Royalty 👑 L.S.

Chapter 13

Louis's POV

It's finally time for the ultrasound with Zayn. Harry couldn't make it this time, because his stupid brothers, Well I guess Liam's okay, wanted to have lunch together. It was probably Liam's idea, he seems the most mature one out of the boys.

Zayn rubbed the cold gel on my forcing bump. Just wait til it looks like I'm pregnant with bowling balls.

"Ready?" Zayn looked at me in confusion, but you could tell there was sympathy and excitement at once. Zayn wanted to have a baby too. He tells me all the time. 'And Liam will be the father. Blah blah blah.' Zayn also knew of the incident. Liam told him, and telling Zayn was better than telling Damien, or worse his father.

"Yea, I'm ready." I finally choked out. Today I was finding out how many I was expecting. I hope it's only one, I don't want to be the size of a wrecking ball, much less raise two at once for my first time parenting.

God, was not on my side today. And I'm truly hate him for it.

"Was Harry that good in bed." Zayn smirked as he looked at me and back at the screen, showing triplets.

"Shut up Zayn." I crossed my arms, but couldn't help but be happy. I was having three kids at once. That's a lot. Some families have three kids and don't have anymore. Harry on the other hand, goes on and on saying that if he could have 20 kids he would. Well congratulations Hazza. I'm giving you three kids out of the twenty with one pregnancy.

"Louis. You know. This is a great thing right?" Zayn placed a hand on my shoulder. Snapping back to reality, I looked up at him. Is he dumb or something?

"Zayn of course this is a good thing. The only problems are looking like a wrecking ball and if his father finds out even the slightest, what would happen. I don't even want to know."
My thoughts went straight, to the dungeons. The torture tools still left collecting dust in the building. What if one was used on him? No, Harry wouldn't allow it.

"Zayn. Can I have a picture of them. For Harry." I spoke as he was about to clean things up.

"You could have asked earlier. But sure, whatever."

"Be careful Z. You're getting mood swings. You might be pregnant too." I snickered as I heard the printer running.

"Well Liam wore a condom, unlike Harry. So no I'm not. There's a 10% chance I can even get pregnant."

"Condoms break Z. Plus you could be that 10% like me."

"It's no gonna happen. I plan on being dominant next time." I couldn't help but bust out laughing. Zayn dominant, over Liam. Zayn falls head over heels just by looking at Liam. Dominant Zayn. I don't see it.

"I don't see you being dominant. You're so submissive."

"Says the pregnant man." Zayn rolled his eyes and handed me the picture or my forming triplets.

I walked down to Harrys room, being careful, trying not to be seen.

"Hey. How are you Mr. Sneak." One of Harry's guards that guarded his room would always ask how was everything, how Harry treated me, the pregnancy. Hell he heard the making of it two months ago.

"Everything is great. And to answer the question I know you're going to ask. I'm having triplets.

"Congratulations Louis. I can believe it though. I was right out the door."

"Yes. I'm sorry that you had to..."

"No no. I knew what was happening and I just smirked. Harry was going on about how pretty you were that night. He told me to leave and I stayed. Believe it or not I love smutty romance. Plus. This whole drama, nerve racking play you're pulling is fun to watch no offense. It just feels like I'm in a movie. I love it."
I felt a mix of emotions but I couldn't help but agree. Smutty romances, were just better in a way. I mean people made porn for a reason. It's not so romantic as it is smutty. But reading it is way better. Our situation was nerve racking. I do have a panic attack every now and then. Not good for my kids.

I suddenly heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Why do castles have to be so quite and hallways especially give off the most echoes.

"Nice talking to you. But imma go hide inside." I quickly opened the room doors as I heard the guard say his goodbye. I ran and quickly, like it was a sixth instinct. Hid in the closet space. I heard the doors of the room open.

"Louis." I could barely hear Maria's voice. "What was it watermelon?" Watermelon was all I needed to come out. I got out without a second thought and cams face to face with Maria. She had tears in her eyes as she mouthed the words sorry. Behind her was a man I never wanted to come face to face too. Harry's father.

His eyes covered in a sheet of anger, stood behind a crying Maria.

"I was forced Louis. Please don't hate me." she whimpered out. The King slapped her upside the head. Maria, being petite as she was, feel to the floor.

"You." His words made me feel like he was choking. "You're filthy white trash ass better get out of my sons room. And out of this castle!" I jumped back at bit. No not now. Where's Harry? Where's Harry?! I saw Zayn run in and look at the King.

"Zayn. On behalf of knowing this piece of shit was in here. You're fired. That goes for you Maria!" I've only first meet the guy and he's a complete asshole. No wonder Harry hates him.
I slowly walked out of Harry's room. I walked down the hallway, but picked up pace when Harry's dad started following me.

After a few minutes, I was up to running down the hallway. Why was it so long. I finally made it to the opening where the castle doors led to the outside. Harry was there. He looked up at me with worried eyes. Then his eyes widened, I knew he saw his father and I ran towards Harry. He wrapped me in that protective boyfriend way. Putting himself between his father and I.

"Harry move out of the way!"

"I'm not moving."

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Hey Everyone!

So I decided to keep writing the story. Someone really kind helped me.

Cliffhanger. I know I hate those too. But I feel like doing a double update today.

Here's Chapter 13. I hope you all love it.

Word Count ~ 1079
I hope everyone is doing well.

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~ Ryan