Hello my lovelies!! So sorry about the late update! I've been busy with packing and traveling because I'm going to college! YAY! Anyway enough about me more about the story!

Well the story will be shorter than I originally planned because I had some mix ups with my writing, but do not fret for everything is OKAY! 

Anywhore I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm sorry its a little on the short side, but this is where the huge mishap with my writing happened haha I was writing stuff in this chapter that I had planned for the next two chapters XP So all in all the story will be two chapters shorter. hah I totally went off track there... OH WELL 

ENJOY!

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Three months had past since Louis had heard from Harry. 

Louis became more and more depressed with everyday that passed. Harry promised him only four to five days.

Louis threw himself into his studies hoping it would get his mind off Harry, and it helped, but only a little.

Niall and Zayn were worried like any friends would be and they tried to get Louis whatever he needed. Louis was grateful for them. If it weren't for them he might have missed a few meals.

It was June when Louis got the most shocking news of his life.

Louis had been throwing up and feeling sore for almost two weeks before Niall and Zayn took him to the hospital. 

"Why can't we just go to Liam?" Louis whined in the car on the way to his appointment.

"Because he obviously doesn't have the right equipment." Zayn huffed from the drivers seat.

Louis groaned. He absolutely hated hospitals.

They arrived shortly after, walked in and checked in at the front desk. 

Louis was called in a few minutes later and had Niall and Zayn wait in the waiting room.

"So Mr. Tomlinson what seems to be the problem?" Dr. Jones asked. She was a petite dark skinned middle aged woman with almost pitch black wavy hair and warm dark brown eyes.

"I've been feeling sick and sore the past two weeks and I've vomited almost everyday since." Louis replied. 

Dr. Jones hummed and nodded while scribbling a few things on her notepad. 

"Okay well standard procedure, we'll check you vitals and test some urine, which will only take around twenty minutes if you don't mind waiting." She said holding out a plastic cup and bag.

Louis nodded getting off of the small examination table. He went to the bathroom, came back with his sample and gave it to Dr. Jones. 

"You just sit back while I go get this checked out."

True to her word Dr. Jones came back with Louis' results and furrowed eyebrows. Louis sat patiently, too afraid to speak.

"Well I've got your results, and a possible answer, but I have to get and ultrasound to check. One question though, have you been sexually active?"

"What? Why? And I was but it was back in February." Louis said, terrified he might have some terrible disease.

"Well according to you sample you have a high percentage of pregnancy hormones." She started. "In other words you, Mr. Tomlinson, are pregnant."

Louis was shocked. He couldn't be pregnant. Harry wasn't there! Not to mention he was only seventeen. How was he supposed to take care of it? He was graduating in a week and college would be alright if he had help. A lot of it. That is if anyone was going to help him. 

Most of his pregnancy would be during the summer too, so that was okay. Louis was shaken from his shocked state when Dr. Jones walked into the room with an ultrasound machine. 

"Would you like to see your baby?" Dr. Jones asked warmly. 

Louis just nodded while pulling up his shirt. Dr. Jones put a generous amount of warm gel on the lower part of his stomach and spread it around with the ultrasound wand. 

A gray image appeared on the screen with a tiny white dot over on the right side. 

"Well there is your baby." She said softly, pointing out the small white circle.

"What happened?! Are you alright?!" Niall yelled hopping from his chair and running to Louis. Zayn followed closely after.

Louis gave a teary laugh handing over the flimsy glossy ultrasound photo. 

Zayn snatched it and looked closely along with Niall. 

"I'm pregnant." Louis croaked. He wiped his face with the end of his sleeve sniffling.

"Oh my god! Lou! Oh. My. God. You and Harry did the dirty!" Niall screamed, making other people in the waiting area look at them with glares.

Louis burst out laughing.

Louis told his family who were overall excited, but his mum and dad were disappointed he didn't use protection. He told Liam, and Liam allowed him to attend school without having to pay saying, "You are carrying my grandchild why would I make you pay to stay? That's just stupid." He also offered to babysit. 

Louis moved into the main house and stayed in Harry's old bedroom so that Liam could be there to help in anyway possible.

Three months later Louis was six months pregnant and moody. Still no sign of Harry and that really didn't help the situation. 

It was September. Louis was afraid Harry would never come back, so he lashed out. Everyone understood when Louis would get that way. He was a little more under the weather than usual and him being a fat whale, or so he thought, wasn't helping.

Liam, Niall and Zayn helped to put together the nursery and Louis cried because it was so perfect. He found out he was having a boy, so the room was painted a light blue with little clouds lining the walls, courtesy of Zayn, and a nice set of white furniture from Louis' family.

Louis still took his walks in the gardens, all while talking to his baby. He talked about Harry, who would be called Papa, his family, and how much he loved the little boy growing in inside of him with nothing but the wind to carry the sound somewhere Louis hoped that Harry could hear it.