I'll Be Here - A Larry Stylinson Mpreg

Part 14 - Football Pains

I spread myself out lifeless upon the small lounge couch letting my aching body take in its comfort. My eyes were barely open and blurred as I attempted watch the tele so far on the other side of the room. The screaming audio of the crowds of football fans echo in my mind. I cringed as the noises growled louder as the ball would gradually make it towards the net and then back again and then back to the net. What keeps them from going insane? I questioned myself. Running up and down a pitch chasing for a rubber ball in hopes of kicking a scoring a goal. It only happens once or twice a game. I chuckled to myself. I would make fun despite their millions of pounds in pay checks. Cheap money I frowned. Although I missed playing, kicking around the ball with Louis. Clearly he was the better player and I would pathetic run around in circles, tripping over my own feet. But it was freeing and I could only wish for that now.

I switched the channel over to the BBC. No doctor who this time to make my day better. I watched the ads roll through. Radio show advertisements, drink advertisement, concerts, blah blah blah. The screen cut to a classic British soap opera. How many is that now? I viewed the cliché prologue, previously of this show this person died and this person broke up with this person and this person cried for a while. I snickered as I realised it wasn't too far off my own life.

"Harry what are you watching-?" I heard Louis say behind me with a mouth packed with food.

I shushed him. He continued, I shushed him again. Taken off guard he just stood there and waited.

"Well... here's your aspirin then" he placed the pills and water on the small coffee table giving me a strange look. My eyes were still glued to the screen. I waved him off and he shook his head. "Can't make up your bloody mind" he whispered under his breath and walked off.

"I'm sorry, I don't love you Julia" the gorgeous pointed cheekbone man cried as he turned to her.

"-I'm pregnant with your baby" she slowly turned her head over her shoulder as the camera pans in.

I flicked the switch on the remote at the sound of what she said. I don't want to be reminded that I'm pregnant when I'm clearly trying to forget it. I flicked through a few times landing conveniently on a nappy advert. I rolled my eyes as I continued. Flicking through once more half asleep the tele settled on a repeat of One Born Every Minute. My eyes felt less drowsy as I witnessed a woman in hospital gown and messy hair scream bloody murder as she was instructed to push. Feeling sick, I slammed the off button on the remote as I sat up.

I stared at the blank screen in terror.

Fuck I thought as my hand rested against my stomach, less than a month away. Time flys I guess.

I bit my lip hard as I felt the anxiety set in. I took the pills and swallowed them down hard with the water. Louis walked out his bedroom out of his work attire and in his saggy sweater and flannelette pants.

He watched my intently, but shrugged "sleep well?" He asked.

"Well" I lied with a smile.

"Good" he replied.

"Fine" I said back with a chirp

"That's grand" he continued

"Tremendous"

"Outstan-" our gaggle was stopped as the contant beat of knocks banged against the front door. With a whack, Niall bursted in like a ball of energy. With his face covered half red and covered head to toe in Manchester merchandise, he sung out

"GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED, GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED, GLORY GLORY MAN-"

"NIALL!" I shouted, he stops and looks to me. I got up and slowly began to paced to him. "You are so stupid-" I paused as he furrowed his brows.