviously. Harry's just being himself.

He can feel Harry's arm wrap around his shoulders, and his entire body is suddenly warm as Elle Woods teaches the Bend and Snap.

"You're really cute," Harry whispers. Louis giggles quietly into Harry's chest.

Legally Blonde is suddenly Louis' favourite movie.

♛

On the second date Harry takes Louis on, they go mini-golfing and get ice cream. Louis wins. Harry pouts about it the whole time he licks at his black raspberry ice cream cone. Louis gets a sundae for his win (he shares some with Harry, and Harry suddenly feels better).

On the third date Harry takes Louis on, he takes him to a carnival that's in town.

Harry refuses to let Louis pay for himself, instead paying for both of them, and that's when he reveals that he isn't a massive amusement park guy, he was just endeared by Louis' fascination with them that he mentioned on the last date.

So, naturally, Louis drags him to the only roller coaster there.

Harry screams the entire time, gripping Louis' hand so hard it turns purple. He apologises for it a million times after, kissing each of Louis' knuckles tenderly and winning him a stuffed teddy bear. They share their first kiss on the ferris wheel that night.

Harry drives him back to the campus. Louis mentions how his roommate is out of town visiting family for a few days.

Needless to say, Harry doesn't go back to his dorm that night.

♛

When Louis wakes up he's wrapped up in Harry's strong arms. Louis smiles, nose pressed against Harry's pecs as he reaches up and traces the small uppercase "A" tattoo on his left shoulder.

"'S for my mum," Harry's sleep ridden voice explains, raspy and low as he smiles lazily. "A for Anne."

"And 'G' for Gemma?" Louis guesses. Harry nods. "When do I get my tattoo?"

"Whenever you want, baby," Harry replies, and Louis can feel his cheeks and the tips of his ears heat up.

Harry leaving that morning for work was the hardest goodbye Louis' ever experienced, he reckons as he waves goodbye to Harry at the door, dressed in only Harry's blue flannel he had been wearing the night before. Harry left in his white t-shirt and jeans. Louis hasn't fallen for anyone so fast.

It's two months into Harry and Louis dating that Louis has to cancel a date because he gets sick as he's getting ready. His roommate Niall runs to the drugstore to get him something to soothe his stomach as Louis calls Harry and tells him about his sudden sickness.

"Oh, Lou, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come over? We can cuddle, and watch movies, I bet it'll make you feel better."

"I don't want to get you sick," Louis says, even though Harry's plan sounds really nice.

"Nonsense. If I get sick then we can be sick together."

"You're a dork," Louis giggles. Harry ends up showing up at his dorm only fifteen minutes later.

"I have ginger ale," Harry says as Louis opens the door, wrapped in a blanket. Louis smiles as Harry wraps him up in his arms. "I also got accepted to go on that missions trip with my sister. Tell me your proud of me."

"I'm proud of you," Louis giggles. "How long is the trip again?"

"Three months," Harry frowns. Louis huffs. "I know, love, but I'll Skype you any chance I get. You better not meet any baristas who are cuter than me while I'm gone."

Louis giggles. "I won't," He assures. Harry smiles and kisses the top of Louis' head before carrying him to his bed.

"How're you feeling, lovely?" Harry murmurs in Louis' ear, kissing right next to it.

"I'm nauseous," Louis admits, burying his face into Harry's neck. "And I have heartburn, and I have to wee every fifteen minutes."

Harry is quiet before Louis can feel his entire body tense. "Lou," Harry says, voice hoarse as he speaks frantically. "Lou, these sound like pregnancy symptoms."

"What?" Louis barks out a laugh, shaking his head. "No, we used protection."

"No, we didn't," Harry argues. "Because we pinky promised we were both clean and you never told me you could get pregnant."

"I didn't know!" Louis whimpers before pulling out his phone and texting Niall to grab him a few pregnancy tests while he's out. Niall, of course, freaks out, but agrees to pick some up. "I'm so sorry, Harry, I didn't know, no one's ever told me, I'm sorry."

"No, Lou," Harry sighs, pulling Louis into him. "It's not your fault, you didn't know. We don't even know if you are, love, and if you are we're going to deal with it together. I'm not leaving, okay?"

"Okay," Louis whimpers. "Please just-hold me."

"That's what I'm here for," Harry mumbles.

Niall comes back with the pregnancy tests, briefly greeting Harry before wrapping Louis up in a tight hug and telling the two he'll give them some privacy.

Louis takes the three tests. They're all positive.

"It's okay, it's okay," Harry assures Louis quietly, rubbing his back as Louis weeps into his chest. "Breathe, lovely, breathe. It's okay. You'll be okay. We'll be okay."

