Harry looked over shamefully at the group of the popular football jocks whispering to each other. He fixed his books in his hands before looking away.

He looked away for one moment only to have all of his stuff knocked out of his hands. All of his books, papers, and textbooks splayed all over the floor.

He heard loud laughs through the hallway before all of the boys walked away. But one stayed.

"Hey, you comin', Tommo?" The guys asked.

"Yeah I'll catch up." Harry looked up from the floor to see The Louis Tomlinson. Popular football jock. "Need some help?"

"Oh-oh it's okay," Harry stuttered. "You don't have to help me."

"Eh, I'd like to." Louis knelt down next to Harry, picking up loose papers. He picked up three tests that were taken days before. They were all 100%. "Do you have all A plusses?"

"Y-yeah," Harry answered.

"Do you think you could help me with studying for the big English exam coming up? I think I'm going to fail if I don't get some help."

"Sure I'll help you."

"Cool. Come to my flat tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"Can't wait." Louis handed Harry the last few papers before walking off. Harry just shook it off then walked to class.

The next day, Harry was busy taking notes in English when the person next to him handed him a folded up note. He looked at the kid with confusion.

"Louis wanted to give it to you," he whispered. Harry put down his pencil and unfolded it. It was Louis' address. Harry folded it back up and put it in his pocket.

That night, Harry pulled up the flat before looking at the address. Right place, right time. He brought his bag full of school stuff to the door then knocked on it.

Louis answered it with a beer bottle in his hand. "Hey! Come on in!"

Harry brought all of his stuff inside then set it down at the table. He looked around. Looked just like every other high school kid's house. Minus parents.

"Where is your family?"

"Oh I moved out last year. They were always on my nerves," Louis said while sitting down at the table with Harry.

"Wow." Harry looked around again before pulling out all of his books. "So you're studying for English?"

"Yes. I didn't understand a word of the notes today."

"So we started with Shakespearean language..."

Later that night

"What does thou mean?" Harry asked as he looked at a vocabulary list to quiz Louis.

"You," Louis answered.

"Adieu?"

"Goodbye."

"You got them all right. Feel ready for tomorrow?"

"Hey are you single?" Harry was taken back by that question. "And yes I'm ready for tomorrow."

"Good."

"So...  Single?"

"Yes... No one really falls for the nerds." He awkwardly fixed his glasses as Louis stared at him.

"Really? Because I beg to differ." Louis leaned forward and pulled Harry's glasses off. Harry put his face in his hands. "Come on, Styles. Let me see."

Harry slowly pulled his face out of his hands. Louis couldn't help but stare for a moment. "Wow. You're really handsome."

Harry blushed a deep red. "Thank you. You'd be the first."

"What? No one has ever told you that you look good looking?" Louis asked in disbelief.

"Does my mum count?" Harry asked, making Louis chuckle.

"No. But seriously, no one has ever told you that?"

"No."

"Have you ever had sex?"

"Woah way too much for you to know."

"Oh come on. I'm not going to tell anyone."

"I know you, Tomlinson," Harry said standing up from his seat. "You're one of those popular football jocks that tries to form relationships when you really are just going to tell all your friends-"

Harry was cut off by a kiss. He was afraid but soon leaned into it. Louis pulled apart. "Believe me now?"

Harry nodded. Louis kissed him again and soon it was a full on make out session in Louis' dining area.

Louis began pushing Harry towards the bedroom with their lips still attached.

As Harry was pushed to the bed, he stopped Louis. "Wait, I've never done this before."

"I thought so. Don't worry. We'll take it as slow as you want."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry kept his head resting on Louis' bare chest as they both panted.

"How was it?" Louis asked.

"Wonderful. Thank you." Harry pulled his head up then looked around. "I should probably be heading home."

"Yeah you do that. See you Harry and thanks for the help."

"No problem. Thank you too."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
4 months later

Harry huffed as he sat down, the wave of nausea taking over him. He rubbed his growing belly gently. Everyone else came in the room then the bell rang.

Later at lunch, Harry stood in the hallway with his best mate, Niall. Niall had one hand on Harry's belly, trying to feel for any movement.

"Niall, the baby's only sixteen weeks. It's not moving yet," Harry laughed as Niall felt everywhere.

"Hey maybe it'll move for me. I am it's godfather and uncle for crying out loud," Niall argued.

