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"Are you okay, baby?" Louis asked worriedly to his boyfriend in the passenger seat.

"Yeah my stomach just hurts a bit. But it's probably because of all the eating I've been doing," Harry answered.

"Maybe they'll have something at the interview that will make you feel better," Louis said.

"Maybe. I'm fine though."

"Okay just let me know."

"I will."

*~At the interview~*

"So, Harry we've heard you've been feeling under the weather for a while now. How's it going?" The interviewer asked.

"I'm just fine. Probably just a small bug but it's nothing really," Harry answered.

"Okay that's good to hear." He looked down at his book of questions. "So, to the interesting part, Louis, everyone's dying to know about the baby rumours with Briana. Are they true?"

Louis sucked in a breath and Harry held his breath. Harry didn't want them to be true. He and Louis were dating after all.

"Yes they are true. I'm happy to announce that I'll be a father." Harry tried not to cry. "I'm really excited. She'll be a great mum."

Harry stayed silent. "Well that's great. I want to congratulate you on your upcoming fatherhood."

"Thank you. I'm very excited."

Harry couldn't breathe. He was basically humiliated in front of everyone. "Harry, you seem quiet today."

"Um I'm fine sorry." He felt dizzy. Now he pretty much couldn't breathe. He went to stand up but his legs failed him.

He fell onto the ground and everything went black. Louis jumped onto the ground, sitting on his knees next to Harry.

(I get down on my knees for you. Sorry I had to)

He put an arm under Harry's head. "Harry, wake up. C'mon, Harry please wake up."

Harry kept his eyes closed, not moving a muscle. "Call an ambulance! And get me some water!"

People started running around frantically. Niall gave Louis his water bottle.

Louis poured some water into his hand and put it on Harry's face. "C'mon, Harry. Please wake up."

A few minutes later, sirens echoed around the area. Louis stayed on the floor with Harry, still hoping to wake him up.

A couple paramedics came and Louis quickly got out of the way. He watched as one checked his pulses. Louis prayed there was still a pulse. "He's still breathing but his heartbeat is slowing down."

Louis almost passed out at the sound of that. His boyfriend was dying right in front of him.

"Mister Tomlinson!" Louis' thoughts were interrupted by a paramedic.

"Huh? What?"

"Would you like to ride to the hospital in the ambulance with mister Styles?"

"Y-yes I would." Louis followed Harry as e was brought to the ambulance on a stretcher. He sat on one of the seats next to the stretcher on the way to the hospital, watching all f the medical things the paramedics performed on Harry.

Please wake up, Harry Louis thought the whole way there.

When they arrived, Louis was told to stay in the waiting room while they shocked Harry to start up his heartbeat again.

He waited anxiously as the doctors took Harry into a room.

Eventually, he was told he could go in the room to see Harry, who was still asleep. He went in, immediately seeing Harry laying in bed, sleeping with his mouth slightly open.

He pulled a chair up, sitting next to Harry's bed. He grabbed his hand and kissed it.

"You're going to be okay," he kept whispering to Harry's silent body.

After about an hour, Louis felt Harry twitch a few times. He looked up at Harry's eyes to see them fluttering open. "Hi."

"Louis?" He asked his voice raspy. He looked around a bit, looking confused. "What happened?"

"You passed out at the interview earlier," Louis answered, rubbing Harry's hand.

"Oh." Harry looked around and then looked at Louis' remembering what happened. He was still quite disappointed with Louis but his head hurt too much to think about it. "Can you help me up? I have to use the loo."

"Of course." Harry moved himself so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Louis helped his stand and walked with him.

All of a sudden, Harry groaned and bent down, his hands on his knees. "Harry?"

Harry groaned again. Louis saw down thing happen but he wasn't sure what. Harry stood up with a shocked face on. "Hazza what's-"

He looked done at Harry's legs and saw water running down them. "Did you just-"

"No, I didn't Louis. I don't know what this is..."

