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"It's a girl," Louis announced in his soft voice over the microphone.
He received a deafening cheer from the crowd as he performed in front of twenty thousand people at one of the most beautiful arenas in the world, nearby a port, overlooking the beautiful sunset. Behind the shades, he could see the pregnant fan going crazy over the announcement as she hugged her presumed partner and Louis couldn't tell if they were crying tears of joy or it was just sweat. He smiled wide inadvertently looking at the couple so in love. He had just helped them with their baby's gender reveal on stage while in the middle of one of his tour shows and suddenly the breeze was a lot more relaxing and colourful.
Louis loved when he was a part of his fans' or friends' love story in any capacity because he's a romantic at heart and his mind quickly went to the day he decided to put a stop on his own suffering, after battling a decade and a half long fight against the industry closeting, hand in hand with his partner, Harry Styles.
"Are you absolutely sure Hazza?" Louis asked with his cold and clammy palms clutching the phone in his hands. He looked at Harry with his teary blue eyes. Harry was shaking, not with fright, but with excitement and relief. Louis knew Harry wanted this for so long, he knew it was Louis' own demons attacking him every time he had felt a little brave, only to be dragged down eventually back into the dark spiral.
"Take my hand Lou," Harry spoke in his deep voice, brushed by his thick moustache as the words came out of his mouth. He was kneeling down near Louis' legs who sat down on the sofa in front of him, sweating in a fully air-conditioned room. Louis stared into Harry's eyes and quietly asked him if it was worth it. Harry was growing impatient in the moment when ironically over the years, throughout their relationship of ups and downs, Harry had matured a lot with his patience and obsession.
"Just take... take my hand Lou," Harry repeated as he stared into Louis' eyes. Louis gulped.
"Alright San Diego, we've got a couple of songs left and I want you all to give me all you got, here's Miss You," Louis announced as he continued with his performance, internally wanting it to end as quickly as possible so he could quickly call Harry and tell him that he was missing him a lot, suddenly. After a point the crowd blurred into one as Louis jumped across the sections of the barricade as he sang the last song, Palaces. On his way back to the stage to pick his drink and waved a final goodbye to the crowd, he could see a couple of signs that said:
"HARRY <3 LOUIS"
"LARRY FOREVER"
Louis' heart swelled again with a mix of pride, love and overwhelm but he tried to maintain his composure and not let the feelings make its way to his face.
"Goodnight!" he signed the show close as he picked his drink from the ground and walked away from the stage into the green room, trying to look as non-chalant as possible, while rushing internally. He never had this urge to call Harry after his show this intense ever before, but something in him wanted to quickly board a flight to London, abandon the remaining tour and stay with Harry away from the world. He knew this was neither professional nor moral of him to do, so all he could do was patiently wait for his break so he could be with Harry, afterall, Harry waited for Louis patiently for a decade too.
Louis quickly, and impatiently, completed all his post show rituals where he thanked his bandmates, the venue organisers and his styling team for their efforts to put up another stellar show.
"You alright lad?" Oli, Louis' best friend, asked.
"Yeah, why?" Louis answered abruptly as he packed his things from the table and changed into track pants.
"You seem distracted," Oli replied as he looked around for left over stuff to pack.
"Just a bit tired, I'll be hitting the sack so early tonight," Louis tried faking a yawn but Oli saw right through his facade. He crossed his eyebrows as Louis forced a guilty smile at him.
"If anything's bothering you, I'll be a call away," Oli bumped his fist into Louis' and walked out of the room. Louis let out a sigh and smiled a little as he followed suit and switched off the lights behind him. Many thoughts were running in his mind but something kept saying that he needs Harry right now. He had to hear him or see him, even if they were on different continents committed to their work. He wanted to call him but it was early in the morning for Harry and despite knowing that Harry was a morning person, Louis didn't want to call him, in case he was still sleeping. Louis kept fidgeting with his phone as he walked outside of the venue towards his tour bus, around which scores of fan crowded together to meet and click pics with him.
Louis eventually gave in and called Harry.
He waited for three seconds and then hung up as he saw fans screaming for him as soon as he was visible to them. He remembered the times when he used to panic talking to Harry when around in public but now, it was all very liberating. He no longer needed to hide it. Louis started walking towards the crowd as the cheers increased in intensity and he smiled as big as his heart, so he quickly put his phone in his pockets and went out to click pictures.
