"Can we give her a super cool middle name?" Louis asks as he bites into a chip, watching as Harry eats his salad with a small smile. "Beverly's already a sick name, we need a cool middle name."

"Like what?" Harry asks, cocking his head to the side a bit like a puppy. He's wearing Louis' sweater since he had complained of being cold, the cream colour looking so lovely against his pale skin.

"I don't know," Louis shrugs before looking down at Harry's salad. "Did you really only order a salad? Babe, I sure as hell know she wants more than a salad."

Harry's cheeks turn a rosy pink. "You don't have to be all proper and stuff around me, Harold," Louis snorts, passing over his plate of chips to Harry. "Eat."

"Thank you," Harry says softly, smiling at Louis as he picks up a chip and eats it. Louis smiles back, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he not-so-subtly watches Harry eat.

"You're really cool to hang out with, y'know?" Louis leans back in his side of the booth, smiling fondly at Harry as Harry blushes and shakes his head. "You're easy to talk to."

"I don't remember you being this charming," Harry teases. Louis just laughs.

The waitress comes over to the table. Now, she has been eyeing Harry's bump the whole time she has been waiting on them. Louis doesn't know if Harry has noticed, but he certainly has, and he doesn't like it.

"How're we doing over here?" She asks in the fakest sweet voice Louis has ever heard. He watches her take a long up-and-down look at Harry one more time and then loses it.

"Are you doing alright, love?" Louis asks, giving the waitress the dirtiest glare he can muster. The waitress raises her eyebrows. "I mean, you've been staring at him for a bit. 'S there a problem?"

The waitress rolls her eyes. "No, sir," She says in a flat voice. Harry stays quiet, looking down at his lap as Louis continues to glare. "They just always give me the worst tables."

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Louis asks, and there's a bit of a bite to his tone.

"How far along are you?" The waitress turns to Harry. Harry looks up at her through his long eyelashes, fiddling with the bottom of Louis' sweater he's wearing.

"Um," Harry looks scared of her. Louis really doesn't like that, how she's doing that to him. "F-Five months?"

The waitress looks him up and down. "Only five? You sure?" She practically spits at him. She then turns to walk away, but Louis gets out of his booth, looking ready to pounce on her. Luckily, Harry slides out of his booth and holds Louis back.

"Louis, Louis," Harry says frantically as Louis tries to get passed him to get to the waitress. "Louis, stop, please, it's not worth it!"

"Harry," Louis groans, immediately stopping when he feels Harry's hand on his cheek. It's like he melts into the touch, standing completely still while Harry strokes his cheek with his thumb.

"Let's sit back down, okay?" Harry soothes, smiling weakly as Louis sighs. "'S not worth it, I'm fine."

"I wanna kill her," Louis practically growls, but he helps Harry sit down on his side of the booth before sitting back down himself.

"Maybe she's just having a bad day," Harry says softly, shrugging with a small smile. Louis still looks angry, so Harry reaches across the table and grabs his hand, giving it a squeeze. Louis looks at him and sighs in defeat. He looks like he's about to say something when his phone buzzes.

"Hold on," Louis sighs again, pulling his mobile out of his back pocket and looking to see a tweet from Ned, who works at the Buzzfeed location Louis was working at in the states. He opens the tweet and practically falls out of the booth. "Ned's having a baby, what?!"

"What?" Harry asks, looking a bit startled as Louis gapes at his phone.

"Ned, Try Guy Ned, his wife is having a baby, holy shit," Louis gasps. "He never told me!"

"Aw," Harry smiles, but Louis isn't really listening. Instead he's frantically typing out a text to Ned Fulmer.

Louis: I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST TO KNOW ARIEL IS PREGNANT

Ned: Louis cmon

Louis: I CAME TO YOU IN TEARS WHEN I FOUND OUT I WAS GETTING A KID

Louis: AND T H I S IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN

Ned: Louis u complained about me talking to u about Ariel all the time

Louis: BC I DONT NEED TO KNOW HOW CUTE SHE LOOKS EATING CEREAL IN THE MORNING

Louis: I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU TWO ARE HAVING A BABY

Louis: WE COULD HAVE BONDED OVER IT

Ned: I'm SORRY

Louis: not forgiven.

Ned: fine.

Louis: and my pregnant person is cuter than yours.

Ned: TOO FAR

Louis: OK BUT

Louis: (picture attached) LOOK AT MINE

Ned: (picture attached) LOOK AT MINE

Louis: (picture attached) LOOK AT MINE

Ned: (picture attached) LOOK AT MINE

"Lou?"

Louis looks up to see Harry giggling at him. "You alright?" He asks sweetly.