"But your missions trip," Louis weeps. "And o-our classes, and my mum will kill me."

"Hey, Lou, you're shaking," Harry runs his fingers through Louis' hair. "Calm down, love, it's okay. I...I won't go on my missions trip. And you can take online classes when you're too far along. And your mum will not kill you, I've met Jay, she's a very sweet woman who might be a bit upset, but wouldn't kill you."

"You have to go," Louis whimpers. "You've worked so hard and you've been talking about it for so long. Don't let me ruin this for you, please go."

"Lou, I can't be gone for three months, what if something happens?" Harry sighs. "I can't be gone for three months, baby. It wouldn't feel right."

"I'll be fine, Harry, please," Louis begs. "If anything happens I'll call you and you can fly back home. But this is important to you, and you'll regret it if you don't go, and nothing eventful will happen anyways."

Harry frowns. "You better call me," He grumbles, kissing the top of Louis' head. "I-I don't want to miss anything. Are you sure?"

"I can handle it," Louis assures. "And I'll miss you like crazy, but I promise everything will be okay."

♛

When Harry comes back, Louis is five months pregnant.

He found out they were expecting a girl, but she hadn't kicked yet, and Louis was glad. He wanted to save that moment for when Harry was there.

Anne offers to drive Louis to the airport to pick Harry and his sister up, and Louis accepts. He stands there, belly round under his plain white t-shirt as he waits with his hands folded behind his back.

As soon as Harry spots him he practically sprints toward him, attacking him in a hug. "Please never make me leave you for that long," Harry mumbles into Louis' shoulder, arms tights around his shoulders. Louis wonders if he can feel his bump pressed into Harry's stomach as he feels his eyes tear up.

"I won't," Louis sniffles. "I never want you to leave me again."

"I won't," Harry assures, leaning back and wiping Louis' eyes with a small smile. "I thought about you the entire time. I told all the kids about my cute boyfriend back in London. God, Louis, they were all...incredible. All the kids had such great attitudes, and they were all so sweet. I'm taking our kid to a missions trip to Africa when they're a bit older."

"Great idea, love," Louis giggles. Harry's eyes shift from Louis' face to his stomach, and his smile widens.

"You looks gorgeous, Lou," Harry says softly, hands traveling to Louis' waist. "I seriously didn't think you could be any more attractive. I was wrong."

"H," Louis giggles shaking his head and standing on his tiptoes to peck Harry's lips. "You should get your bags so we can get home, love."

"What do you mean, 'home'?" Harry furrows his eyebrows. Louis smiles.

"One of the couple's dorms at the university opened up," Is all Louis says. Harry's entire face lights up. He attacks Louis in a hug again, peppering his cheek in kisses.

"Holy shit, you're the best, Lou," Harry exhales, holding him tighter. "I've never...never fallen for someone so fast. Never moved in with someone so fast either."

Louis shrugs with a small smile. "When have we ever been conventional?" He giggles as Harry hums and buries his face into his neck.

♛

"This is so nice," Harry smiles like a dork as he steps into the flat Louis unlocks the door to. Louis giggles, smiling as Harry leans back into him. "I want to live with you for the rest of my life. Please let me."

"Of course," Louis hums, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist from behind, his bump pressing into Harry's back. He isn't tall enough to rest his chin on Harry's shoulder, so instead he rests his cheek against Harry's back. "Your mum helped me move your stuff over. Liam is not complaining about living alone."

"Of course not," Harry laughs. "He's happy he can bring in his booty calls without having to ask me to leave."

"You're just jealous you didn't have any booty calls," Louis scoffs.

"I have one," Harry coos smugly, reaching back and patting Louis' cheek. Louis rolls his eyes, but he can't help but smile. His boyfriend's a dork.

They spend the rest of the afternoon eating Chinese takeaway and discussing Harry's missions trip. "I haven't heard anything about the pregnancy," Harry pouts. "How're you doing? How's the baby?"

"She's fine," Louis assures. Harry's entire face lights up.

"She? She's a girl?" Harry asks with an excited grin. Louis smiles and nods, and Harry leans across the kitchen island to press a kiss to Louis' nose. "Holy shit, we have a daughter!"

"We do," Louis nods. "She's very healthy, and is very active, but she hasn't kicked yet."

"I can't wait to feel her kick," Harry sighs dreamily. "I can't believe I have a family to come home to everyday. That's so cool. Thanks for giving me a family, Lou."

Louis' face softens. "No problem, H," He says softly. Harry stands up and walks around the island, wrapping his arm around Louis' waist and kissing him. Louis hums in content, bringing his hands up to Harry's cheeks as he stands on his tiptoes.

When they separate, Harry's eyes drop to Louis' belly. "Can I...?" His hands hover over it, and Louis smiles adoringly.

