Help me. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 1]

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Louis was just exiting his bathroom when he heard the door on the other side of the hallway opening. He shook his head at Harry amused before he stripped out of his clothes leaving him in his boxers. He closed his curtains and hopped into his bed and sighed contently, but his eyes ripped open when a scream rang through the house. He jumped out of his bed again and looked around frantically when he realized that it was Harry. He rushed out of his room, but froze in his steps when he heard a crying sound coming from downstairs. He sighed to himself. What was he supposed to do now? Harry was probably scared because of the movie and he was all alone and it was Louis' fault. He couldn't leave him alone tonight and just pretend he didn't hear it, or could he? No, of course not. He decided to check on him first before making a decision on what to do. He had to improvise when the time would come.

Louis climbed down the stairs and flicked the light on in the living room. Harry whimpered and hiccuped and Louis' heart broke when he only saw his body under the duvet which was shaking.

"Harry?" He asked cautiously. Harry only whimpered more and made himself even smaller. Louis sighed and slowly walked towards him. He grabbed the duvet and pulled it off Harry's body slowly which caused Harry to scream and he grabbed it again. "Hey, Harry. Calm down. It's me. Nothing can happen to you, alright?" Louis said soothingly and slightly touched Harry's arm.

Harry stiffened and looked at Louis with big eyes. "W-what? I-I'm not s-scared." He stammered with glassy eyes.

"Sure you're not, baby. Come on, let's go to bed." Louis smiled at him, but Harry shook his head.

"N-no, I don't w-want t-to sleep in there. I s-stay here. You c-can go t-to bed, I'm f-fine." Harry stuttered and started shaking again.

"I didn't mean that you should go to the guest room. You sleep with me. Come on, now." Louis stood up and held his hand out for Harry to take. Harry looked at him flabbergasted, but slowly reached his hand out. Louis took it and pulled him up from the couch and grabbed the duvet before he guided a still shaking Harry up the stairs.

When they were in Louis' bedroom Harry stood in the middle of it not knowing what to do.

"Do you want to stand there all night or will you join me on the bed?" Louis asked with a quirked eyebrow as he laid down on the left side making room for Harry.

"N-no, uhm, are you sure? I c-can go back to the living room. I know you don't like things like that." Harry said nervously, fearing that Louis could blow up if he was too close to him.

"I will survive." Louis smiled. His heart stung a bit because Harry was so scared of him, but it was his own fault and he couldn't blame him for that.

"You know what? I uh, I don't want to sleep here...uhm, I just...I go back to the living room. Thank you for the offer though." Harry whispered carefully. He turned on his heels ready to leave the room when Louis spoke up again.

"Stop." He said determined. Harry stopped in his tracks. "Come here now. That's an order." He said sternly.

Harry turned around and faced Louis who sat up against the headboard and glared at him.

"Lou-" He started, but Louis cut him off.

"Now, Harry." Louis' gaze darkened and his patience was used up.

Harry slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He fiddled with his duvet next to him, not daring to look at Louis.

"What's going on in your head?" Louis asked now more gentle.

"N-nothing." Harry mumbled.

"Talk to me Harry." Louis demanded.

"I just, I...you said that you have never slept in the same room as your subs and you don't like things like that a-and you've been so nice to me lately a-and I'm scared that you wake up tomorrow and it all gets too much for you and you kick me out and yell at me." Harry rushed out, he stumbled over his words a few times. It was silent for a minute and Harry was sure that he had fucked up now. Then, Louis sighed.