"I'd actually like to think that the baby will kick for me first. You know. The person who's growing it and feeding it and carrying it."

"Still."

Harry felt his hand grabbed then yanked. "I'll be right back with him."

Harry looked to see Louis. "Louis? What the fuck?"

"Just shush." Louis pulled him into an isolated part of the hallway. "Are you pregnant? Because I've seen at least three people with hands in your belly just today."

"It's none of your business," Harry sassed.

"Actually yes it is because this baby might be mine," Louis said. Harry stayed silent with a frown on his face. "Is it mine?"

"I don't know if you deserve to know."

"I do, Harry. I need to know if I'm going to be a dad."

"Why would you even care? I've tried to say hi to you since that night and you just blow me off. That night, I thought you actually cared about me."

"I did- I do."

"I don't think I can believe you," Harry said, crossing his arms.

"You can. I promise that if this baby is mine, then I'll be a part of its life and yours. Please, Harry. Just tell me."

"Yes. I am. Happy now?"

"Yes. But why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I tried, Louis! I tried to talk to you but you just blow me off and pretend I don't exist!"

"I only do that because of my friends. They think we never had anything between us and I promised I wouldn't tell them about us. I intend to keep it like that. I like you, Harry. In fact, I love you. And because of that, I'm keeping my promise and not telling anyone that we had sex and this baby is mine."

"You really care that much?" Harry asked, pregnancy hormones taking over him.

"Yes. Of course I do." Louis placed a gentle hand on Harry's belly. "Are we okay now?"

"Yeah. We're good."

"In that case, do you want to be my secret boyfriend?"

"I don't want to be a secret, Lou."

"Just until the baby's born. Then I promise I'll show everyone. I just don't want anyone giving you or me any crap about it during the pregnancy. It's bad for you two."

"Alright fine."

"Yes!" Louis carefully kissed Harry's cheek. "I love you."

He ran off to his friends so they wouldn't get suspicious.

*~1 month later~*

Harry went to go surprise Louis after a football game in the locker room. He his next to the of the door of it.

He could hear all of the guys talking. "So that Harry kid, Louis? Who is he?"

"Oh he's no one. He's just one of those stupid nerds who falls for anything to get a little sex."

Harry became more interested after that statement. Sad, but interested.

"Dude, isn't he knocked up or something? He's fat."

"Oh I know," Louis said. "He said it's mine and then I promised I wouldn't say anything to you guys."

"I swear to god, we should just play the 'why the fuck you lyin'?' Song for you. First, you promise to not tell us that he's a virgin, then you go and tell him that you love this baby and him and you won't tell us about the pregnancy. Do both of you realise we're not stupid and we can tell when someone is pregnant and a father?" One of his friend asked.

"I know. I don't even think that kid is mine. For all I know, he's slept with everyone in the school."

"He's turned into a more slutty person. He stopped wearing glasses and his retarded nerd outfit."

"I know. His hormones and cravings drive me fucking nuts too. He's always like 'hey will you get me some Nutella?' Then when I come back with it, he's fucking sobbing."

Harry was now in tears. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stood in the doorway. "Louis?"

Louis turned around quickly to see Harry standing there. "Hey, Harry."

"I can't believe you," Harry whimpered.

"Harry I didn't mean-"

"No! Just don't talk anymore." Harry walked away from the locker room door. Louis, who was a bit in shock turned to the rest of the team.

"You just fucked up real bad," one of them said.

"I know. The right thing to do is go after him right?"

"Uh yeah," they all said in a 'duh' tone.

Louis grabbed his bag of football stuff and ran after Harry. "Harry!"

"Just leave me alone!" Harry cried, walking away faster.

"Come on, Harry! Just let me explain!"

Harry turned around at Louis just as he was closing in. "There's nothing to explain. I heard you loud and clear in there."

He turned around and walked away again. "Harry if you just let me explain this!"

"Louis, here's nothing to explain like I just said," Harry said.

"I don't even know what I did!"

"Oh you want to know what you did?!" Harry yelled. "Here's what you did. You promised me that you wouldn't tell them I gave my virginity to you. Then you say you want the baby and you know it's yours and then you promised me you won't tell all your friends. You broke two promises! Then you go and call me a slut in front of all of them! You called my hormones and cravings annoying. I understand you're upset but talking behind my back makes it worse!"

