Left Alone ~ ( MPreg L.S.)

XII**

🚫 Trigger Warning 🚫

   ~ Harry ~

Harry is a 22 year old, studying to major in Law -even though he didn't want to- It was his father's choice but he pretended to enjoy it while trying to find other ways to be happy in college, like his boyfriend and the handful of friends he does have or spending time with his sister when he had time.

He was a fairly talkative kid, unless he was around people that made him uncomfortable or just rubbed him the wrong way. Even so he didn't have much friends that weren't because of his boyfriend, and sometimes he didn't think they liked him much.

He lived at home to be closer to his parents and to not have to worry about a job or paying bills. But he mostly spent his time at the dorms or in the library just so he wouldn't be in their way.

"Harry, come down here," He hears his dad yelling from downstairs. "Coming!"

He jogs downstairs and jumps over the couch, landing next to his dad, "Yeah dad?"

"I told you to stop doing that."

Harry blushes looking down, "Sorry, mum... um what did you want, dad?"

"Oh- we wanted to meet your girlfriend. You never bring her over."

"Dad, she's busy... with school and sports... you know how it is.."

Anne crosses her arms, "Weekends are a thing, Harry. What are you hiding her for?"

Because she's a he.. He thought to himself before sighing, "I'm not hiding anything... she's busy and it's too early to meet parents."

"No such thing. I met your mother's parents the first week."

"Well this isn't the 60's or whatever." He says truthfully, making his parents glare at him. "We want to meet her soon."

"What if it's not a girl?" Harry says shyly, looking away too afraid to see their reactions but his dad laughs. "Yeah right. No son of mine is gay and you know it's a sin so don't joke around."

His mother stands, "I don't ever want to hear you say that again in this house. Joke or not." She storms off, going back into the kitchen.

"Um I forgot I had plans to study with friends... can I go?"

"Sure but remember to bring your girl around."

Harry stands with a fake smile, "Right." He quickly grabs his things and leaves before they say anything else.

He wishes deep down he could be himself and introduce his boyfriend to them but they clearly wouldn't understand.

Harry hated that he had to hide Joey all the time but he didn't seem to mind, or just hid it really well.

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Harry sits on Joey's lap with his face buried in his neck, listening to his friends tell dumb stories about their childhood. He chuckled at one of their stories, making his boyfriend look down at him.

"Oh that's funny?" Joey tickles his side, "You didn't laugh at mine, baby."

He giggles more, pulling away to look at him. "It wasn't funny." Joey playfully pouts knowing it gets Harry everytime, "No, babe don't pout. You have other funny stories. I'm sorry. Hey, I have a funny story wanna hear?"