Witch Doctor

two

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The vibration of my phone awoke me. My alarm. I didn't have the sound on because I knew how bad Louis hated it. Well, the concept of waking up early in the morning was what he hated, he made sure to make that clear when we first moved in together by giving me a punch square in the jaw. I then learned my lesson.

Quietly, and carefully I slipped off Louis' hard grip. I then proceeded to get ready for work. I worked in a well organized publishing company. I was an editor. With a stable GPA and very good literature degree I managed to get a good paying job to support Louis and I possibly even....

I shook my head. Pulling on a dark jumper, I grabbed my keys and a muffin. Walking over to Louis, I squatted down. I brushed over his hair that was disturbing his eyes. The small light that went through the curtains gave Louis some kind of spot light making his features lighter than before. It was as if he turned young again. Back to when we were sixteen.

"I'm so sorry, Lou" I whispered, careful not to wake him up, "I promise I'll try my best to give you what you want. But only a man can do so much."

I gave him a kiss and stood up. Giving him one last look, I finally got out the door.

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As much as I tried to concentrate, I couldn't. All the ten scripts I had to have edited, were piled up neatly in my small desk. It wasn't a very small desk, and it wasn't the biggest desk. It was good enough for my laptop to sit comfortably, a stack of unedited scripts, a vanity pencil, pen and highlighter holder, and a picture of Louis and I.

After pulling on my hair several times in order to get of the sad fuzzy feeling, I decided to get on the internet. The first thing I searched was 'male preganacy'. Obviously it was all theories and crappy rituals to be able make it happen. I then typed in 'possibility for male pregancy'. Just like the other websites I read the ridiculous rituals. I then came upon a website, I don't know how I ended up here. After many random clicking, I came over to a webpage.

The layout was black and brown. There was a quote at the top of the page.

"Dreams can come true."

It had the strangest introduction.

Marie Laveau.

Organization founded since early 1800's.

We practice magical ways to make your dreams come true. Our magic seeks only to the people most needed by it and well deserved. We give out a 100% guarantee you will leave satisfied. Just remember. There's always consequences.

I looked over to the tab where it had 'Feedback'. Surprisingly people's feedback was great they were all happy with what they got, whatever it was that they got. At this point I was intrigued more than ever. I went back to the side tab and clicked on 'Fertitily'.

Most people were born with incapibilty to give life to another being. Here we can even make that come true. With the right spirit and tools, we can help you.

Without another word I wrote down the phone number, address and website on a sticky note. Maybe this could be it. This might be what we need. What Louis needs. Oh yes. Oh yes! This could be it. I could tell. My heart began to sped up, a huge smile begin to grow, my head began to sllightly lighted. This could be it.

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I pull up at the driveway of our house. Even the house looked slightly dull. I reached over and grabbed my three scripts that I didn't get to finish at work. Happiness and hope full filled me. I skipped over to the door and opened it. Instantly, the smell of garlic and parmesean hit my nose. I shut the door behind me and placed my keys and scripts down at the coffee table at the living room.

Slowly I walked over to the kitchen. Louis was there in all his glory. Grey sweatpants hanging low, an old The Rogue shirt and his hair was tussled on his head. His back was turned to me as he stirred something on the stove. I smiled and slowly walked over to him. Once I was close enough to him, I could hear him humming, not sure what, but it sounded calming. I slithered my arms around him and rested my head at the crook of his neck. His muscles tensed then relaxed against my chest.

"Hey," he breathed out.

"Hey," I whispered. I turned my head and lightly kissed his jaw. He let out a small giggle which made my heart swell up.

Pictures of the website came to my mind. I was debating with myself if I should tell him or not. Should I tell him now? Or wait? What if I told him and then later to end up with the in capability to do the 'magic' happen with him because of his sex?

"What are you making?" I asked.

"Spaghetti and garlic bread." He answered.

I took notice of his voice. He didn't sound cold, dull and lifeless. He sounded calm, a bit weak but calm. "Simple but effective," I smiled against him. "I'll get the plates."

I made my way towards the cupboards and grabbed two plates, two forks, and two cups. I neatly placed them on the dining table. I smiled of how I placed the plates for us both to sit together. I then remembered something, Louis hasn't cooked, not since...

"Harry!" Louis called.

I walked over back to the kitchen. Louis was holding a basket full of garlic bread. "Could you please carry the pot of spaghetti." He asked nicely. I nodded and took the pot of food. I followed him to the table and placed down the warm spaghetti down in the middle. I sat down and waited patiently as he placed food on my plate.

It was a small ritual we used to do. When he'd cook, I would help place the food on the table and he would be the one serving the food. I noticed the amount of food on his plate, as much as it hurt, I decided to stay put. It was the largest quantity he's had of food for the last two days.

As I reached over to grab the parmesan, I noticed Louis fumbling with his hands. "Sorry for being like this," he finally said. It was as if it was Deja Vu. He had said that yesterday too.

"No," I placed down the parmesan and took his right hand in my mine, "Quit blaming yourself. Don't ever be ashamed of your feelings. You're feelings are real. They are what make you. They are what make me love you."

"That's what I'm sorry about," My heart broke, my stomach dropped to the floor. He doesn't want me to love him? Does he not love me?, "You love me too much. My feelings have interrupted your happiness. I see you, Harry. I noticed how you're slowly going to same path as me. I don't want that. I care about you."

I looked at him. I looked deep into his eyes. They were filled of pity and sadness. Oh no. I pushed his hand away and quickly took him into my arms. I held him tight. I pretended as if my arms were filled of some kind of happiness. Something to reassure him.

"I love you, a whole lot, Lou. We are one. Okay? I will obviously be affected by your feelings, as you will be of mine." At this point tears were slightly blurring my vision. I could feel a bubble inside my throat making it hard to swallow. I could feel Louis slightly shaking in my arms.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you, Louis. And I promise, I'll make you happy again."

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[side note: i changed my user from glitterylou to nonpatient. and the profILE PICTURE IS ME DRINKING COFFEE PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE]

holy mosses harry never fails to break my heart ;-; im a tad bit late on updating sorry my wifi was being cRAP so yeah hope you enjoy. :) please share with ur larry pals. vote if ur larry af.

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