"Baby I'm sorry. It won't happen again," Louis said.

"Damn straight it won't. Because you're on your own." Harry walked away, leaving Louis behind.

"Harry please," Louis begged. Harry stayed silent as he walked away from Louis. "Don't go."

~~~~~~~~

"And then he said my hormones and cravings are the most annoying things ever," Harry said to Niall.

"Why are you even with him?" Niall asked. "Hasn't he ruined your life enough as is?"

"I'm not with him anymore," Harry said. "And that's why."

"You should just let him go. He's only causing trouble."

"Yes but he's the father of this baby. What am I supposed to do when it's born?"

"Just leave it. It doesn't need to know that it has another parent."

"Okay but that can't go on forever. It'll go to school and see that other kids have two parents."

"You do realise that won't be for the next six years right?"

"It doesn't matter." Harry put his face in his hands. "I don't know. I just don't know."

"Well you just go to sleep. You don't need to be stressing bout about this because it's Louis' problem."

"Thanks, Niall."

"No problem, buddy."

*~A few weeks later~*(6 months pregnant)

"Oh baby daddy at two o'clock," Niall whispered at Harry.

"Shit." Harry hid behind his locker door.

"Hey, Niall!" Louis said cheerfully as he walked past.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Niall sassed back.

"Hey, Harry," Louis said, blowing Niall off.

"Fuck off," Niall defended.

Louis rolled his eyes before walking off. "Ugh."

"You alright, Harry?"

"What do I do?" He asked, looking at Niall.

"What do you mean?"

"What should I say to him?" He asked. "I do miss him a little."

"Then talk to him," Niall said. "But don't be nice. Tell him exactly why you're mad then why you want him back. Don't let him talk. You be dominant for once in your life."

"Oh shut up," Harry joked, slapping the back of Niall's head.

Harry thought long and hard over night about how he would discuss the issue with Louis. But he couldn't come up with anything except for openly telling Louis how he felt.

The next day, he approached Louis. He walked up behind him and his group of jocks. "Louis," he said, getting Louis' attention. Louis spun around.

"Oh hey," he said quietly.

"I need to talk to you," Harry said. He followed Harry into a nearby janitor's closet.

"What's going on?"

"Do you still want to know why I'm mad?"

"Please tell me, baby," Louis begged.

"Okay so I'm just about to tell you everything so I need you to stay absolutely silent and promise none of this ever leaves your mouth to anyone else in the school. Got it?"

"I got it."

"Alright. So first, you promise you won't tell anyone about our sex and how I gave you my virginity. You broke that promise. Then you say you want the baby and you know it's yours and you won't tell your friends. That promise was broken too. Then, I find you and your group talking about me. You say I'm a slut even though you know you took my virginity and I don't love anyone but you, you say my pregnancy symptoms are annoying and I understand because I have them, but talking about them behind my back is just insulting. Finally, you disown your child. You say you think it's not yours then go on about me being a slut just because I don't wear glasses. Do you see what I'm saying here, Louis?"

Louis nodded. "And I know you're nervous about being a dad. I am too. I'm carrying this baby for crying out loud. I'm the one with hormones and cravings and morning sickness and heartburn. But I just need you to understand my perspective on this, okay?" Louis nodded. "You can talk again if you'd like."

"You're right," Louis said. "I did the worst thing I possibly could to you and our baby. I'm sorry."

"Thank you, Louis."

"Do you forgive me?"

"Yeah. Just don't let me find out about anymore of this please."

"It will never happen again." Louis pulled Harry in for a kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' neck as they deepened the kiss. "I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Louis."

*~The next morning~*

Louis moved closer to his boyfriend and put his face in his neck, taking in his smell. Harry twitched before bringing his shoulder to his ear. "Lou, what are you doing?"

"You smell so good," Louis said, ignoring the question.

"Has your alarm gone off yet?"

"It doesn't matter because we have our appointment this morning before school."

"Oh right." Harry pulled himself out of bed only to plop right back down on the edge of the mattress.

"Baby, you okay?" Louis asked.

"Yeah. Just got hit with a wave of dizziness. I'm okay though."

"You sure you're good?"

"Yeah. It's gone. I'm good."

"Okay."

They both got dressed then headed out.

As they sat in the waiting room, Harry's leg began to bounce and he bit his nails. "Harry stop doing that. It'll be just fine."

