Just so you all know, I play volleyball so I had to write this one. If you don't know some of the terms, you can comment or message me and I'll tell you what they mean. Thx guys :)

"I got it, I got it!" Louis yelled as he ran to pass the ball. He bumped it high, allowing the setter to set it to the outside. The outside person hit it, the ball went over the net, landing on the floor.

Louis and his team all cheered as well as his boyfriend, Harry who was watching. "Good job, Louis!"

Louis waved to Harry. Harry waved back and Louis and his team got back in position.

*~After the game~*

"Bye, Louis!" Louis team said as Louis walked out with Harry. "And happy birthday!"

Louis chuckled. Harry held Louis' hand. "So, you won. What should we do to celebrate your birthday and a volleyball win?"

Louis smirked, knowing what Harry was thinking. "I know what you're thinking, Styles."

"So is that a yes or no?" Harry smirked.

"I think you know the answer to that..." Harry could already feel turned on.

*~Back at home~*

"That was the best birthday present ever!" Louis panted as he cuddled up to Harry's side.

"I'm glad you liked it. You definitely deserve it." Harry put an arm under Louis' head. "I love you, boo."

"I love you too, Hazza."

*~A month later~*

"What does it say?" Harry asked, looking up at Louis.

"All four are positive. It looks like we're having a baby, Harold."

"Are you happy about that?" Harry asked, suddenly worried.

"Are you kidding?! I couldn't be happier!"

*~a few months later~*

"C'mon, Hazza. I can't miss this game. My team needs me," Louis begged, pulling on Harry arm.

"No, Louis. You're four months pregnant. I'm not letting you play that game with our baby."

"Oh c'mon!" Louis whined.

"Can I make a deal with you?" Harry asked.

"Sure. Anything."

"I will let us go to the game but you CAN NOT play," Harry said, emphasising can not. "Does that sound good?"

"Yeah anything to let me go to the game."

*~During the game~*

"Run! Go for it! It's in!" Louis shouted at his team mates. His team lost the point, making Louis groan.

"It's okay, Lou. They'll get the next one," Harry said, trying to make Louis feel better.

Louis groaned again. Then, Louis' coach came running over. "Louis' we really need you. Could you play for us?"

"I-"

"No he can't. He's carrying a baby and I won't let him play such a reckless game," Harry interrupted.

"Really? Because you'd help us a lot. I can let you play a back position or setter..."

Louis looked at Harry. "Hazzy?"

"No, Louis." Louis looked at his coach. "I'll handle this."

His coach walked away. Louis turned back to Harry. "If you don't let me play, no special treat for a week."

Harry still didn't say anything. "Two weeks." Louis could tell it was hard for Harry, but he stayed silent. "Fine. A month. Well, actually I'll be too big at five months and on so the next five months."

"Okay okay okay! I'll let you play but don't be doing crazy things, okay? You're carrying a baby that is very precious to both of us."

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Louis kissed up and down Harry face. "I won't play too rigorously."

Harry watched as Louis ran onto the court into the setter's position.

He kept worrying throughout the whole game, thinking something would go wrong. But, his thoughts were wrong. Louis stayed on his feet the whole time, very careful of his growing bump.

*~After the game~*

"Harry, can we go out to eat? I'm starving..." Louis asked, grabbing Harry's hand.

"Sure, babe. Do you want to invite the boys, too?"

"Yeah!"

"How are you feeling? How's peanut?" Harry asked, putting one hand on Louis' belly and the other staying in the steering wheel.

"We're good. I'm actually starting to feel pregnant now. Like, the baby's hasn't started kicking, but he or she definitely rolls around a lot."

"I wish I could feel it..."

"Me too but you'll be able to feel when it starts kicking."

"I can't wait."

*~At lunch~*

"So, Lou..." Liam started. "I feel stupid asking this question, but are you... putting on weight?"

Louis looked at Harry. "No. Well, yes but it won't be there forever."

"I'm confused..." Niall said, taking a bite.

"Well, what Louis is trying to say is we're having a baby," Harry said. Louis was relieved that Harry said it for him.

