Louis In The Rain Dialectical Journal

Chapter Text Louis finds himself on the floor of his room, crying, when his last pair of jeans -jeggings really- don’t fit anymore. The button popped right off when he finally got it in through the hole. Twins or not, he’s just nine weeks; it’s too early to be wearing maternity clothes. In a fit, he tosses the stupid button at the wall, yelping when it ricochets back and hits him on the head. Like clockwork, Liam is rushing into his room. “Are you okay? I heard you scream - do we need to go to the hospital?” Liam crouches down feeling for a fever. Louis slaps his hands away, not wanting to be touched at the moment. He feels disgusting. “None of my pants fit anymore Li, and my shirts are getting too tight, and I just feel so unattractive and-” …show more content…

They are supposed to have the best gender neutral maternity wear around. Louis eyes a few items and decides - fuck it - he can splurge on this stuff; he’s going to be wearing it for a better part of the year anyway. They leave with three bags full of clothes and two more stops for food before making it back home. Liam carries Louis stuff up to their loft, ignoring the menacing daggers Louis is shooting at his back. He’s pregnant - not handicapped. He can carry his own stuff thank you very much. Louis gets their door open and lays back onto the couch, sighing when his back gives a satisfying crack. His bones have all been feeling very achy as of late. “If you’re still hungry Lou, I was going to make some pasta and baked potatoes. I found this recipe for low calorie and I’m dying to try it. I think Zayn said he’d try to be home for dinner, but you know how that goes,” Liam pauses to yawn. “I think he’s been really inspired lately. Tommo?” Liam calls out for Louis, only stopping when he sees him dead asleep on the couch. He’s more pregnant then the sky is …show more content…

The person you worked under has been terminated, and the company was hoping to have you on board - as acting manager.” Louis set his fork down, taking a few moments to process what Harry just said. “I don’t buy it, and if you haven’t noticed - I am carrying a baby in here,” he gestures to his bump, “and I can’t have that kind of stress. I already have too much going on.” “I thought you were having twins?” “Right sorry, babies. Even more reason I can’t be too stressed out. I told you I have a lot going on…” Louis stops mid-sentence. “How did you know I was having twins?” Louis gets up, backing away from Harry, genuinely creeped out. He remembers Zayn saying something about pepper spray in one of the kitchen drawers. “No please, let me explain,” Harry holds his hands up to show he means no harm. “I’m the father.” Louis glances to where he’s sure the pepper spray is. One leap, and he could safely reach the drawer, if he doesn’t get vertigo. Harry follows his line of sight and steps in front of his path, not wanting to find out what is in there. “Wait please, before you yell or anything, let me just