"I'm just nervous," Harry said. "Like excited nervous."

"Me too, love. Me too."

"Harry Styles?" Louis followed Harry into the back room where Harry lifted his shirt for the sonogram. "Have you been feeling anything lately? Sick? Pain?"

"Nope."

"Okay that's good." She put the wand on Harry lower stomach only to hear the heartbeat echo in the room. "Bang sounds good. Would you like to know the gender?"

Harry looked at Louis. "We would love to."

"Okay let's see here." She moved the wand farther down Harry's growing belly until she stopped and froze the screen. "It looks like you're having a boy. Congratulations."

"Thank you," Harry said, feeling tears fill his eyes.

As they drove home, Harry couldn't help but just smile as wide as possible.

As soon as they got back to Louis' flat (that they now shared), Harry took out his laptop. "What are you doing, babe?" Louis asked as he brought over a glass of water for Harry.

"Looking for names," Harry answered as he scrolled through long lists of names. "Wanna help?"

"Of course I do." Louis moved closer to Harry as they began discussing all possible names for the baby.

*~11pm~*

Harry laid in bed as Louis spooned him. All he could think about was the baby. It had gotten to the point where he had been bottling up his feelings for so long that it was now affecting his sleep.

All the could think about was, What was he going to to about school? How would he and Louis support this baby without begging their parents for money? What about how much his life was about to change within the next three months.

Eventually, he decided to get out of bed. He went down the hall to the living room and plopped down on the sofa. He grabbed his phone on the coffee table to see the time. It read: 11:04.

He thought for a bit before he decided to call his mum. Good thing there was a time difference.

It rang a few times before she answered. "Harry? What are you doing up?"

"I really need to talk to you mum."

"Of course, baby. Do you want to talk over the phone or come here or me come there?"

"Can I come to you? I really don't want to have Louis worried."

"Well he'll worry if you leave without telling him. Why don't you tell him in the morning then come here?"

"No I need you right now. I can't sleep because of this."

"Well write a note or tell him. Come out here and talk to me, baby."

"Thank you, mummy." Harry hung up his phone before sighing deeply.

"Hazza?" Came a small voice from the hallway. "What are you doing up?"

"I'm sorry to wake you up. Go back to bed, Lou."

"Come with me."

Harry pulled himself off the bed then walked to Louis. "I need to go to my mum's tonight, Louis."

"Why? Is she okay? Are you okay?" Louis asked.

"I just have something I really need to talk to her about. It's not that I don't want to talk to you, I just can't."

"Oh," Louis said. "Do you want me to drive you there?"

"No. I can drive. I should be back soon."

"Okay. Please be safe. I love you."

"I will. And I love you too."

Harry left his house and headed to his mum's.

"So tell me baby," Anne started as she closed Harry's bedroom door behind her. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong," Harry started. "Is that I think I'm going to be a bad parent."

"Why would you think that?" Anne asked, a bit surprised.

"Because Louis and I are just not in a good financial spot right now," Harry explained. "We're both sixteen, sophomores in high school, and don't have jobs."

"Why don't you let Robin and I lend you some money?"

"No no no no, mum. I didn't come for money. I came for advice."

"Well here's some advice. We'll give you some money to get started. We'll help you as you go."

"I don't know what I would do without you, mum." Harry brought Anne in for a hug. When they pulled apart, Harry asked, "Are there any good day cares around here?"

"For what?"

"My son."

"Baby! Why didn't you tell me you're having a boy?!" Anne cheered.

"It slipped my mind. Louis and I just found out today."

"I'm so happy for you, love."

"Thank you, mum. But anyways, day cares?"

"Hello! You're looking at her!"

"I'm not going to make you so that."

"I wouldn't do it because I have to. Do you have any idea how happy it would make me to watch my little grandson all day."

"But-"

"No buts. I'm doing this."

"But you have to drive all that way..."

"It's an hour, Harry. I'll live." Anne chuckled.

Anne watched as Harry broke down in tears. "Oh sweets." She embraced him in a hug.

"Thank you, mummy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Harry."

Later on, Harry had arrived back home only to see that Louis had gone out looking for a job. Apparently he was having the same idea as Harry.

*~2 months later (8 months pregnant)~*

"Ugh," Harry huffed as he sat on the sofa.