"I'm arguing with Ned about how my pregnant person is cuter than his," Louis mumbles. Harry blushes. Louis' phone buzzes again.

Keith: Ned is in a RAGE

Keith: you can disrespect him

Keith: you can disrespect his mom

Keith: but don't respect his motherfucking marriage

Louis: HE DIDNT TELL ME ARIEL WAS PREGNANT

Keith: UM

Keith: EVEN THOUGH YOU TOLD HIM ABOUT HARRY AS SOON AS YOU KNEW???

Louis: YES

Keith: W O W

"Do you go on your phone this much on every date

Louis' head basically snaps up. "This is a date?"

"I'm teasing you," Harry giggles again, nose scrunching up in a way that makes Louis practically melt. "I think I'm done with my food."

♛

"Oh my goodness!" Harry laughs as he's attacked by a dog almost as soon as he steps into Louis' flat. Louis' dog is standing up on its hind legs, his front paws on Harry's shoulders. "Hello!"

"I warned you," Louis says before scratching behind his dog's ear. "Careful with him, Ozzy."

"Ozzy," Harry laughs again, eyebrows raised.

"Ozzy Pawsborne," Louis nods.

"That's bloody awful," Harry shakes his head.

"Rude," Louis scoffs, gently grabbing Ozzy's collar and bringing him to the ground. "He gets excited."

"He's lovely," Harry says with a smile, bending down (struggling a bit, but achieving) and scratching behind his ears the same way Louis had before.

"You won't be saying that when he gets hair all over you," Louis chuckles. Ozzy sniffs around Harry's belly a bit before nudging at it with his nose, making Harry giggle.

"Can you help me up?" Harry asks with a sheepish grin. Louis smiles back, helping Harry stand up. Ozzy sees Louis' hand on the small of Harry's back and barks at him, making both boys jump.

"Hey, what's up?" Louis says to him, putting his hands on his hips. "You don't bark at me, mate."

Ozzy gently nudges Harry's tummy (Harry doesn't even know how he noticed it under Louis' thick sweater) before looking up at Louis, and Louis swears he's glaring at him. Harry starts to laugh loudly, throwing his head back while Louis huffs.

"Um, I put that there," Louis points out.

"Lou," Harry scolds, stifling his laughter. "Stop it!"

"I can touch him however I want to touch him!" Louis continues, spreading both of his hands over Harry's belly and giving Ozzy a glare. Ozzy walks over and nudges Louis' hands with his nose before barking.

"Good boy, Ozzy," Harry coos, crouching down to scratch behind his ear again. Louis just huffs and crosses his arms.

♛

"Are you paying attention?"

"No."

"Lou-eee."

"This is boring," Louis argues, his hand slowly rubbing Harry's back. They went from sitting next to each other on the sofa to Harry laying on top of Louis, half asleep while forcing Louis to watch The Notebook with him.

"It is not," Harry scoffs, his eyes fluttering closed as Louis' chest rises and falls underneath his cheek. "It's so romantic, Louis."

"I could be more romantic than this," Louis scoffs. "Ryan Gosling isn't even that attractive. I'll give them Rachel McAdams, yeah."

Harry opens his eyes and rolls them. "Write a whole Buzzfeed article on how awful of a movie it is. Bet it'll be really successful."

"Oi!" Louis huffs.

"Ryan Gosling is pretty handsome," Harry shrugs. Louis subconsciously pouts. "And Rachel is pretty, yeah. I can't believe you think this is boring."

"Romance movies aren't really my thing," Louis replies. "Rom-coms? Yes. This shit? No."

"Bev can hear you," Harry huffs before picking up the remote to Louis' telly. "Fine. Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?"

"Go for it," Louis shrugs. Harry, with his cheek squished against Louis' chest and his brows furrowed in concentration, finds the Netflix app on the telly. It's silent in the flat until Harry drops the remote out of the blue, making Louis furrow his eyebrows.

"Harry?" He asks cautiously. Harry's frozen, barely even breathing as he lays there in silence. After a few moments he grabs Louis' hand and brings it to his stomach, holding it there as he looks up at Louis.

"Please tell me you feel that," Harry says softly, his mouth slowly turning upward into a goofy sort of grin. And Louis does. Tiny little kicks against his palm that make him smile.

"I feel it," Louis replies quietly. "Holy sh-sorry. But oh my God, H, that's so sick."

"B's trying to say hello," Harry giggles, the dork. Louis just smiles adoringly. If you had told him a year ago he'd be on his sofa with a pretty boy on top of him, feeling their baby kick, he'd think you were crazy.

But here he is.