About 5000 miles away in London,
Harry was far from being asleep. He woke up sweating and panicking.
He was still in his pyjamas after returning from a late night flight in from Amsterdam yesterday, where he recently concluded the first leg of his latest tour. Harry was not exactly tired, but he wasn't sleeping well lately. He checked the phone and it was seven in the morning.
He took two deep breaths and checked if Louis had left any message for him, but much to his disappointment, he hadn't. He didn't know what exactly was bothering Harry but he knew something was wrong. He spoke to Niall yesterday about it and the latter agreed that Harry needed to visit the hospital soon. While Harry contemplated about it, he jumped off the bed and felt the dizziness he had been dealing with since a week now. He hadn't told about this to his boyfriend, Louis yet because he didn't want to add on to the list of his tensions while on an arena tour himself.
He texted Niall about it and went to the washroom.
London breeze was a little cold in the morning but it wasn't the reason of Harry's cold feet. He washed his face and for a split second felt like something in his stomach churned. He paused and waited for the movement to happen again but it didn't and instead Harry suddenly felt a familiar metallic taste in his mouth.
"Oh no," he moaned as he retched into the toilet pot and threw up for the second time in twelve hours. His eyes teared up and his throat was paining when he was finished as he flushed it down. Harry washed his face again and gargled to clear his mouth. He felt dizzy again and walked out of the bathroom.
He lied down on his bed with his head spinning so much he thought he might pass out.
"What the fuck is happening," he groaned as he turned to his side and buried his face in his palms. The room of his London home was cold, but Harry was sweating again.
Harry's phone buzzed and he thought it must be Niall responding to his text but instead it was Louis. Harry froze in his place and his brain fogged. He was hiding his illness from Louis since a week and he was sure if Harry spoke now on the phone, Louis would instantly realise that he was sick. Much to Harry's relief, the call hung up in three rings and he closed his eyes again.
"NIALL WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" he groaned again as he waited for Niall's advice.
Louis' Tour Bus, en route Los Angeles, California.
Louis finally sat down in his tour bus and flung out his phone with bubbling anticipation of Harry's missed calls but there were none. Louis' face dropped as he opened his call logs to see if the notifications bar was glitching, but even there was no mention of Harry. Louis presumed Harry was still sleeping so he put his phone away and closed his eyes to relax too.
The next morning while still being on the tour bus en route Los Angeles, Louis woke up with mild headache as the fresh sunlight seeped into the bus. He woke up with his rugged hair all over his face and puffy eyes that were barely holding it together. He saw Oli already being up and scrolling on his phone.
Louis walked to him through the narrow aisle of the bus and sat beside him.
"Morning," he spoke in his raspy voice. Oli was taken aback as he quickly clicked his phone shut. "Woah," he spoke, "you're up early."
"Looks like you were plotting against me," Louis joked.
"Right," Oli snapped, "like I need to plan to over smart your peabrain." Louis smacked Oli's head playfully as they both started laughing.
"How long till we reach LA?" Louis asked as he slouched back on the seat.
"Almost there," Oli spoke as he peeped outside the window.
Los Angeles looked very welcoming as bright sun shone above the tall skyscrapers. As they neared the JW Marriot Hotel near the arena Louis was performing later in the day, they could spot a couple of fans huddled here and there to catch a glimpse of Louis.
"They love you lots," Oli beamed.
"Yeah," Louis spoke in a low voice, "I was so stupid to think the world would abandon me if I'd hold Harry's hands." Oli turned towards Louis with crossed eyebrows. Louis gulped and continued, "I sometimes genuinely want to rip my heart open and fit in everyone inside it. I cannot tell you how much their support means to me Oli."
Oli put his hands over Louis as he pulled him into a hug, "you're very brave Lou, both of you."
"And to think that you weren't going to attend Glastonbury," Oli laughed as he rubbed Louis' back. Louis laughed as he got reminded of how Oli pushed him to go when he was hesitant to attend his favourite music festival because Harry was going to be there expecting Louis to fulfil his promise.
"Come on!!" Oli groaned, "you cannot be missing this just because Harry is going to be there too?"
"You do NOT understand," Louis shouted back, "I cannot."
"YOU CAN!" Oli shouted back, "YOU CAN LOUIS!" Louis threw a cushion at Oli that narrowly missed his face.
"It is your problem that you do not want to be near the person you fucking love because you promised them you're going to announce to the world that you love them!!!" Oli screamed.
