Still going strong. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 3]

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I wanted to take a break from publishing as announced and I'm still having trouble to even concentrate on editing and whatnot, not even to start about writing. I can't write at the moment, but I have a few chapters prepared already and I read a few tweets of people saying they're reading fics to cope, to distract themselves or to get at least a bit of joy somehow so I wanted to give you another chapter, hoping it will help some of you.
I am still heartbroken, the pain and despair comes in waves and I spend most of my days crying and asking myself questions I won't get answers to. I couldn't explain how lost, numb and shattered I am even if I wanted to, but I know you understand. Because you're feeling the same. It's gonna be a long way until we will heal, but we're in this together. We have each other. And Liam will forever be with us. 🪽❤️

The night was heavy, snowflakes didn't seem to stop falling when they coated the city in a white winter wonderland and the storm that piped through the streets made it difficult for the snow ploughs to clear the streets in the early morning hours, but that was a problem for the people outside.

When the sun was rising surprisingly after such a night the room got thrown in brightness by the sun rays that were reflecting in the snow, not even the dark curtains could prevent the light from shining inside, making the micro dust particles in the air visible.

They were dancing around in the roam of light that was thrown onto the bed where the bedsheets were rustling, movements caused them to go crazy like a whirl.

Harry didn't dare to open his eyes throughout the entire time. Not when he woke up feeling secured by the heat of Louis' body pressing against him from behind, not when his body tensed up from slowly being filled before they even said a single word to each other, not when Louis buried his face in his neck being surrounded by his heat and not when they finished together.

"Is it too late now to say good morning?" Louis murmured in his ear lazily, his already deep and rough voice cracked.

Neither wanted to break the connection they had, too tired and still in the bliss of their bubble of love. Harry hummed and turned his head with a soft smile, pursing his lips and of course Louis gave him what he wanted.

"Hm, no. Good morning." He sighed contently, feeling but not caring that the wet spot on the sheets extended when his member was still leaking from his ejaculation.

"Perfect start into the day." Louis murmured and ghosted his lips over Harry's cheek. He could feel himself softening and slowly slipping out of him, but he didn't dare moving, not ready yet for the disconnection.

"Can we stay like this all day?" Harry asked in just a breath.

"I'd love to." Louis hummed. "But I didn't hear anything from the monsters yet and it concerns me quite a bit."

The tone of his voice was unbothered, the exact opposite of what he was saying and it brought a smile to Harry's face. "Doesn't seem like you care."

"I actually don't." Louis chuckled quietly. "Let's stay here."

He huffed amused when he eventually slipped out and Harry gasped quietly, his body tensed up just the slightest bit.

"Nooo." He whined in protest.

"Was that our cue to get up?" Louis wondered.

"No, don't think so." Harry murmured and turned on his spot, biting his lip mischievously as he pushed Louis on his back and climbed on top of him, throwing the duvet over his shoulders in the movement.

"Mhm, love where this is going. Round two already?" Louis teased with a soft smile and grabbed his hips. He chuckled when against his expectations Harry dropped on his chest and buried his face in his neck. "That's even better." He commented casually and flung his arms around him.