one mistake from being together | l.s mpreg au

thirty four

"are you sure you guys are alright?" perrie asks, biting her bottom lip. "i mean, this is sudden. you guys were just not speaking to each other, and h! you we-"

harry cuts perrie off by pushing her back gently, towards the door, a smile on his face. "pez, we'll be fine, i'm sleeping on the couch. we'll take it slow."

perrie sighs, "i just... you're finally together, and i don't want anything... bad to happen."

"nothing bad is going to happen." harry assures her. "i will text update you until we go to bed."

perrie sighs, and nods. she pushes past harry, and kneels down to louis, who's sat on the couch, cuddled in blankets and yawning. "call me if you need me, babe."

louis nods. "m'kay, p."

"i love you." she kisses his cheek.

"love you, too." he smiles sleepily.

she sighs, and then goes to the door. "bye, harry. love you."

"i love you, too, perrie."

with that, she's gone, leaving the two alone - really alone, no pressure alone - for the first time in nearly a month. "hi." louis hums.

"hi." harry says back, smiling.

"so."

"its been a month, louis." harry says, softly.

louis nods, and sucks in his lower lip. "uh, i... i got another crib."

harry smiles. "oh?"

louis nods, and holds his hands out. "yeah, i want you to see it."

harry helps him up, and they walk to the nursery together, where the second crib is set up, but is sitting in the middle of the room, with the mattress in it, but no bed sheets or stuffed animals like the first baby's crib.

"its pretty, lou, baby. who set it up?"

"um, z did." louis says, running his fingers along it. "and... i was thinking about names. for mason's brother..."

"alright, lay 'em on me."

"well. um. evan, luca, jaden, stefen, payton, preston, uh... tate?"

harry hums, and rubs his hand over louis' swollen stomach. "alright, well, i like preston. and tate is good, too."

"i... i really... like tate." louis murmurs. "and, um, tate and mason... they sound good together... right?"

"right." harry agrees.

"and... i was... i was thinking, since mase got your middle name, i thought maybe the other one could have mine..." he trails off, before quickly look up, "i mean, unless... unless you wan-"

"william is a lovely middle name, louis." harry cuts the small boy off. "why're you so nervous, lou?"

louis looks down, to which harry tips his chin up. "i... well, like. i don't want you to get mad at me..."

harry smiles and dips down to kiss louis' nose. "i'm not gonna get mad, baby. william will be baby number two's middle name."

louis nods, and takes a deep breath. "o-okay. uh... f-first name?"

"what sounds right?" he trails off. "preston william styles... no."

louis nods, and bites his lip, "um. tate does. sound right, i mean. mason edward and tate william styles..."

harry kisses louis (and fucking yes, this time it fucking means something finally). then his hands are on louis' bump where the twins rest. "'lo, tate." a baby kicks at him. "and hi, mason."