"Shut the fuck up!!!" Louis retaliated.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!!" came a voice from behind as both Oli and Louis stopped shouting and turned towards the door of the hotel room they were in. It was Lottie, Louis' younger sister standing there with her hands full of plastic bags. She was dressed completely ready for the music festival the three of them were going to attend but instead she encountered her brother and his best friend fighting.
"You're going somewhere?" Oli asked sarcastically, "because clearly someone here doesn't have enough balls to face their crush at the ripe age of thirty fucking three."
Ouch.
"Lou you're not coming?" Lottie turned towards Louis, who took a deep breath and just hung his head. Lottie dropped the bags and walked towards her brother. She held his chin up and spoke softly in a mother-like voice.
"Lou," she began, "I know that you're ready. Harry knows that you have it in you. We're all rooting for you. But you don't have to if you don't feel ready enough." She could see Oli throwing hands in the background. "But you wanted it this way don't you? At a festival, because it is only fair to thank the Leeds Festival that you two attended years ago? And anyways Glasto isn't gonna happen next year."
"Now we're talking!" Oli jumped in, "Glastonbury is having a Fallow Year, you won't be able to do this next year."
"Okay fine!" Louis surrendered.
"I'm coming."
"Yeah," Harry replied restlessly as he spoke to Niall over the call.
"Tell Lou when he's back at the hotel so if you're asleep on meds at least he'd not panic," Niall spoke on the other side. Harry tapped his feet incessantly as he half listened to whatever Niall was saying. Funny how about twelve hours ago, Harry was desperately waiting for Niall's call but now it was the last thing on his mind full of racing thoughts.
"Take care of your voice though, you have a show to perform with this throat infection."
Harry half-heartedly carried this conversation as Niall continued being the sweetest friend. "Alright Niall, I think I'll go sleep now," Harry tried to end the call and Niall took the sign. Harry didn't waste two seconds as soon as the call ended and he rushed to his laptop. It was late in the evening and he had consulted a doctor. He told Niall that it was a throat infection that caused him all the vomiting and fevers but he lied. He couldn't bring himself up to tell the truth to him, before telling Louis.
He quickly opened his calendar and looked into both his and Louis' date sheet. His eyes rushed through the dates like two green marbles scrambling in a white ceramic plate.
"14th June Pheonix and Wembley Night three, 17th June," he mumbled to himself. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialled Oli.
"Come on.." he cried impatiently as he waited for Oli to pick the line. Oli did on the fourth ring and Harry nearly spoke everything in one go, "Hey, about the surprise that I talked about in the morning, I think Lou's Pheonix show will be perfect for you to fly him to London for 17th June."
"Wait, wait," Oli struggled to keep up with Harry's pace, "what will I tell him? he hadn't said anything about attending any of your shows."
"PLEASE," Harry cried, "you HAVE to make this happen like you did with the vibrator prank. Oli I'll never ask for anything ever again, PLEASE."
"Alright, consider it done Hazza."
Harry could kiss him if he were there but he tried to suppress his excitement, "I owe you my life! I'll send the file tonight."
He let out a deep breath and opened his hospital file lying on the bed near him. His heart was pounding in his mouth just by looking at it. He wanted to jump, laugh, cry and scream all at once, but he was also nervous. He quickly scanned the page and sent it to Oli. He waited with bated breath when his phone finally started buzzing. Oli was calling, that Harry was sure, in a rush of panic. Harry bit his lower lip and picked up the call.
"HARRY EDWARD STYLES WHAT THE FUCK?" Oli bellowed on the phone and all Harry could do was blush and giggle in his place.
The next few days....
Louis and Harry went about their shows with the usual routines but something about Harry's behaviour was bugging Louis. He wasn't talking to Louis like he used to do and always seemed in a rush to hang up the call or even make weird excuses. Harry once said he was having a "one-day UTI" so he had to rush to the toilet more often than not. His mind was juggling about the potential reasons why Harry was trying to avoid him but he couldn't point at a single feasible one.
"Don't think about it much," Oli advised Louis as he sat down beside him in the hotel breakfast buffet table, "it must be difficult to handle the residency and throat infection together."
"Are you being serious lad?" Louis snapped, "he's home. HOME. Throat infections don't give you one day UTIs. I'm telling you something is wrong."
"Do you just speculate and not talk directly every time?" Oli rolled his eyes.
"Can you be supportive for a change?" Louis snapped back.
