Ugly love

Part-1(The beginning)

Warnings:

Since this is an mpreg, Louis' going to have a monthly period of sone sort which doesn't mean he's a girl. It's just is. He's still a boy with a willy. (That was lame)

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Year 1860:

The day was as bright as it could get, a smile lifting Louis' rouge painted lips, he eyed his sisters at the brothel, they were fighting over a can of milk. "Lily, take mines. Stop with the fuss already." He sighs though there's a smile on his face. Lily's brown eyes meet his,

"Lou, you don't know half of the struggles we face." She grunts sitting down beside him, Louis delicately rolls his eyes pushing the glass of milk towards her, "Hush you."

"How would he? Not everyone's lucky to have the governor himself and his expensive gifts." Tate, another one of his sisters says, at the mention of his governor, a blush as red as his lips fills his cheeks and he bites his lip.

"How's he doing nowadays? We barely see him here." Louis shrugs , the lace on his skin slipping down to reveal a beautifully tanned shoulder, "He's busy. Being a governor isn't easy ya know." Louis mumbles,

"Well angel, your man is parading around with his wife. He's not that busy after all Huh?" His heart throbs but he smiles nonetheless,

"She's his wife, Laurs. He's going to take her to the various soirées and parties and churches instead of me, a prostitute." Louis huffs.

"Well you know what Angel? Fuck that mayor let's go shopping. I'm pretty sure headmistress is not going to object, I mean we've been working plenty much." Lia says and they all agree.

"Angel's not going anywhere without a man. Special orders." Is the first thing they hear when They enter Headmistress Simone's room.

Louis groans. He loves his governor most of the times bit he hates it when he's got restrictions like this on him, the girls along with him groan as well, "Niall will take you girls for shopping. I heard all of ya. Now out."

Niall was a nice boy, who definitely had a crush on Louis, he had a boyish charm on his twenty five year old face that made him quite likeable, that and his cute Irish accent. He always made Louis giggle with his cuteness.

"Angel I think this might look cute on you." Comes the said boy's voice, Louis turns to see him holding a cute blouse frills decorating it and yeah it would definitely fit him nice enough. Smiling he nods and grabs it, "Yeah it would. Nice choice you got there, Ni." Louis giggles when a tomato red covers Niall's cheeks.

They continue roaming around the town's markets buying rouge, jewelleries, blouses, skirts and inner wears.

Louis was thirteen when he came to Orlando, his father, a scumbag had lost all his money and house on gambling with his mum dead, Louis was the bargained offer, the one who paid his father's doing by being sold out to a cheap brothel.

When he turned eighteen, he was out for business, even though he was a boy his delicacy and daintiness had all men on their knees for him, he was called Angel because of his looks, his nature and his eyes.

He'd lost his virginity to a man older than him by ten years, Harry Styles aka the governor of Orlando. Harry was passionate, rough, experienced but most of all he was loving, caring and brought Louis peace. Their first night together, the governor had held him gently, shattering him into pieces as lovingly as he could.