"Okay let's get you back in bed. I'll call the nurse in." Louis helped Harry walk back to the bed before hitting the red button to call the nurse.

A few moments later, a nurse came in. "I believe I was called in here..."

"Yes. Something is going on with him and we can't figure out what," Louis explained as he rubbed Harry's back.

"Okay." She grabbed the vitals cart and kneeled next to the bed. "Can you tell me what's wrong, Harry?"

She put a blood pressure cuff on his upper arm and began pumping it. "Well, I got up to go use the loo but my stomach started hurting really bad. I thought it was just like a cramp or something but then a really warm liquid came out of me and I don't know what it was."

"Was it urine?" She asked, taking the cuff off.

"No. I still have to go in fact."

"Okay." She put he stethoscope over his heart. "Just do a couple deep breaths for me."

Harry breathed in and out deeply. "Okay do it again," she said, putting it on his back. "Okay you sound good. Your vitals are doing great."

"Okay."

"So what I want you to do, is go to the bathroom and pee in this." She handed him a urine sample cup. "We're just going to test it and figure out what's going on."

"Okay." He took the cup, went to the bathroom, and gave it back to her.

"Alright just lay down and rest. Feel free to call any of us for any reason. I should be back in a little bit."

"Okay. Thanks." She left the room and Harry got back in bed. Louis sat next to him.

"Don't worry. They'll figure out what's going on," Louis assured.

"Louis," Harry started. "Do you love Briana?"

"What?" Louis asked confused why Harry would even ask that. "No of course not. She may be having my baby, but you're the only one I love."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Harry was about to say something, but he arched his back and groaned instead.

"It's happening again."

"Should I call the nurse in?" Louis asked, suddenly getting worried.

"No." Harry groaned. "Okay yeah please call the nurse."

Louis stood up and pressed the button. A few moments later, the same nurse came in. "Is everything okay in here?"

"He's having another episode," Louis said, looking worriedly at his boyfriend who was squirming and groaning uncomfortably.

The nurse walked over and sat on the bed next to Harry. "Can you tell me what it feels like?"

"It feels like a really tight squeeze in my abdomen. It gets worse and worse then it slows down and goes away."

"Okay. Do you mind if I feel around your stomach. I just need to know if a bloated problem or something else."

"Go ahead." She slid her hands under his gown and felt around. Harry just closed his eyes and breathed deeply as she did so.

Louis watched in jealousy as that happened. "Okay I think I found the problem."

"What is it?" Harry asked, dying to know.

"You're in labour," she answered like it was no big deal.

"What?!" Harry yelled, shocked. Louis didn't say anything. "How can that be? I didn't even know I was pregnant! How can I even be pregnant?!"

"Well, from what I can feel, the baby is rather small and that's why you're belly isn't very big."

"But how..." Harry wondered.

Louis didn't say anything still. He stood up and walked out of the room. As soon as he was outside, he ran his hands through his hair. He felt tears begin to fall so he quickly wiped the away, sniffling a few times.

The door opened and out walked the nurse. "Mister Tomlinson?"

"Mm?" Louis asked, turning to face her.

"Are you okay?" Louis nodded. "Are you going to go back in the room?" Louis nodded again. "I'm just going to inform you of what's going on. So Harry is in the active stages of labour so in a few minutes, we're going to bring him up to a delivery room because he can't stay down here."'

"Okay." She went to go get some help and Louis went into the room. What he saw, shattered his heart.

Harry was laying on the bed, squirming and moaning in pain. Louis just wanted to go and cuddle him and tell him everything's okay.

He walked up to the bed, but Harry turned away. "Harry..."

"What, Louis!" Harry asked, obviously agitated.

"Why are you mad at me?" Louis asked, completely clueless.

"Oh you really want to know?" Louis nodded. "Okay. Here's why: First, even though I'm your boyfriend, you go and get a girl pregnant. Then, as soon as we found out I was in labour, you walk out, leaving me to figure everything out on my own!"