"You alright, babe?" Louis asked, a bit of worry in his voice.

"I'm fine," Harry said. "Just fat, swollen, tired, pregnant, and everything else in between."

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay home today?"

"Yes I'm sure. I'm not due for another four weeks."

"But you'll call me if anything happens right?"

"Nothing is going to happen but yes I will."

"Okay. I love you." Louis kissed Harry before he walked out the door.

"What am I going to do with you?" Harry asked his stomach. The baby kicked crazily inside of him. "Better yet, what are we going to name you."

The baby did a somersault. Harry chuckled. "Maybe a little music will spark some inspiration."

Harry turned on the radio. The song "Hands to Myself" by Selena Gomez was just ending. Harry listened carefully for the next song.

On came on old one "I'm Blue".

"Oh I love this song!" Harry cheered as he turned it up. "I'm blue da ba Dee da bu dai," he sang.

Then he stopped as his eyes widened. "Blue! It's perfect!" He reached over to his phone and started looking for Louis' number. "I have to call your papa and tell him."

There were a few rings before Louis picked up. "Harry? Are you okay? Is the baby coming?"

"No we're just fine, Lou," Harry said, chuckling a little. "What I wanted to do was suggest a name. I don't want an answer yet. Just think about it."

"Lay it on me."

"Blue. Okay I gotta go. Bye!" Harry hung up the phone without letting Louis say goodbye. "I think he'll like it."

When school was dismissed, Harry thought it was a good idea to wait at the front door for when Louis walked in.

"Hi, Louis!" Harry embraced Louis in a giant hug with lots of kisses.

"Hi, baby. And baby," Louis said to Harry's belly making both the boys laugh.

"So what do you think about the name?"

"I thought about it long and hard today," Louis started. "I don't like it."

Harry pouted. "Oh."

"I love it." Harry perked up.

"Really?"

"I think it's perfect for our little man."

"Me too."

*~1 month later~*

"And the E should be to the left a little more," Harry instructed.

"Harry you really shouldn't be in here," Harry and Louis' best mate, Liam, suggested. "You should be resting."

"Oh please, not you too," Harry huffed. "I'm already getting enough crap from Louis everyday."

"Sorry that I care," Louis sassed jokingly.

"Why are you so worried about this anyways?" Liam asked. "It isn't even an official nursery."

"Well it's all we've got so if the only nursery I can give to Blue is our bedroom, then that's it."

"Well said, babe," Louis acknowledged.

*~Later that night~*

"Thanks for helping us out, Liam," Louis said as Liam walked out the door.

"I'm happy to help," Liam said. "Congrats and good luck on the baby."

"Thank you. Bye, Liam."

"Bye." When the door was closed, Louis turned to Harry.

"Let's start packing for the hospital."

"Okay." Louis walked behind Harry down the hall just so he could give good support to Harry's aching back.

When they got in the bedroom, Harry sat on the bed while Louis pulled out the duffel bag. "Alrighty. What do we need?"

Louis started running around getting everything as Harry listed it. "So for me as of stuff for labour I'll need some hair ties, socks, gum, and Chapstick."

"Okay and next?"

"For you, it's best if you have a change of clothes, toiletries, pyjamas, and a sweatshirt."

"Next is Blue's things?"

"Yes. He needs blankets, onesies, socks, wipes, burp cloths, and a dummy. At least one."

"What about his car seat?"

"We'll install that when we're done."

"Sounds good. What about other miscellaneous things?"

"Um, phone chargers, hand sanitizer, blankets and pillows for us, and that's it for that."

"And what about your things?"

"I need, underwear, pyjamas, yoga pants, a zip hoodie, socks, and just another outfit. I don't care what. Also I need various toiletries but can you pack my prenatal vitamins? We don't know how long we'll be there."

"Of course, baby. Is that all?"

"I think so."

"Car seat time?"

"Yep." Louis put the car seat on one side of the car. Harry sat in the middle seat to help Louis with the installation. When it was done, Harry and Louis sat and stood there just looking at the car seat.

"What are you thinking, babe?" Louis asked as he saw a tear leave Harry's eyes.

"Just that he's going to be here so soon," Harry said, wiping away a tear. "I just feel like it's happening so fast."

"I feel that way too, love," Louis agreed. "How about we go inside and watch some films?"

"Okay." Louis followed Harry into the house, straight to the sofa where they say and watched films the rest of the day.

*~Later that night~*

"Little angel," Louis whispered to Harry's stomach. "We're so excited for you to come."

Harry laid on the bed with his upper half propped up on some pillows. His shirt rested on the top of his belly and his legs were spread apart. Louis sat in between Harry's legs while talking to Blue.