"So what do you want me to say?" Oli spoke a little louder, "that there's a three day gap and you should fly home to see him?"
Louis' mouth was open. Oli knew he hit the right spot and he tried not giving it away.
"So.." Louis thought to himself audibly, "but it means I'll have to skip the FIFA game."
"Shit," Oli thought.
"But Harry's acting very weird," Louis shook his head, "I have to go see him. We can watch some other game."
After another hour of bickering over whether they should leave England's football World Cup game against Croatia and go meet Harry in London who is acting strange for concerning reasons, Oli finally managed to gaslight Louis into flying back home. He promised to book his flights and align everything so that Louis can both meet Harry and attend his third Wembley show.
As soon as he was out of Louis' eyeline and earshot, he quickly sent a text to Harry confirming that his plan worked. Louis was successfully pranked. But before that, Oli had to do a bigger job for tonight's show. Louis was performing in front of twenty thousand people again, but Oli wasn't concerned about the setlist or Louis' outfit.
14th June, Louis Tomlinson How Did We Get Here? World Tour, Pheonix, Arizona.
Louis took the stage and performed like the true Rockstar that he is as he navigated through his hit songs and delivered beautiful vocals in both acoustic and otherwise performances. He was wearing his shades again and could barely read the signs that the jumping fans put up in the air for him to read, unfortunately.
"Alright Pheonix, how did we get here?" Louis spoke to the crowd as they cheered back loudly. He tried reading a couple of signs again and interacted with the fans as he was halfway through the set. He could see that Oli worked up with his bodyguards and brought in an envelope.
"Okay what do we have here?" Louis spoke on the mic as he leaned down to take the envelope. He had a feeling that this was another gender reveal request from one of his fans and he looked in Oli's direction to spot anyone pregnant, but the venue lighting and his decision of wearing shades indoors didn't help the case.
"So is it what I think it is?" he spoke as he tried to spot a pregnant fan again but he couldn't. He opened it and it was indeed a sonogram with an attached result saying, "It's a girl."
"I'm sorry my eyesight's a bit weak, I cannot spot you," Louis spoke in the mic as he heard a loud cheer from where he pointed at towards Oli. He was even more confused as he saw multiple hands shooting up in sky on his gesture that were possibly the excited fans just happy to get noticed by him. He panicked a little and pretended to spot the mother and spoke in his mic with a quiver, "okay are you ready?"
The whole arena cheered for Louis to announce it. Louis kept looking at the same direction struggling to find her but he had the show to finish, so he anyways announced on the mic with a high pitched voice resembling the excitement, "IT'S A GIRL!"
The screams were so loud Louis laughed and lost the sight of the spot altogether. So he decided to keep it all as his little secret and was curious to find out more details about it later on twitter through his burner account. For the remaining night, Louis focussed on his performance and delivered yet another high quality show for his insanely dedicated fanbase.
After the usual post show rituals, instead of hopping on the tour bus, Louis and Oli headed towards the airport. Louis was still not sure if he was doing the right thing by choosing Harry over a live FIFA game from the stadium but he knew in the end it will be good. Like it was last time, when he chose Harry over the world.
June 2025, Glastonbury.
Harry looked at Louis like his world had just stopped spinning. He had done it. Louis had done it. It was the first step towards their freedom. Louis had promised Harry that he is ready to come out to the world with him. But just to test the waters, Louis casually liked a reel on instagram.
It wasn't just any other reel, but a Larry reel that showed how Harry looks at Louis like sun shines through his eyes and flowers grow everytime he speaks. It was a huge statement. Louis liked a Larry reel, while being with Harry publicly in the same place. Harry was waiting for it all to sink in so that he can finally post his side of the story. They were ready to come out.
But Louis was panicking now, he was visibly shaking with all the permutations and combinations running through his mind. Was he truly ready? Sweat broke across his forehead. Harry's excitement and shock turned into a worry as he kneeled down in front of Louis, who was sitting on the sofa.
"Are you absolutely sure Hazza?" Louis asked with his cold and clammy palms clutching the phone in his hands. He looked at Harry with his teary blue eyes. Harry was shaking, not with fright, but with excitement and relief. Louis knew Harry wanted this for so long, he knew it was Louis' own demons attacking him every time he had felt a little brave, only to be dragged down eventually back into the dark spiral.
