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

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"Darling, are you really sure we shouldn't wait until the baby is born?" Louis asked sceptically as he eyed Harry from where he was sitting on the living room floor with Charlie playing with a ball track.

Harry was sitting on the couch surrounded by wedding magazines, fabric patterns and menus of different catering services. He looked up at Louis and scowled.

"Yes, Louis. I'm sure. We don't have so much time!" He said grumpily.

Louis sighed deeply and shook his head.

"Why? Please, explain to me why we don't have so much time." He said slightly frustrated, being used to Harry's mood changes after one and a half pregnancies he had witnessed. Harry was in the fourth month and for some reason he didn't want to wait with the wedding until the baby was there.

"Because anything could happen, Louis! We could die soon, or I get kidnapped and you forget about me, or you run away with some younger vogue model!" Harry exclaimed.

"Sure, Harry." Louis said amused. "And all of these things can't happen when we're married?" He checked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry's face fell and tears shot in his eyes.

"S-so...so y-you w-would r-run aw-away?" His bottom lip wobbled and he bursted out crying heavily in an instant.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Louis muttered and quickly jumped up from the floor only to plop down next to Harry and pulled him in his arms, pushing the magazines away carelessly.

"Darling, I would never ever leave you and we won't die and I won't let anyone get near you to be able to kidnap you." He whispered in his ear as Harry clutched onto him and cried in his shoulder.

"B-but you'll l-leave me fo-for Jake!" Harry sobbed.

"Who the hell is Jake?" Louis asked perplexed.

"The model!" Harry cried.

"Haz-"

"Daddy?" Charlie whined and slapped his feet on the floor angrily looking up at Louis with a pout who sighed deeply.

"Just one second, Charlie." He said before leaning back and lifting Harry's head. "Haz, listen to me. I love you- and only you- and we have a wonderful son together and another baby on the way and we're literally planning our wedding right now, so trust me when I say I would never leave you. Not for some bloke called Jake and not for the Queen of England. Got it?" He asked softly.

"The Queen is old and wrinkled. And a woman." Harry croaked out with a disgusted face. Louis let out a laugh and shook his head amused.

"You know what I mean. I wouldn't leave you for anyone or anything, okay?" He said and brushed a curl away that had fallen over Harry's emerald eye.

"Not even when I get fat?" Harry pouted.

"Oh lord." Louis sighed. Thankfully he had learned from his past mistakes and he was prepared now. "You won't get fat, darling. Our baby is just growing inside of you so your belly will blow up a bit, but that doesn't mean you get fat. They just need more space." He said softly, on the inside he was terrified of Harry's reaction. Everything could happen now and he wasn't sure if Harry was satisfied with his explanation or would blow up now.

"You sure?" Harry asked sceptically.

"One hundred percent." Louis smiled.

"But you tell me when I get fat, right?" Harry checked.

"Of course!" Louis nodded quickly.

"Okay." Harry smiled satisfied. "I love you, Lou."

"Daddyyy!" Charlie exclaimed grumpily.