Not So Simple

Month 2 (the last chapter had been month 1)

Wrapping a self-conscious arm around his stomach, Louis looks at the people near him, swallowing thickly and trying to remember how to breath properly. It had been Harry's idea to tell the boys as soon as possible, so that they can have that huge weight lifted off their shoulders. Easier said than done, apparently, because Louis suddenly feels sick to his stomach and it isn't just the morning sickness. This is nervousness and anxiety, curling up into the pit of his stomach and just lying there.

Okay, maybe mixed in with a little morning sickness.

Harry proves to be little help with Louis' fears, holding Louis' hand and humming a song under his breath. He's been absolutely ecstatic lately, beaming whenever he looks at Louis and smiling all widely. It's cute, adorable, even, and Louis can't help but kiss him when Harry gives him those looks of pride and happiness. But back to the point, Harry's basically no help whatsoever, not easing Louis' nerves but making them even worse.

"It's such a short amount of time since I was pregnant... What if they judge me?" Louis rambles so only Harry can hear, politely denying a rather gross looking sandwich from Niall. The Irishman only shrugs and starts eating it himself. Louis forces himself to look away from the sight.

"Who cares, Lou? At the end of the day, you're still pregnant with my baby and that's all that matters." Harry says proudly, kissing Louis sweetly on the lips and causing Louis to blush lightly. Harry's probably the proudest father Louis' ever met, and the baby isn't even born yet. It makes Louis think about how lucky he is to be pregnant with Harry's baby and not some inconsiderate prick's who wouldn't care at all. Louis has made the right choice, he decides, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

Liam looks at them with a small smile on his lips, looking a bit wistful too, Louis can't help but notice. What's wrong with him? Zayn, his brain reminds him. Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Poor Liam...

"So, I've got some important news!" Zayn says suddenly, and the four other lads turn to look at him. "I've, um, starting dating this girl named Kara. We've been dating for a month now, actually."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Harry asks, incredulousness coating his voice.

Zayn shrugs, almost sheepishly. "I dunno, she was sort of nervous for you guys to know about her because she didn't want you to dislike her."

"We haven't even met her, how could we not like her?" Liam spits out, and Louis removes himself from Harry, sitting next to Liam instead. He gives Liam's leg a pat, trying to be discrete and not give Liam's real feelings away. He thinks Liam tries to tell him a thank you with his eyes or something, but to Louis it just looks like he may have an eyelash in them, causing him to blink funnily.

"Her words, not mine." Zayn answers, smiling at Liam and Louis. "I really would like you guys to meet her, though. She's tall, blond, fit, really fit, and her boobs-"

"Oh my god, Zayn, nobody wants to hear about your girlfriend's boobs!" Louis chides, putting his hands over his ears. He shoots a look Harry's way, just because he's curious about his reaction to talking about boobs, (he gets this nagging feeling every once and awhile that Harry still likes girls more than guys) but is only met a smile Louis' way. Louis smiles back, stretching out so his head is on Liam's lap and his feet on Harry's. It's surprisingly quite comfy.

Zayn bites his lip. "Just because you and Harry are gay doesn't mean I can't talk about boobs." He utters cheekily, and Niall smacks him on the arm, leaving a grease stain and emitting a groan from Zayn. "I just washed this!"

"And we're the gay ones," Harry mocks, laughing when Zayn glares at him.

"Anyway," Zayn emphasises, "I was wondering when a good day would be for us all to meet up?"