"I can't stand it when you over control!" Louis' boyfriend, Nathan, yelled. "I'm so done with your bitchiness. I'm leaving!"

"You're not just leaving me," Louis muttered.

"What?"

"It's not just you and me anymore."

"What the hell are you saying, Tomlinson?"

"Oh for god sakes. I'm pregnant, Nathan!"

"Wow I knew you were a slut, but not that much."

"You honestly think I'm a slut? Just because I'm pregnant?! With your kid?!"

"I can't be with a pregnant slut. I'm leaving." He turned on his toes and began walking out he door.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too. You stupid little son of a bitch." He slammed the door behind him.

Louis couldn't hold back his tears. They began flowing down his cheeks, but he knew he had to be strong.

He wiped them away before heading to the kitchen. He filled a glass of water and chugged it. "I'm sorry, baby."

*~9 months later~*

"One last big push, Louis," the doctor instructed. Louis pushed as hard as he could.

Cries of a baby filled the room.

"Oh my goodness. Hi baby girl," Louis cooed/panted as she was placed on his chest.

"Do you have a name for her?" The nurse asked in a friendly voice.

"Quinn Felicity Tomlinson." He kissed the top of her head lovingly.

*~2 months later~*

"C'mon, baby girl. Please stop crying," Louis pleaded, bouncing her around the living room.

Quinn had gotten very fussy within the past few weeks, and it kind of scared Louis, thinking something might be wrong with his baby girl.

She had also gotten a fairly large, pink eye. It seemed to really bother her, making her more upset. Louis had no idea as to what it was that was making her eye swell up.

He tried feeding, burping, cradling, bouncing, nap time, you name it, and nothing seemed to be working.

So, he decided to bring her to the doctor to be checked.

He checked her in and sat her in his lap in one of the chairs in the waiting room. "Quinn?"

He stood up, resting her on his shoulder because she was asleep, and grabbed the diaper bag. He followed the doctor into the back room.

"My name is Doctor Horan and I'll be here is you have any questions."

"Okay thank you."

"I'm going to go let Doctor Styles know you're here." He walked out, closing the door behind him.

Louis sat in one of the chairs, rocking Quinn, looking around, when Doctor Horan came in. "Doctor Styles will see you now."

Louis nodded and grabbed the diaper bag. He followed Doctor Horan unit Doctor Styles' examination room.

Louis' eyes widened as he caught his first glimpse of Doctor Styles. He had beautiful green eyes that popped. His long, curly, brown hair fell perfectly over his cheeks, landing softly on his doctor coat. Tattoos peeked out from the end of his left coat sleeve and a watch on his wrist.

"Hi I'm Doctor Styles." He shook Louis' hand. "Thank you, Niall."

"No problem." Niall scurried out of the room, leaving Louis and Harry to talk.

"So, you can just call me Harry. I act super professional around the other doctors, but I like to be more kind to my patients," he explained, Louis getting lost in his eyes.

He blinked a few times. "O-okay."

"Okay so let's start." He came closer on his swivel chair, taking his stethoscope off his neck. He placed the cold metal to Quinn's chest, making her squirm.

"It's okay, baby girl. Shhh....." Louis whispered, trying to calm her. She quieted, falling back into a deep sleep.

"She sounds great." He put his stethoscope back around his neck. "Did you have any problems during pregnancy?"

"No not at all. Everything went super smooth."

"Okay that's good," he started. Harry wrote a few things down on a piece of paper before getting back to Quinn. He put on a pair of latex gloves before lightly feeling around her swollen eye. She whimpered and tried to bat away his fingers.

"It's okay, love," Louis cooed. Harry hummed quietly at he looked at her eye carefully. "Do you know what it is?"

"Yes." He took off his gloves and set them aside. "It's called a sty. It's when a baby's, or really anyone's eye, swells up because of stress."

"So she's stressed?" Louis asked. Harry nodded. "About what in particular?"

"I'm not sure." He sighed. "How much time do you spend with her?"

"As much as I can," Louis started. "It's hard because my boss keeps me working extra hours. I guess I could use the money, but I can't spend as much time with her as I'd like."

"So that's it. She's stressed because she wants more time with you."

"Should I talk to my boss?"

"Of course." He went over to the sink and soaked a paper towel. "In the meantime, put this on her eye." Louis took the towel and placed it on her eye. She didn't move a single bit. "It's supposed to feel really nice to her."

"She loves this!" Louis marvelled.

"They usually do." Harry threw away the gloves and wrote some more on the paper. "Just remember to keep a cold, wet washcloth or towel on it as much as possible."

"Thank you so much, Doctor Styles. Er, I mean Harry."

Harry chuckled. "You're welcome. What's your name again?"

"Louis Tomlinson."

"That's right. Well, good luck."

"Thanks."

*~The following day~*

"Mister Payne?" Louis asked, walking into his boss's office.

"Yes, Tomlinson?" He asked, looking up from his papers.

Louis cleared his through before saying, "I was wondering if I could start working my normal hours again."

"Sure. You'll only get pain normal amount."

"I know. Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, Tomlinson."

*~1 month later~*

"So, how's it going?" Harry asked at Quinn's appointment.

"It's going great. I got my normal hours so I've been spending more time with her. Her sty is pretty much gone now." Harry inspected her eye that was no longer swollen.

"Well it looks great." He cleaned up everything before walking then out to the waiting room. "So, Louis. I was wondering if you'd like to... um.... go out sometime?"

Louis was at a loss for words. "S-sure I'd love to."

"Great. My sister Gemma can babysit for you, if you'd like."

"Yeah okay that's sounds great."

"Okay. Here's my number. Just shoot me a text." He handed Louis a small piece of paper.

"Thanks. I'll text or call you."

"Bye."

"Bye." Louis left the building, smiling larger than he felt as though he ever had before.

*~2 years later~*

"C'mon, babe! Wake up!" Harry said, hovering above his sleeping husband. "It's our one year anniversary!"

"Mmm. Good morning," Louis mumbled against his pillow.

"Get up! I have a special present for you!"

"Okay I'm coming." Harry helped Louis out of bed and down to the couch.

"Here." He handed Louis two boxes. Louis opened the smaller one first.

It was two shirts. One was smaller and one was bigger. He held up the small one and Harry held up the big one. "Matching shirts for us! What do you think?"

"I love them!" He placed a big kiss on Harry's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed Louis' lips. "Open the other one now."

Louis picked up the smaller box, opening it carefully. Again, there was two shirts. Except one was super small one one was medium. He held up the small one.

"Matching shirts for you and Quinn. I thought it was kinda cute so I decided to get it but you don't have to wear them it was just an-"

He was cut off but a kiss from Louis. "Harry, I love it."

"Good."

"I have a present for you too. I'll go get it." Louis ran upstairs, into his bathroom. He went into a secret bag he stuffed under the sink and brought it back downstairs. He handed it to Harry. "I know it's not wrapped 'cuz I didn't have time."

"That's fine, Boo." He tore apart the plastic bag, revealing the gift. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Harry put it down and gave a big hug to Louis. "Do you like it?"

"I don't like it..." Louis' face fell. "I love it."

He picked Louis up off the couch and spun him around. "A baby! We're having a baby!"

*~8 months later~*

"C'mon, Louis!" Harry encouraged. "Our baby's almost here!"

Baby's cries filled the room as Louis fell back on the bed. The baby was put on Louis' chest.

"Hi baby boy!" He cried. Their son squirmed on his chest, letting out throaty cries.

"He's here." Harry placed a kiss on Louis' sweaty forehead.

"Xander Edward Styles."