"Baby, I didn't mean to. The Briana baby thing was an accident but you're the only one I really love. And I'm sorry about walking out on you. I didn't mean it rudely. I'm quite happy in fact."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes of course I am."

"Thanks, Lou."

"I love you, Harry. More than you could ever imagine."

"I love you too, Louis." Their cute moment was interrupted by a contraction. "Agh Louis!"

"I'm here baby. Just breathe." Louis rubbed Harry's belly calmly, hoping to soothe the pain.

When it was over, Harry looked very worried. "What's on your mind, Hazza?"

"Baby supplies. I don't have anything."

"What if I run to the store really quick and get all the basic stuff we need," Louis suggested.

"You would do that?"

"Of course I would!" Louis pulled out his phone and pulled up his notes. "What do we need?"

"A car seat, onesies, a Pack and Play for now. We can order a crib later. Um, formula, nappies, and bottles. I think that's all for now. I'll text you if I think if anything else."

Louis typed everything down. "Okay I'll go get all of that fun stuff. Text me when you're like eight centimetres. I'll be here super quick."

"Okay. Thanks, Lou."

"No problem, Har." Louis left the room just as Harry got a contraction.

*~Later~*

"Let's see, I have a car seat, nappies, formula, clothes, bottles, and. Pack and Play. I think that's it..."

Louis' phone buzzed, notifying him of a text. It was from Harry.

From Hazza❤️: I just remembered a few things. Baby wipes, burp cloths, and some toys. We still have a little bit of time before baby makes an appearance. 💚

From Loubear💙: Okay I'll grab those things. What centimetre are you at now?💘

From Hazza❤️: 6cm🙈

From Loubear💙: I'll be back soon. Love you💞

From Hazza❤️: Love you too💖

Louis put his phone away and went to grab the few supplies he still needed.

When he arrived at the hospital, he was told to go up to room 314 which was a delivery room.

He was right outside the door when he heard a bunch of moans and groans. Then he heard, "Harry, you are going to have to push for me."

"No! I want Louis here!" That made Louis open the door pretty quickly. He saw Harry. Harry looked over and saw Louis. "Louis!"

Louis ran over to the bed. "I'm here, babe."

"Okay now that he's here, you have to push," the nurse interrupted. Harry turned back to looking straight down at his legs that were wide open and covered with a blanket. "Since the baby's really small, it won't take long at all."

Harry sat and pushed. He grunted a small grunt. "There's the head. Just a couple more, okay Harry?"

Harry nodded. "On three, give me a good one okay? One, two, three!" Harry bared down. "There we go. A little harder!"

Harry let out a small breath before inhaling again and pushing. The pain all of a sudden faded and cries filled the room. "It's a boy!"

"Oh my goodness," Harry said, reaching for his baby. "Hi, baby boy!"

He was only able to hold him long enough for Louis to cut the cord before he was taken to be weighed and cared fore, considering he was way below average size.

A few hours, Harry sat in the hospital bed, cradling the newborn baby boy, Milo. The nurse came in. "So we have a theory as to why you went into labour."

"Why?" Harry asked, very interested.

"It was caused by stress," she answered.

Harry knew why he became stressed, but decided not to say anything. "Okay thanks."

"No problem. You'll be let go of in a few days." She left the room, leaving Louis to be nothing but worried.

"Babe, why were you stressed?" He asked in a worried voice.

Harry sighed. "I was stressed because... I thought you were in love with Briana and you were happier and that her baby was going to be better than me."

"Oh, baby..." Louis grasped Harry's hand and squeezed it. "I love you more than her. Way more than her. You and Milo are my world. I'm not letting her get in the middle of our beautiful relationship."

Harry felt tears in his eyes. "Thanks, Lou."

"No problem, baby. Don't ever think that I'll love anyone more than you two."