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

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It's been five days since Harry found out that he was pregnant and he still didn't know if he should tell Louis or not. He was terrified of his reaction, so he couldn't bring it over himself to even address something into that direction. On one hand he wanted to tell him because he didn't want to keep such a huge secret from his boyfriend, but on the other hand he was almost sure that Louis would kick him out and ban him from his life forever and then he'd be on his own.

What he did know was that he was horny as fuck and just wanted Louis to destroy him. So when he came back from Uni he barged through the front door panting heavily from sprinting from the car to the door. It was normal by now that he was driving with the Range Rover while Louis took his Aston Martin.

"Lou? Lou, are you there?" Harry called into the silent house. When he received no answer he practically towards Louis' office ripping the door open, but Louis wasn't there. "Louis?" He called again, but there was no sign of his boyfriend.

Frustrated he fished out his phone and dialed Louis' number.

"Hey, darling. I can't really talk right now I'm in a meeting." Louis greeted him, but excused himself from the table hurrying out of the room.

"When are you coming home?" Harry whined. He was close to crying because he needed Louis so badly, pacing up and down the living room biting his nails anxiously.

"I don't know. Two or three hours, why?" Louis wondered not noticing Harry's stressed out state.

"Nooo! You have to come home now." Harry whined again. Louis chuckled in disbelief.

"Darling, I can't. This here is important. I'll come home as soon as I can, alright?" He asked softly.

"No, you don't understand. I-it's an emergency." Harry rushed out. He felt like he was exploding and if Louis wouldn't hurry up now he would go to the playroom and do it himself shoving something up his ass, not caring that he wasn't allowed to touch himself without Louis' consent.

"What? Why? What happened? Are you alright?" Louis' alarm clocks perked up and a worried crease made its way to his forehead.

"N-no, I'm not feeling well....a-and I don't k-know if I'm g-going to f-faint soon..."Harry stammered out a lie.

"Harry, what the hell is going on? I know you're lying, so what's the matter here?" Louis asked sternly and Harry gulped. Shit, Louis just knew him too well.

"Fine." Harry huffed. "I need you, Lou. Like, really really badly now. I want you to-"

"Okay, woah, stop talking right now! I can't get fucking hard at work, Harry!" Louis snapped quickly not letting Harry talk further.

"But I need you to wreck me, pulling my hair while pounding into me." Harry continued either way in a cute voice while biting his lip. He was so turned on right now that he was already incredibly hard.

"Harry, I'm warning you. Stop that!" Louis hissed. Thankfully he went to his office where no one could see the state he was currently in. He felt that he was growing in his pants and he really didn't need that right now.

"Daddy, I need you. Need your cock." Harry whined exaggerating.

"Fucking hell." Louis breathed out banging his head on the surface of his desk. He breathed deeply through his nose in order to calm himself down. "Goodbye, Harry. And don't think this won't have consequences." He said sternly before hanging up without giving Harry the chance to respond. He had to stay strong, he couldn't just go home, even though that was the only thing he wanted right now. Going home and fucking his boyfriend senseless.

"No. No, no, no!" Harry called out frustrated throwing his phone on the couch. "What do I do now?" He asked himself pacing through the room desperately thinking of what to do.