"Take my hand Lou," Harry spoke in his deep voice, brushed by his thick moustache as the words came out of his mouth. Louis stared into Harry's eyes and quietly asked him if it was worth it.
"Just take... take my hand Lou," Harry repeated as he stared into Louis' eyes. Louis gulped.
After a couple of minutes, while the internet burned down and melted over their actions, Harry decided to put more gasoline into the fire. He had a photo of his and Louis' hand interlinked with their anchor and rope tattoos aligning perfectly that he posted on his instagram account, an hour after Louis liked the reel. He captioned it as, "Love is only for the brave. @louist91."
They could see the world coming to a halt and their notifications blowing up like crazy. Louis sighed in relief as he sunk on the sofa he was already sitting on. Harry climbed on to him softly with his pounding heart and kissed him softly.
"No more hiding," he spoke as he planted another wet kiss on his lips. Louis grabbed his waist with his sweaty palms and kissed him back with a little nervous shiver.
"No more hiding."
Louis' landed on the 16th of June and the day was nothing how he wanted it to be. Harry's mum, Anne had come to pick him up from the airport and although they didn't need to hide anything anymore, Anne was a little too conscious of her surroundings in the public. She usually was the most confident lady Louis has ever known but her demeanour felt as weird as Harry's behaviour lately. Although she told him it was nothing to be worried about, Louis was feeling a lot concerned.
And to top it all up, Harry hadn't met him the whole day, at all.
Louis was pissed at his lame excuses that included tour rehearsals and doctor appointments but Harry had never avoided Louis like this. Even when they were closeted and their relationship was an open secret to the world, Harry had always braved to fight his way through tight schedules and public haze to meet Louis every chance he got. Louis feared that Harry was hiding something. Something sinister.
Louis wanted to go back to America and thought it was all a waste of time as Harry probably needed some time alone but Oli convinced him to stay for Harry's performance. Louis didn't want to go but he almost never won against Oli when it came to decision making. So be it, Louis put on his black silk shirt over white vest and blue jeans that almost every time made Harry kiss him uncontrollably.
17th June, Harry Styles Together Together Tour 2026, Wembley Night Three, London.
As soon as Oli and Louis entered the venue and the video clips of them circulated everywhere on social media, they could feel all the eyes on them as fans climbed onto each other to take a look at Harry's boyfriend, his ex bandmate and a superstar himself, Louis Tomlinson. He could feel the warmth flooding all over his twitter as supportive fans loved having him at Harry's show for the first time after the band's split.
"Did he reply to your text?" Oli asked as they both settled down on the seats of the VIP box as Harry's pre-show playlist played in the stadium. Fans were slowly and steadily gathering in the pits and taking their seats in the nosebleeds.
"Nope," Louis replied as he scrolled mindlessly on his phone. Interestingly, he still hadn't seen a single fan claiming to be the owner of the sonogram he had read in his last show. It felt weird, but lately nothing was making sense in his life.
"Hmm.." Oli mumbled as he straightened his shirt trying to catch Louis' attention.
"You're looking fine lad," Louis commented.
"Oh no, it's just that pink's not my colour," Oli emphasised. Before Louis could reply anything, Anne and Gemma, Harry's sister walked into the VIP box too. Louis instantly stood up to hug them in pure surprise.
"I didn't know you were coming, should've told me!" he said as he hugged Anne who was wearing a pink dress looking beautiful as always. He then hugged Gemma who was wearing a pink dress too.
"Look's like we're all co-ordinated!" Gemma smiled at Oli as she next hugged him.
"And no one told me about the dress code either," Louis laughed but he internally felt alone too. Everything was too overwhelming for him and a simple mis-coordination of outfit colours with his family made him sad. He didn't know why, but he felt like going home and rather be alone. But there wasn't much peace for Louis to ponder about it as a deafening cheer meant the show had started and everyone around him took their seats.
Harry walked on to the stage that met even wilder cheers as for the first time he wasn't on theme with his tour outfits. He wasn't wearing his usual shirt-tie and pants but instead he was wearing a dress. Louis' mouth was open but he felt more anger as he noticed he was wearing pink too. It was all planned and no one told him. He tried to remain calm but internally he felt betrayed. He wondered why neither his family nor his best friend even bothered to tell him that they were going to wear the same colour as Harry. He gulped and tried to hold back his tears and continued to pretend to enjoy the show. Internally he wanted to cry and shout.
Harry didn't seem like he had a throat infection as he sang beautifully and kept changing the lyrics like he did on every show.