Blue kicked several times where Louis laid his lips on the stretched skin. "Not much longer and you can be kicking around out here. Where there's more room. And you won't be hurting me so much."

Louis laughed. "I'm really glad we're having him. I was really worried at first, but I think we can handle this."

"I do too," Harry agreed.

*~middle of the night~*

"Louuuuuu," Harry whined.

Louis twitched before sitting up frantically. "Is he coming?"

"No. I need you to talk to him," Harry said. Louis sighed but laid back down facing Harry. "He won't stop kicking. And I can't sleep."

Louis pulled the covers down before scooting down to level with Harry's belly. "Look, Blue. It won't be much longer before you can do that all you want out here. But if you do that now, Daddy can't sleep which means he won't have enough energy to bring you into the world and we wouldn't want that now, would we?"

The kicking died down slowly. "Good boy." Louis patted Harry's belly before getting back at eye level with Harry.

"I think you're his favourite," Harry chuckled.

"I doubt that."

*~the next morning~*

When Louis' eyes opened, they opened to see an empty spot next to him. "Harry?"

He heard a faint noise from outside the bedroom so he got up. He headed down the hall. As he entered the living area/kitchen, he saw Harry leaning over the counter, looking down.

"Hey," Louis said, quietly.

Harry jumped before looking up. "God you scared me."

"I'm sorry," Louis said as he walked over to Harry. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," Harry answered. "But I've been having cramps since like two this morning so don't be surprised if we're in the hospital by the end of the day."

"Well if that's the case then you should be resting, not standing." Louis brought Harry to the sofa where he sat him down. "I'll get you some tea and breakfast."

"Thank you, Lou. Please don't cook though because a kitchen on fire is not something I want to deal with today."

"Haha very funny," Louis said sarcastically before walking into the kitchen.

Throughout the day, Harry got several cramps, but none were in a specific time order so they decided not to go to the hospital.

That is, until Harry got a real contraction.

"Louis!" He yelled from the bedroom.

"I'm coming, baby!" Louis ran down the hallway to the bedroom where he saw Harry leaning over the bed. "Another cramp?"

"No this is a contraction. This one hurts like three times more than the ones I've been having all day."

"Okay okay okay. I'm calm, we're going to the hospital."

"Louis, take a deep breath please. I'm fine. Just get the bag and I'll meet you in the car." Harry waddled off to the car while Louis grabbed everything they need them met Harry in the car.

"I can't believe he's coming," Harry said, rubbing his belly. "It just feels unreal."

"These past nine months have just kind of flown by," Louis agreed.

"I am actually pretty nervous about this. Not just the pain of labour and delivery, but of raising him. It's not going to be easy."

"But we can handle a challenge. We're Tomlinsons."

"Well I'm a Styles."

"You'll be a Tomlinson some day though."

Harry just smiled, but he cringed as he got another contraction.

Throughout the ride, Harry only had 2 contractions which meant he wasn't far dilated and Blue was no where near close.

"I'm hungry," Harry said as he laid in the hospital bed. They had been there for close to 45 minutes and Harry hadn't eaten anything since the night before.

"Let me see if I can get you something," Louis said. He walked outside the room and didn't return for a few minutes.

When he came back, all he had was a small styrofoam cup. "What's that?"

"It's the only thing the nurses said you can have." Louis handed Harry the cup and a spoon. "Ice chips."

"Well it's all I've got." Harry took a bite then looked at Louis. "This doesn't taste like ice."

"I put some flavour in it. I put cherry. I know it's your favourite."

"It's good. Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby." Louis kissed Harry's forehead before sitting down on the bed next to him. "Here."

Louis took the cup of ice and started giving spoonfuls to Harry. "This is kind of boring."

"Want the telly?" Louis asked.

"Not really. Can you call the nurse so we can see if I'm progressing at all?"

"Of course." Louis hit the call nurse button then sat back down.

A few minutes later, a nurse walked in. "A everything okay, boys?"

"We just want to know if he's progressing at all?"

"Well let's check then. It's about the right time we should anyways." She put on some gloves. "Will you spread your legs for me, honey?"

"This is so awkward," Harry whispered to Louis.

