You & I

After that memorable night, both of the boys thought this was their happy ending, no more troubles but their story is not over, not just yet. Harry has been getting sick eveyday for the past couple weeks. Louis doesn't know what to do. He offered to take Harry to the hospital, but Harry refused. Harry had an idea of what was going on but he didn't want to push the luck that this was the problem and worry Louis even more than what he has.

So while Louis was at school, Harry called the doctors office to see when he could come in for this sickness. Today was the day. Harry took the truck to the hospital. He was scared. What if there was something terribly wrong with him? He couldn't loose Louis or Louis couldn't loose him. They lost each other once and they don't need that again.

He wanted to figure out what was really going on, but he was scared at the same time. Each step he took, no matter if it was small baby steps, had courage behind them. Even through out his life, he had courage. Because of his courage, he could speak. Courage got him this far in life, no way he was backing out now.

As he waited in the office, he saw a young girl, age of five at the most, playing with her doll singing. Harry smiled at the little girl. The little girl looked up from her doll casting her eyes at Harry with a smile. She had bright green eyes, dimples on both side of her cheeks, but hair the color of warm caramel.

She waved at Harry with her little hands, climbed down the chair and walked over to Harry holding her doll to her chest. "'ello. My name is Lucy, what's your name?" Lucy asked Harry.

"Hi Lucy, my name is Harry," He grinned at the little girl. Lucy held her arms up for Harry to hold her on his lap. Harry picked up the little girl as she giggled.

"Hally why are you here?" Lucky asked.

"Harry didn't feel so good this morning," Harry replied talking in third person.

"Oh. I'm here because I'm really sick says my mommy," Lucy replied swinging her doll around on her lap.

Harry and little Lucy continued to talk and play with her doll until a nurse came out of the back room calling Harry's name. Harry sat Lucy down on his chair, but before he could follow the nurse, Lucy called out Harry name. "Hally, wait!"

Harry turned around and fell over backwards as Lucy hugged onto his legs, "I'll miss you Hally."

Harry got on his knees and hugged the little girl back," I'll miss you too little angel."

Lucy looked up at Harry with smile, "Bye Hally, I hope your tummy feels better."

Lucy walked back to her mom as Harry followed the nurse to the back room.

The nurse ask Harry the normal questions then check his lungs, blood pressure everything else to makes sure he was healthy. The nurse found nothing until she touched his hard stomach. His stomach was hard as a rock, not because of his abs, but he also had some pudgy on his lower area of the stomach. The nurse walked out the room then came back with the doctor and a ultrasound machine.

"What's going on?" Harry asked in a shaky voice.

Nor the nurse of the doctor replied as the hooked up the machine and put some cool gel on Harry's stomach. As the nurse rubbed the ultrasound stick around the stomach, the nurse came to a stop with a gasp. Harry lifted up his head to see what they were looking at until his eyes caught something miraculous. A little grey blimp.

The doctor ran his hand over his bald head, "Mr. Styles, I don't know how in the world it happened, but congratulations your going to be a parent."

"What?"

"You see that little grey area right there," The doctor pointed out to Harry. "That, sir, is a little form of a baby in your stomach."

Harry couldn't believe it. He was pregnant, pregnant. A male was pregnant! What was he going to tell Louis, "Hey Louis your going to be a dad, I'm pregnant!" Yeah let's not do that, plus, they're still in high school going to graduate in a few weeks. So Harry had the idea of not telling Louis and just abort the baby while he can before Louis notices a bump.

The doctor asked Harry if he wanted a picture of the baby, of course Harry didn't want to seem rude, Harry nodded his head as they printed out the picture.

Harry carried the picture in his pocket without a second glance. He was going to get rid of the blimp, final answer. As Harry was walking out the door a nurse called out for him to stop. Harry turned facing the nurse in front of him.

"Sir, I forgot to mention one thing about this whole situation," The nurse got Harry's attention.

"What is it?"

"Instead of being pregnant for nine months like a women would, your process doubles," The nurse replies.

"So what your trying to say is that I'm not going to be fat for nine months but for maybe-"

"Five to seven months at least."

He was only going to be fat for a few months. But how did they know how long?

"My brother and his husband are like you and your partner, to answer your question. They were scared as shit but the end result was beautiful," The nurse smiled. "I know your scared but trust me, you can get through it. If you need anything, call this number."

The nurse handed Harry a card with her number and mumbled a thank you as he walked off. Harry drove back to the house thinking about what the nurse said. Maybe they can do this, after all they been through he'll and back why not put it back together starting with their new blimp.

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