"What do you mean I'm pregnant?" I said in disbelief. "Doc if you haven't noticed, I'm a guy. I can't get pregnant."

The doctor put the transmitter down and rested his arms on the table next to me.

"Louis. Let me ask you this." He began. "Have you had sexual intercourse with any male partners within the past month or so?"

I instantly felt myself pale. "Uh... yeah. Just one though. Only once." I said as if it would make a difference.

"I see. And when this intercourse happened, was any kind of protection used?" He asked as if I was in elementary school and didn't know where babies come from.

I thought back to the night Harry and I had sex and I don't remember there being any condom. Really stupid on my part because who knows how many people he has slept with. I should really get tested for any sexually transmitted diseases.

"No sir. I don't believe there was. We were both drunk." I explained.

"Well Louis, while it is rare and only a number of cases have been documented, you do appear to be pregnant."

Dr. Wolford picked up the transmitter again and turned the screen towards me. He placed the transmitter on my stomach again and began to move it around. Sure enough, there was a little spot on the screen. You couldn't tell what it was If you had never seen an ultrasound before, but I had been to plenty of my mom's so I knew what it was.

"Would you like me to print out a picture?" He asked.

"Yes please. I don't think my mother will believe me otherwise." I answered. Then suddenly something hit me. "Hey doc?"

"Yes Louis?"

"Uh... since this doesn't happen often, there isn't going to be any like news coverage on it or anything is there?" I asked, really concerned on becoming some kind of science experiment.

"No son. If you don't want anyone to know about this, that is your decision and all of us at this office and the hospital will respect your wishes." He responded, immediately calming my nerves.

"Thank you."

The doctor printed me out a sonogram picture and wrote me a prescription for prenatal vitamins. He explained the importance of taking them every day. I went over to the lab room so they could take some blood. Then we made an appointment for a month from now for another ultrasound and I was on my way.

As I was driving home I was trying to think of how in the world I was going to explain this to my mother. She was definitely going to think I was joking. I pulled up to my house and glanced at the clock. It was only 11:30 in the morning so luckily my sisters were all at school and the youngest twins were at daycare. I got out of my car and went inside, preparing myself for telling my mom.

"Hey Mom?" I called as soon as I walked in the door.

"In the kitchen Lou!" she answered.

I walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I instantly put my head in my hands. I needed a nap, but first I needed to get this over with.

"Lou sweetie," my mom said. "What's wrong?" She sat down next to me and began to rub my back.

"Mom I need to tell you something." I began. "You're going to think I'm joking. You're going to think this is a joke and when you realize it's not, you're going to be mad. Please don't be mad. I'm scared enough as it-" She cut me off.

"Lou, Lou, Louis, Stop. Breathe." She said and I took a deep breath. "Now, what is the problem?"

I took the sonogram picture out of my pocket and handed it to her.

"Mom, I'm pregnant." I said in a soft tone.

My mom slowly took the picture in her hands. Her jaw dropped and tears began to fill her eyes. When she didn't say anything, I continued.

"The doctor said that it's rare. That I'm only in a small number of men who have gotten pregnant. Of course, that would be my luck. I can't believe this. Mom, I'm scared. I'm so scared." I rambled.

After a few minutes my mom looked back up at me and took a deep breath.

"Okay." She said.

"Okay?" I looked at her with a confused look.

"Yes, okay. We can handle this. You're 22 years old. It's not like you're Lottie or Fizzy. We can do this." She said calmly.

Suddenly I felt really relieved that she wasn't mad or screaming at me or kicking me out of the house.

"Now," she continued. "Do you know who the father is? I wasn't even aware you were dating anyone."

I felt myself pale. No. I couldn't do this to Harry. I stopped talking to him because I didn't want to ruin his career by people finding out he's gay. I certainly couldn't ruin his career by telling him I'm pregnant. I don't want to ruin his life. He worked so hard for everything he has. I can't ruin his life. I would never forgive myself. So I made a decision.

"No Mom." I said looking down at the table. "It was a one night stand with someone I met at the bar, the night I went out with friends after the concert with Lottie."

"You didn't get his name or a phone number or anything?"

"I did, but then I deleted it. We were drunk." I said, "It was just a hook up that went a bit far. It didn't mean anything to either of us." I half lied, hoping she would believe me.

She sighed deeply. "Okay honey. Why don't you go take a nap? Tonight we will discuss what to do."

I nodded my head and went up to my room. I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. "I can't believe I'm having a baby. Harry Styles' baby." I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, dreaming once again of curly hair and moss green eyes.

When I woke up a few hours later, I could hear the house full of kids. I got up and made my way downstairs.

"Fizz, where is mom?" I asked my sister.

"Outside in the garden." She responded.

I thanked her and went outside. I found my mom sitting in the garden with a cup of tea. She appeared to be thinking very hard about something. I went over and sat down next to her.

"Hi baby." She said softly.

I sighed. "Hi mom."

"You know I will support you no matter what, but you do know there are other options at this point right?" She asked. "Judging by that sonogram picture it's not too late."

I immediately knew she was referring to abortion. I only let myself think about it for half a second before the thought made me feel like I was going to vomit. I protectively put my hands on my stomach.

"Mom, I can't get rid of it." I said quickly. "I know this isn't an ideal situation and it will be really tough, but this is my baby. I can't get rid of my baby."

She smiled softly at me. "I kind of figured you would say that."

I chuckled lightly.

"So I'm having a grandchild?" She asked.

"You're having a grandchild." I confirmed.

She wrapped her arms firmly around me and kissed my temple. "You are going to be an amazing father, Louis." She whispered in my ear.

"I really hope you're right mom." I sighed. "I really hope you're right."