"It may seem awkward now, but when you're delivering, to you, it's not going to matter who's looking. Trust me," Louis said.

"I guess we'll find out."

"Well it looks as though you are at about four centimetres so not quite in the active stages of labour. But if you reach five centimetres and your water has not broken, the we will have to do that."

"Is there any way that I can help it break?" Harry wondered.

"Yes. Walking around, swaying hips your hips a little, that should definitely help."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Call me if you need anything else."

She left the room. "Will you help me up?"

"Course, baby."

Louis helped Harry out of bed, be he had to sit right back down because of the searing pain in his stomach. "Oh contraction."

Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's body and massaged his back. "You're doing so good, baby."

"These contractions suck," he groaned.

"Just keep doing what you're doing."

As they walked around the room and hallways, Harry could feel Blue get considerably farther down. "He's so low."

"Let's head back." Louis out his arm around Harry's waist for support.

"Oh my god he's right between my hips."

"We're almost there." As soon as they stepped in the door, Harry's water broke.

"Thank god."

"Okay okay. Um just sit here." Louis helped Harry sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm getting the nurse."

Louis ran out of the room, leaving Harry to deal with the unbelievable pain of a contraction.

When Louis and the nurse walked in, they saw Harry trying to rock back and forth on the edge. "Louis....."

"I'm here, baby." Louis was immediately at Harry's side.

"I can feel his head," Harry whined.

"Let's get up on the bed, baby. The nurse is coming."

"No I can't. He's coming out."

"Hello, boys," the nurse said walking in. "Let's get you ready, Harry."

"His head is coming out!" Harry cried.

"Do you think we can get you sat up against the back of the bed?"

"No he's coming now."

"Okay here's what we're going to do," she said, putting on some gloves. She walked over to Harry and kneeled in front of him. "Do you think you can spread your legs for me? I need to see how far along you are."

"He's going to fall out."

"He's not going to fall out, love. I promise."

"Louis," Harry said, looking at Harry.

"Hey, I'm right here for you, Hazza." Louis grabbed Harry's hand. "You can do this."

Harry needed before slowly opening his legs. "Good boy."

"Where is he?" Harry asked shakily.

"He's crowing. Louis can you hit the call nurse button for me? We've got a baby to deliver."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"He's just fine," the nurse assured. "We'll have your little boy here in no time."

She started prepping while Louis helped Harry onto the bed. He had his feet in stirrups and he was pushing soon after.

"Good job. Last push," the nurse said.

Harry sat up and pushed for the last time. High pitched cries echoed in the room. "Can I get a time please?"

"Twelve fifty three pm," another doctor said.

"Here he is," the nurse said, putting the baby on Harry's chest.

Harry wrapped his arms around the newborn. "Hi, baby boy. Little Blue."

Louis kissed Harry's forehead then looked down at the baby. "He's perfect."

"I can't believe he's here. After those nine months, I feel like time has just flown by. Now he's here. We're parents."

"We are." Louis kissed Harry's forehead again. "I'm so proud of you."

*~a few days later~*

Harry and Blue were released from the hospital. Blue was born very healthy as 6lbs, 3oz.

When they got home, Harry brought the baby into his bedroom and talked to him while Louis unpacked the hospital bag.

"Your grandma is going to be so happy to see you," Harry said quietly. "She'll be watching you a lot until summer starts."

"Tell him about the park down the street," Louis said.

"Oh right. There's a little park that's right around the corner that I'm sure you'll be very familiar with." Harry laughed a little. "Welcome home, Blue."

*~2 months later~*

"C'mon, H," Louis called. "Let's go!"

"I'm coming!" Harry finished throwing nappies into the diaper bag then came down the hall. "I'm ready lets g-"

Harry stopped as soon as he saw Blue.

He saw this:

"What do you think?" Louis asked.

"He looks like your son," Harry said.

"Hey a footballer has a son and the clothes, he dresses him in them."

"Well I think he's adorable," Harry said. "Now let's go!"

They played around at the park for hours before Blue got exhausted and fell asleep on the walk home.

When they got home, Harry and Louis put Blue in bed and took a well deserved nap with him as a happy family.

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This is officially my longest story!! 6064 words!!! 76 pages!! Thank to all for reading!!!

All the love,
S, xx ❤️❤️