Louis's eyes fluttered opened. He blinked sleepily as he looked around the room he was in.

The walls were white with a sea shell border. It was pretty. The bed he was laying in contained white and brown sheets, blankets, and pillows.

He sat up and stretched, only barely remembering Harry cuddling into him the previous night. The younger man wasn't in here with him now, so Louis was slightly curious on- ow! Thinking wasn't a good idea with the migraine he had.

He sighed and caught side of a glass on the bedside table. Crinkling his brows, Louis leaned over and grabbed it, along with two pills and a sticky note.

Hey, love. I went to get breakfast for you because all I have is yogurt and granola and I'm sure you don't find that appetizing. Be back soon. XxHarry

Louis smiled and thumbed at the corner of the note. He wanted to kiss Harry right now. Thank him for taking care of him last night. Louis didn't get drunk often, but he knew last night that he could trust Harry to watch over him and he was right.

Louis laid back down and closed his eyes. After what seemed like minutes- but was actually an hour- Harry entered the bedroom and found Louis asleep, but the pills and water both gone and the note clutched in the older lad's tiny hand.

Harry smiled softly before setting the tray of food on the empty dresser and climbing onto the bed. He ran a hand over Louis's clammy forhead.

"Lou, love, can you wake up?" he asked softly, running his thumb over Louis's high cheek bone.

"Hmm," Louis mumbled, opening his eyes slightly. Harry grinned and got up to retrieve Louis's tray before bringing it back over.

"Sip up, baby, so you can eat," Harry ordered, sitting beside Louis, who slowly sat up against the headboard and took the tray.

"Would you like something to drink? I bought some tea to boil," Harry offered.

"You didn't have to do that. You don't drink tea, yet you bought some?"

"It's your favorite, Louis. I want to take care of you. Are you feeling ill?"

"Only my head. It's aching," Louis replied honestly, biting into his jam toast.

Harry hummed and got up, going into the kitchen to make tea while Louis ate. He was nearly done when Harry returned with a green mug of steaming Yorkshire tea.

"The way you like it," Harry added, handing over the cup.

Louis gratefully sipped the warm liquid, instantly feeling better. His nan had always made it when he was ill. She had died the year before, so no one was there to make Louis's tea. His mum cared, she truly did, but Louis had many siblings and they were all younger than Louis, making him have to fend for himself.

Nan always had a special spot for little Louis, who was a carrier and sweet and loving and different.

Nan had always called Louis 'bear' and Louis was planning on sharing that with Harry one day. Hearing the word of endearment fall from Harry's sweet lips would absolutely make Louis's day.

"You okay, Lou?"

"Yeah, fine."

Louis was thinking about a future with Harry and that.... That was more than fine.

~~~

"Are you sure you want to return home?" Harry asked quietly as they got into Harry's Range Rover.

"Yes, Harry. I have to be at work early tomorrow morning and I can't get distracted by cute boys with long hair," Louis giggled.

"Well, I have school, but I'm perfectly fine with being distracted by adorable boys with angelic laughs," Harry countered, pouting further.

Louis blushed and looked out the window. "That's sweet, Harry, but I really need to get back to my apartment."

"Okay. What's your address again?"

Louis gave Harry the address and drove a twenty-minute drive to Louis's apartment building. It wasn't as nice as Harry's, but Louis didn't have rich parents and he worked for his own money.

"Is your roommate home?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I believe so," Louis responded before smiling shyly and leaning over the dash to bravely peck at Harry's cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Absolutely. Want to go see a movie after the lesson?"

"Yes."

~~~

Plans change.

Louis had caught a cold, which found Harry in the piano room with Ashton Irwin.

"So, do you substitute for Louis often?" Harry asked.

"Whenever he needs me. It's not often. Louis isn't one to catch colds or anything and his family hardly ever has problems. His attendance is usually spectacular, but his health has been a little off lately. I wonder if he's pregnant."

Harry choked on his hot chocolate. "I- uh, I don't think-"

"Haven't you two had sex?"

"No! No, Louis and I aren't sexual yet. We... We are taking it slow. We barely know each other," Harry defended, using a napkin to dab at his wet lips.

"Oh. It's only that... Well, have you seen Louis? He's got a spectacular body and he's stunning in general."

Harry's face flamed and he stared at his cup.

"I'm aware of Louis's nice body... I don't want him in that way, though. I'm in love with his personality, not his body. That's great, too, but Louis is-"

"Did you say love? After saying that you haven't known each other long?" Ashton asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Love isn't set on a clock," Harry snapped, close to tears.

"I care about Louis. He's my best mate," Ashton said quietly.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Harry growled.

"I don't want him getting his hopes up. Louis wants to get pregnant- and soon. If you two end up together, he'd expect it to get serious fast. He's focused on having a family at a young age. He wants this, Harry. And I don't want you giving him false hope that you'll be the baby daddy and that you won't leave."

"I wouldn't do that!" Harry yelled, standing up from the piano bench. He was gripping his cup and tears were falling from his emerald eyes.

Who was this boy to tell Harry how to treat Louis?

"Please, Harry, calm down."

"Don't tell me-"

"I will! I will tell you what to do because it's not processing in your brain. I'm letting you know what Louis wants!"

"Have a nice day, Ashton," Harry snapped, leaving the room.

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Cute pie Ash above ^.^

QOTC:

What do you think of Ashton so far?

What do you think about Louis wanting a child so early?

PQOTC:

Do you usually read mpreg?

MA:

I've read a few, so my version may be a little sloppy. I don't have many in my library, maybe about seven, and that's not a lot because there is like seventy books in my library, I swear.

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