"She's your baby too, dork," He giggles, taking Harry's hands and setting them over the material of his thin white t-shirt. Harry's lips break out into a goofy smile as he stares down at where Louis' hands are resting on top of his.

"You okay, H?" Louis asks softly as Harry just stares at his belly, eyes wide as he bites his bottom lip.

"I can't believe I've been missing out on this," Harry shakes his head. "This is so cool. Thank you, Lou."

"Thank you, Haz," Louis argues lightly.

The baby kicks later that night, when Harry is watching the telly and Louis is changing into his pyjamas. He practically shrieks Harry's name, and Harry stumbles over his feet at least three times on his way to Louis.

Louis' standing there in front of the wardrobe, shirt pulled halfway down his torso as he waves Harry over. "Quick, H, give me your hand," Louis blurts out, grabbing onto Harry's hand before he can even react and putting it on his belly. Harry furrows his eyebrows before he feels it. A tiny little thump against his palm that sends his heart racing.

"Did she kick?" He asks, mouth falling open as Louis sniffles.

"Yeah, you feel that?" Louis asks with a smile. Harry nods, eyes wide as he falls to his knees in front of Louis.

"'M gonna be a dad, Lou," Harry says, face level with Louis' stomach. Louis smiles adoringly.

"We both are, Hazza," He reminds, leaning down and kissing the top of Harry's head. Harry lets out a laugh before pressing a kiss right below Louis' navel.

"Hi, little love," Harry whispers in wonder. Louis is in love, he can feel it.

♛

When Louis is seven months pregnant Harry tells him that he loves him.

They're laying in bed, Harry laying across Louis' legs with his lips brushing against the tight skin of Louis' belly. Louis is reading an article for his woman's history class, trying not to listen to Harry's conversation with their baby girl. Louis feels as though it's unfair that he gets to talk to the baby in privacy all day while Harry never gets to be alone with her yet. So he tries to distract himself while Harry murmurs his love for her against his taut skin, reading things for his classes and scrolling through Twitter with his phone rested on top of his belly.

"Hey, Lou?" Harry props himself up on his elbows so he can see Louis over his belly. Louis lowers the papers in his hand.

"Yes, Haz?" Louis replies sweetly, admiring Harry through his reading glasses. Harry's curls are unruly, his shirtless torso warm against Louis' bare legs as he offers Louis a bright smile.

"I love you," He says boldly. Louis bites his lip to prevent from smiling an embarrassing amount.

"I love you too," Louis replies fondly. And that's that. Harry goes back to talking. Louis goes back to reading.

♛

Daphne Tomlinson-Styles is born exactly two months after their first I love you's.

Harry comes downstairs in the morning to find Louis on his knees in front of an armchair, leaning into it and panting. "Louis, love, are you alright?"

"I'm okay," Louis practically wheezes. Harry walks over and sits down next to Louis, rubbing his back as Louis whimpers and buries his face in his hands. "It-It's just a cramp. You should be getting ready for class, babe."

"I don't think I'm going to go in today," Harry admits, twisting his mouth as Louis wrinkles his nose in pain.

"Help me up," Louis grunts. Harry obliges, helping Louis stand up and walk toward the kitchen. "I am fine. Go to class. Educate yourself. I'll stay home and be fat."

Harry snorts, burying his face in Louis' hair. "I'm so in love with you," He sighs happily. "And I'm not going to class. You're a day overdue, she could come any time now."

"She seems pretty content," Louis huffs, leaning his head back and sighing. "She-woah." Louis leans over the counter suddenly, whimpering as Harry's face softens.

"Oh, Lou, baby," Harry breathes out. "I think these are contractions. Maybe we should get you to the hospital."

"No, H, please," Louis sniffles, and neither of them know when he started crying. "I can't, I can't do this. Can't you do it for me?" He's only half kidding.

Harry smiles wearily. "I would if I could, pet," He rubs Louis' back as Louis grips onto the counter. "But you've been doing so well with her, Lou, I'm so proud of you. You've been taking such good care of her."

"I don't want her to leave," Louis weeps. "I want her to stay in there forever. I don't want anything to hurt her ever."

"Anything that will is going to have to deal with me," Harry assures Louis, who laughs through his tears. "I love you, Lou, and she'll be okay."

So they go to the hospital, Harry reassuring a sobbing Louis the entire time. Louis is brought into delivery almost immediately, and delivers Daphne quickly.

Harry never thought it would be possible for him to have to loves of his life, but watching as Daphne is laid on Louis' chest, Harry realises this is all he's ever wanted.

I made the missions trip happen bc this would've been way too long otherwise lmao this is literally almost 4,000 words

but I loved writing this :')