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

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Surprise updateee!!!

Long chapter ahead. This is probably the most important chapter of the whole story (until now at least), that's why it is so long. I won't say anything more to that, you will find out why by yourself. I'm just saying after this chapter you understand certain things better.

This chapter might be triggering and is pretty sad, so maybe before you read it you should grab some tissues- or not. I was crying, maybe I was just overreacting bc I'm such an emotional little shit but idk.

I will stop with this stupid note now and let you read. Enjoy. x

"I'm pregnant." He whispered.

Louis' jaw dropped and his eyes grew comically wide. It was dead silent for a minute, they were just staring at each other.

Eventually Louis closed his mouth as he repeated the words Harry told him just now in his mind over and over again. His jaw clenched and his eyes turned dark.

"What?" He pressed out through gritted teeth.

Harry gulped heavily. He was so scared of Louis' reaction right now who looked at him with such a crazy look on his face that Harry had no idea what would happen next. Louis could do anything, he was unpredictable.

The seconds of silence dragged out as Louis stared at Harry without moving a muscle. The latter one couldn't take it anymore as he dropped his head and looked onto the ground. He was sure Louis wasn't going to say anything soon and he asked himself if he actually didn't get what he said so he repeated himself in a small voice.

"I'm pregnant." His eyes watered and he squeezed them shut when he heard Louis sucking in a sharp breath. He knew it was over now between them, the look on Louis' face gave it away already.

"Are you serious?" Louis asked monotonously after another few minutes of silence. Harry didn't answer him, he was trying to calm his heart rate down instead. "Are you fucking serious, Harry?" Louis yelled. Harry winced at the sudden loud noise and nodded barely noticeable. "How long?" He barked out.

Harry pulled up his nose ducking his head to make himself even smaller, the tear drops were falling onto the ground freely.

"Four months." He whispered so quietly that Louis had trouble understanding him.

"Fou-...are you...wha-...You are joking, right?" Louis stammered out angrily. "Tell me you are fucking joking!" He shouted again.

"I'm not. Lou-" Harry whispered lifting his head with pleading eyes.

"Don't fucking say a single thing now." Louis threatened. His look was so cold that the temperature in the room seemed to lower to zero. He stared at Harry once more with an angry expression trying to get around what he had just heard before he shook his head and left the room without saying anything further.

As soon as he was out of the room Harry let out a sob and sank to the side crying in his hands.

Louis forced himself to blend out Harry's cries as he rushed down the stairs and into his office. He threw the door shut and slumped in his chair letting his head fall into his hands.

"This can't be happening." He mumbled to himself. He rubbed his hands over his face repeatedly, but he still couldn't believe it. That was the worst thing that could happen to him now and he was definitely not ready to actually realise what Harry had just told him. So he opened the bottom drawer of his desk where he had his emergency whiskey and placed it on the table opening the bottle. He drank straight out of the bottle not caring to get himself a glass.