The Difference Between Storm and Silence {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter Two

"Are you ready, love?" Harry murmurs, wrapping his arms around his husbands waist. Louis blinks in the mirror, nodding slowly. He clears his throat.

"Y-yeah. When do Niall and Zayn get here?" He stutters, but quickly catches himself, taking a deep, cleansing breath.

Harry sighs. "They just arrived, sweetheart. Our reservations are at seven. Its half 'til."

"Alright," Louis turns in the stronger mans hold, pecking his lips quickly. He checks over his outfit one last time - gray slacks with a plain white T-shirt and a blazer. He fixes his messy fringe before pulling out his best smile and following Harry out to the car. Niall winks at him on his way out.

Harry opens the car door for him, letting him get settled before closing it and striding around to the other side. He places his large hand on Louis' thigh to catch his attention. His brown ears flick up and he gazes at his Dom with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, did you say something? I sort of spaced out a bit there," he apologizes, doing his seatbelt.

Harry frowns, starting the car and pulling from the driveway. "You've been spacing out a lot lately, kitten. I'm starting to get worried. You've been taking your medication, right?"

Louis frowns, his eyes narrowing. "So I express my sadness and you immediately think its because I haven't been taking my medication?"

Harry gapes. "No! I just wanted to make sure. I didn't mean to upset you."

Louis looks down at their intwined fingers, rubbing the place on Harry's ring finger where his ring is adorned on his other hand. He sighs. "Do you remember the day we got married?"

"Of course, pet. Why?" Harry wonders, giving the boy a sideways glance.

Louis shrugs. "I don't know. I've been thinking about it. I guess you get to a certain point where you think about these things. Three years."

Harry brings both their hands up, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of Louis' palm. "Yeah. Three years."

Louis looks out the window at the night sky, the trees passing by in a blur. He blinks slowly, tears welling up in his eyes. "I never thought this'd happen, you know?" He sniffles.

Harry gazes at him. "I don't know."

"When I was..." the twenty year old takes a deep breath to calm his racing heart and swallows thickly to suppress the growing lump in his throat. "...in the auction house, I just...I thought it was the end. Especially when....when I lost the twins. Id never...even think to imagine this would happen. I've been married for three years to the man of my dreams. I have three beautiful children and I'm not...getting beat. I mean, I used to imagine it. Little daydreams amd fictions and stuff like that, where'd id find you or you'd find me and we'd go off together, but that's all they were, little dreams. They weren't real. Id never thought that they would...become real. And be so much better than I expected," he wipes his eyes, laughing through his tears. "I'm sorry. This is supposed to be happy tonight and I've made it sad."

"No, no, sweetheart," Harry mumbles. He can't help but pull the car over to the bank of the road and turn in his seat, keeping the car on for warmth. After moving both armrests, He gathers his Submissive in his arms, pressing sweet kisses to his neck and letting him cry into his blazer. "Id dream about it too. This is all so surreal. I dreamed about growing up with you when you were little and when you got...taken away from me, I just...I lost it, baby, I really did. Mum get me a therapist and medication and everything, but, of course, I didn't used any of it. I used and took up all my spare time studying and saving up to become a Dominant, so I could one day find you and buy you and keep you to myself and never let anyone hurt you. Id cuddle you when you felt sad and hug you when you happy and kiss you when you were adorable and make love to you when you wanted it. This is so much better. Dreams - they're nothing compared to the real thing," he confesses.