For Golden, he sang "I know we're not scared because now we're both open!"
put up Blue-Green fish as the visualisers for Music For a Sushi Restaurant.
And in Adore You, "I get so lost in those Blue eyes."
But nothing lately lifted Louis' mood. He was agitated and just pretended to clap along Anne and Gemma. He smiled here and there but stayed mostly away from the edge of the VIP Box to avoid any fan capturing his real mood. He need not another controversy when he was already so overwhelmed with his own demons.
He didn't realise how quickly a hour and a half passed and it was the time for Harry's encore performances. Louis stood up and started hugging everyone to bid goodbye.
"Why are you leaving, son?" Anne asked softly.
"Just a bit tired mum," Louis replied, "the jet lag's kicking, I s'pose."
"Only three songs left Lou," Anne replied, "we can go together after that. Please?" Louis could never say no to Harry's mum, who was his mum in all ways too. He pursed his lips and sat down against his will. Another round of deafening cheers announced Harry's arrival on the stage again. Louis looked at him with a bit of tears in his eyes. Even from so far away, Harry looked like a princess in that pink dress that did melt Louis' heart.
"Alright everyone," Harry spoke on the microphone that vibrated throughout the stadium. The shoutings and hollerings died down a bit to let Harry speak.
"Every show this is the point where I play a surprise song as you lot call it-
A cheer cut Harry in between.
"And tonight it is a lot special than ever, because my family is here-
Another loud cheer that made Harry smile and blush, matching the shade of the dress.
"And my Lou is here-
The stadium went mad. Louis' heart pounded as he felt the vibrations of the fans jumping in joy as they heard his name. The camera panned towards their VIP box but Louis was hesitant to stand up. He blushed too. All his nervousness and overthinking drained down the pipe as he felt giddy again.
"But there is another reason why tonight's special."
Louis crossed his eyebrows. He felt a little tingle behind his heart as this wasn't expected and he didn't know what Harry had planned. He looked at Anne and Gemma but they were giggling among themselves, almost as if they knew what was going to happen. But before Louis could spiral back into feeling alienated, Harry spoke on the mic again.
"Before I say anything else, here's something I'd like to show you all." The crowd went silent and Louis could almost hear his own heartbeats that were tightening in his chest with anticipation.
A video of Louis played on the screen as confused fans both cheered and saw it in confusion. Louis finally stood up to take a better look at the screens. He instantly realised it was the day he revealed the gender of the baby he couldn't spot the mother of. He was so confused as to why it was displayed at Harry's show. When the video stopped, Harry instantly spoke on the mic not letting the fans have any moment to think what it was about, "So this video did circles on the internet because no one could spot the mother in the crowd."
"What the fuck is happening?" Louis looked at Oli who was smiling too, much to his despise.
"Why is he saying this openly?" Louis was agitated. He could see the crowd looking at each other and mumbling words of confusion.
"But before you guys think it was staged," Harry continued, "let me tell you, it was."
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?" Louis bellowed.
"It was staged by... me."
And suddenly it all made sense. Louis couldn't hear the crowd as if the ninety thousand people had gone silent or he himself had gotten deaf. He knew what was happening but he couldn't believe it. His throat was dry as if Harry's infection transferred on to him and his eyes were wide in shock. He turned towards his family and they were all crying now with big smiles plastered on their faces. It all made sense now.
"Yes Lou, you revealed the gender of OUR BABY!" Harry bellowed on the mic as his voice quivered and he rubbed his belly looking directly towards the VIP Box Louis was standing in. The crowd couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Harry Styles, the princess of pop, had just announced that he was pregnant with his first child with Louis Tomlinson, the rock genius.
Louis felt like he stopped breathing and his chest forgot how to beat. The stadium started spinning as he let go of everything and fell to his knees, crying. Oli, Anne and Gemma rushed towards him to celebrate the moment as the camera captured it all and displayed it on the big screens. Harry cried on the stage too as he pulled his dress from the sides to reveal a very tiny, blink and miss bump to the crowd.
Louis cried his heart out as he realised the gravity of the situation. He was going to be a father. A father to Harry and his baby.
"So for tonight's surprise song, here's Kiwi..."
The cheers were so loud Louis nearly felt it in his bones as Harry enjoyed his moment on the stage and shouted on the mic, "I"M HAVING YOUR BABY, IT'S ALL YOUR BUSINESS!!"