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

Chapter 16

-Louis Point of View-

The babies. The babies are happening now. Like right now. What? What!? The twins are being born right now?! But how?! I just, I don't, what.

"Louis." I was snapped back into reality when I heard Harry's cry for my name.

"Alright. Um, I..." I went over to him and put him on the counter. "Don't move!"

"It hurts." He whispered. I nodded.

"I'll just do the car seats and get the bag and we'll go, okay?" He winced. "Harry I-"

"Just go. The bags are-" He let out a groan and gripped onto my arm. "The bags are in the bedroom." I nodded and scrambled into the bedroom. 2 bright blue bags was in the corner of the room next to a little table with all the scans on it. I raced over to get them.

Car seats. You can't bring the babies home without car seats! I heard another groan escape Harry's lips from the kitchen. I looked at the door. "F*ck." I mumbled to myself. I ran to the door and back to Harry. "You alright." He shook his head.

"Louis, I love you but-" He grabbed my collar. "DO THE F*CKING CAR SEATS!" He screamed. Okay, that's enough motivation for me. I nodded.

"I'll be right back just-"

"LOUIS!" He screamed again.

"Right." With that I ran off to the nursery. The car seats, thankfully, were unpacked from its box. I took both in my hands and rushed back downstairs. I could hear Harry's breathing from the front of the house. I carried the car seats outside and hooked them up as fast as I possibly could. Thankfully, growing up with the twins in the house helps in some ways. I shoved the bags in the back seats, then ran back in the house to get Harry.

"We're gonna go now okay?" He nodded and I hoisted him up of the counter and locked my arms with him as we walked out the house, him heavily breathing all the way out the house.

I drove like a maniac to that hospital. Harry was literally clutching onto the door. When we finally did arrive at the large white hospital building, I barely parked. I just rushed out the car, ran to Harry's side and helped him get out of the vehicle.

-Harry's Point of View-

I watched Louis pace around the hospital room impatiently. He was biting the side of his thumb, gripping at his black hair.

"Louis?" He snapped around, his thumb still in his mouth. "Come here." He retreated to my side. I reached out for his hand. "We will be fine." He sighed and ran his hands over his face. "Are you scared?" I asked. He turned scarlet and nodded.

"I don't know what to do." He whispered.

"Tell you what, call our mum's. And Liam and Niall. That'll help. Tell them that if they don't hurry up and get their butts over hear they'll miss the birth of their grandchildren." Louis smiled. He pecked my forehead and picked up his phone.

That's when I felt it.

The first contraction.

And it hurt worse than any stomach ache, sickness, any kick I ever had.

Louis nearly dropped his phone at my yelp. A nurse came in at my screaming, wearing purple scrubs.

"Alright Harry, it's just a contraction. It's alright. Do you want Louis to hold your hand?" She asked.

"No. I'll cut of his circulation." I said with a groan. so grabbed the bed sheets, and tugged at them hard. Really Hard. Hard enough they'd probably rip. Louis stared at me, his face in a panic, as he talked away on his phone.