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

Chapter Fourteen

Louis bolts up out of bed, his claws extended as he scrambled over Harrys sleeping form. Harry gasps and squirms around. "Ow, ow, ow! Kitten!"

Louis doesnt respond before dashing to the restroom to be sick. He falls onto his knees and takes deep breaths, hovering over the toilet. Harry groans, wiping the blood from his arms with his thumb. "Louis! Get back here!" Harry yells, standing up angrily. He wipes another bit of blood from the cut along his bottom lip.

Louis takes a shaky breath, his nausea overwhelming, but he knows he can't disobey his Dominant. He shakily stands, his hand over his mouth as he slowly walks to his angry Dom. Harry grabs his arm and yanks him forward, sitting down and pulling Louis over his lap.

Tears spring into the Subs eyes as he feels bile raise in his throat. He squirms and tries to get away, but Harry throws his leg over Louis' and swats his bum once.

"Why am I doing this?" He demands. Louis sobs silently, blood rushing to his face. Harrys leg is digging right into his churning stomach and his nausea and headache grows. "Louis, why am I doing this?" Harry commands, smacking his bum hard.

Louis jerks forward and cries out, choking out an "I can't" through his rough throat. Harry reaches down to grab his hair, pulling him up and elongating his throat. Louis sobs loudly, his tears staining the leg of Harry's sweat pants.

"Open that fucking mouth of yours before I have to," Harry warns, scanning over Louis' flushed face. He's pale, but his cheeks are red from the blood rushing to the area. Louis sobs, squirming around because he knows he going to be sick and he doesn't want to get Harry even angrier at him for throwing up all over the floor and his feet.

"Louis fucking Styles, - " Louis shakes his head, lurching forward as he pukes all over the floor and Harrys leg, sobbing loudly. Harry gasps,  standing him up and running to the loo and setting Louis on his knees as he piker up again.

"I'm s-so sorry," Louis sobs, throwing up again.

Harry rubs his back. "No, no, kitten. I should've known." He pets Louis' head. Louis throws up for a bit more, laying back against Harry. "Done."

Louis shakes his head, closing his eyes. "I feel like I'm gonna pass out..."

Harry gasps and grabs a small cup and fills it with water from the sink, pressing it to Louis' lips. Louis shakes his head, his face paling as he falls to the side, completely unconscious. Harry drops the water to catch Louis, picking him up with a small "crap".

He lays Louis' limp body on the bed before covering him and grabbing his phone to call the doctors.

"Mr. Payne is available," the nurse says.

Harry nods. "Tell him to hurry."

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Harry is playing with Louis' hair when the doorbell rings. He greets Liam and leads him to the bedroom, silently, watching closely and holding Louis' hand as the doctor checks his husbands vitals.

"He's exhausted," Liam concludes, packing up his stuff. Harry frowns.

"He's been sleeping well..."

"Well, nothings wrong with him, so exhaustion is the only logical answer," Liam says.

Harry puffs, snuggling into Louis' back. "You can show yourself out."

And if Liam was lying? Well, no one had to know. And if he slipped a little something in Louis' water bottle, no one had to know that either.

That was so inexcusably short, but typing with fake nails is basically impossible.

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