Alternative Parents *Larry Stylinson* -MPREG- (Completed) -Book 2-

Chapter 1

-Harry's Point of View-

I bit my pillow as the pain started again. It had been happening on and off for nearly a month. Now, it's just constant.

"Louis!" I shouted nearly in tears. I heard the patter of his bare feet running across the floor before I saw him enter our bedroom.

"What's wrong babe?" He asked walking over to my side, kneeling in front of my face.

"It hurts. Really bad. Louis-" He placed a kiss to my forehead and ran his fingers over my stomach.

"You probably ate something bad again and have a stomach ache." I shook my head.

"No it really hurts Louis." He frowned. He removed the duvet off my shirtless self, and down to my hips, and planted a kiss over my abdomen. I relaxed instantly, and the pain seemed to weaken, although not fully. He pressed kiss lips again to my stomach, this one on my navel. Then he rubbed my side with his warm fingertips.

"Feel better?" He asked. I nodded slightly and blinked my eyes sleepily. He pulled the duvet up to my shoulders. "Go to sleep. I'll get you a hot towel or something to put on it okay. Do you think you're gonna be sick?" I shrugged as the dull pain turned sharp. I tossed my head and dug my teeth into the pillows. My hands ripping at my skin.

"Louis." I whined. He kissed my forehead again.

"I'll be back in a minute babe, don't worry about it. Just try to get some rest." I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pain in my stomach, however it wasn't exactly an easy thing to do.

Louis returned with a hot towel and a small trash bin. Also with a cup of water and an icepack. He placed the towel on my stomach, earning a content sigh from me. He put the water on the side table, bin on the floor, and icepack on my sweltering forehead.

"I have to go to work. Call me if it gets worse alright?" I mumbled a 'fine' to his words. "Alright. I love you."

"I love you too." I muttered. He pecked my lips quickly, before shutting the door, leaving it open just a crack, then leaving through the front door.

You see, Louis and I now live together in his little apartment. We had been dating for just over a year this past December, it's February now. We moved in together in October, and right around that time is when we both got tested. We had a pretty active sex life, and we basically just didn't want to use condoms all the time. So when we came back healthier than ever, we did. And about a month after Louis birthday, I started having pains in my stomach. First little hourly cramps. Then stomach aches. Now, it's progressed to me being stuck in bed for the past 2 days. I have somehow convinced Louis I'm fine. He keeps blaming himself, saying he's to rough when we're both in the sheets, but it's not. I know I'm not fine, but I tell myself I am. To avoid panic for both Louis and I.

I awake after about two hours of sleeping. The feeling in my stomach worse than this morning. I bit my pillow again and placed a hand over my stomach. It hurt. Really. Really. Really bad.

"Louis." I cried out. I knew he wasn't home, but I needed him to be home. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong with me. I had to get up. No matter what. I pushed the duvet off to Louis' of the bed. Thankfully, I was in sweats so I didn't worry about the pain of putting trousers on. But I had to get dressed. I had to get out of here. I went to sit up when I let out a yelp. I felt like I had been stabbed, like my stomach was flipping. I let a tear slip freely from my eye and I whined. "Louis."

"Get up Harry, Louis would want you to get up." I thought. I carefully slid of my bed, still in plenty of pain. The room felt like a spinning cyclone underneath my feet. I grabbed the bin and choked up the crackers I had forced down my throat this morning. Now I know something isn't right. I coughed a bit and spit into the bin before grabbing my shirt of the side of the bed. I slipped it on carefully, also thanking the world silently that my Chuck Taylors were next to me before I put those on to.