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

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"Haz?" Louis called through the house when he exited the basement from his workout. The basement was finally done after Harry had talked into him to finish this project and by hook or crook Louis had actually managed to get it all done.

He wiped his sweaty forehead with a small towel, his chest and back were littered in sweat and his shorts were clinging to his body. He overdid it with weights today and he ran five kilometers more than usual on the treadmill, but he was so stressed from the past days with work that he needed to let loose in order to calm himself down.

"Harry?" Louis called out again frowning. Where the hell was he?

They were together for almost three months now and everything was quite good, but the last few weeks they were fighting more than usual since Louis had confessed to him that he didn't want kids. They were never fighting about this topic, but in general. Harry was moody the whole time and Louis was stressed out and with both of their characters it was just a matter of time until it degenerated and they were on each others throats- and not in a good way. The last time they had been fighting was almost a week ago thankfully and Louis hoped it would stay like that, he was tired of arguing about the stupidest things.

When he still didn't receive an answer he sighed and went upstairs to take a shower and change. He was dying of hunger and originally wanted to ask Harry if they should order something or if he was about to cook, but that turned out quite difficult when Harry wouldn't react to his calls and he had no idea where he could be.

His question was answered when he stepped into the bedroom where Harry was standing in front of the mirror scowling at his reflection just wearing a pair of panties.

"I called you." Louis just stated observing him with a raised eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe.

"I know, the entire country probably heard you." Harry grumbled not even glancing at him. Louis' jaw clenched. There was no need for such a remark when everything was fine between them and it was getting on Louis' nerves that Harry was such a brat lately.

"Pipe down with that tone a bit." Louis said with a threatening undertone. He thought about Harry's last punishment three weeks ago and he wondered if he needed to get reminded of who had which role in their relationship again.

"Do you think I gained weight?" Harry completely ignored his threat as he spun around and pressed his hands on his hips frowning.

"What?" Louis asked perplexed.

"Did I gain weight?" Harry asked again looking at Louis expectantly.

Shit, Louis thought. This had to be one of those questions Zayn had warned him of when he told him a few things about relationships. He said to never tell Harry that he had gained weight or anything about his body in general, no matter what happened.

"No, of course not." Louis said quickly.

"Don't lie to me." Harry scowled.

"What the fuck is going on with you?" Louis asked baffled.

"I just want to know if you think I am fat!" Harry exclaimed angrily.

"I don't think you're fat, Harry! Where is this coming from suddenly?" Louis pushed himself off the doorframe and walked further into the room irritated.

"Because I can literally see that I gained weight and the scale confirmed it!" Harry said frustrated. "I don't want you to not be attracted to me anymore." He said quieter now and dropped his head.

Louis crossed the room quickly and stopped in front of Harry lifting his head with his index and middle finger.

"I will always be attracted to you, darling. Yes, you have gained a little bit of weight but not much and I love it, okay? I love every inch of your body, so stop with that self-doubts, alright?" He said gently but Harry's frown increased.