"Wow congrats, boys!" Liam said.

"Thanks, Li," Louis said, leaning against Harry.

"Do you know if it's a boy or girl?" Niall asked.

"Not yet but we're finding out in two weeks," Louis said, taking a bite of his food.

"Tell us as soon as you find out."

"Will do, mates."

*~5 months later~* (9 months pregnant)

"No, Louis! You can absolutely not play!" Harry said, getting frustrated by Louis' behaviour.

"I hate you..." Louis mumbled.

"No you don't. I just care too much about you and our baby girl to let you play such a hard game."

"It's not hard, Harry! You've seen me play. It's fine."

"I'm not letting you play."

"Fine. No sex."

"For how long?"

"A year. We can have sex when she's a year old."

"You wouldn't..."

"Oh yes I would."

"Fine you can play. Just only play setter's position and don't run, jump or anything like that."

"Okay, mister bossy pants." Louis kissed Harry's cheek before going on the court.

*~45 minutes into the game~*

"Balls up!" Louis' team yelled. (I know this sounds really weird but that's what we yell when the ball is being served over the net)

One of his team members passed the ball to Louis who set it to the hitter. The hitter hit it over the net, the ball landing on the ground.

Louis' team did a group hug before going back to their positions. Louis' team member served it over the net.

The other team passed, set, and passed it back over the net. The ball went over, landing on the ground right beside him.

Louis didn't go for it because he was bent over, hands on his knees, breathing heavily. "Louis?" His team asked. They approached him.

Louis began breathing heavy and quick, grabbing onto the net. By this time, both teams were gathering around Louis.

Louis let out a loud groan before his water broke in front of everyone. "Shit..." He groaned.

Harry came out if the loo, looking up from his phone when he saw everyone gathered around Louis and ran over. "What's going on?"

"His water just broke," one of the people on the other team said.

"His what?!" Harry shoved his phone is his back pocket, running over to Louis.

"Harry..." Louis whimpered, reaching for Harry.

"I'm here, babe." Harry wrapped an arm around Louis' waist, walking with him to the car.

Louis was walking very slow and he was stopping several times. Harry knew they would never make it to the car at that pace.

So he picked Louis up bridal style and carried him to the car. He put Louis in the passenger seat before running over to the driver's side and speeding away.

By the end of the ride, Louis was leaning forward against the dashboard and moaning.

Harry pulled up to the hospital, jumping out and running to Louis' side. "C'mon, baby. We're here."

"Harry it hurts," Louis whimpered which broke Harry's heart.

"I know, love. Let's go inside so we can have our baby, okay?" He picked Louis up again, walking him inside.

Inside, he met with a nurse who brought them a delivery room.

"Okay, Louis you're at a nine so we're going to get set up, but no pushing yet," the nurse said.

Louis continued to moan in pain. Harry took Louis' hand, rubbing it gently. "You're doing so good, love. We'll have our baby girl soon."

"Mmmm," Louis moaned. "I want to meet her already."

"Me too, love."

*~30 minutes later~*

"You're still at a nine. You should be progressing soon though," the nurse said.

"I fucking hate this," Louis groaned as a contraction came.

"Soon, babe. Soon."

*~1 hour later~*

"I better be at a ten because now I really have to push!" Louis cried as the nurse checked him.

"You are at a ten. Sit up and push for ten seconds then take a breath, okay?"

"Oh my god finally," Louis murmured.

"On three, push. One, two, three, push." Louis sat up, pushing as hard as he could. "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten."

Louis sat back, taking a breath. "Again, ready, go."

*~45 minutes later~*

"Ugh!" Louis groaned. "I'm tired of this! Can't you just get her out of me already?!"

"Just one more push, Louis. Then you'll have your baby."

"Good job, love. Baby's almost here," Harry said, rubbing Louis' sweaty forehead. Louis grunted as he pushed for the last time.

A gurgled cry echoed in the room, making Harry and Louis look down. "She's here. Oh Lou, she's beautiful."

Louis took her in his arms, clutching her to his chest. "Oh my goodness. You ARE beautiful."

"Kayla Styles