Surrogate(larrystylinson)

Prologue

               

Louis' pov:

It was so hot. Sweaty bodies pressed themselves against me as they danced. I couldn't find Niall and I knew that if I stayed here any longer I would not qualify for the surrogate position. I really needed that money to pay for my college tuition and my rent since my job at the bakery didn't pay enough. The thing is, I am able to reproduce, and I am definitely using this to my advantage since I'm not planning on starting a family anytime soon.

I searched through the dark smoky room for Niall to drag him out of that cheap bar only to find him grinding against a raven-haired man. Squeezing through the crowd, I tapped Niall on his shoulder, "Hey, we have to leave now." He looked at me with his bloodshot eyes and turned around to suck on the stranger's neck. "I don't think he will be joining you any time soon. Might as well just go home. I'll drop him off." The tanned guy spoke to me. "Who are you again?" I asked with all the sass I could muster. "Oh my name's Zayn. Zayn Malik. Don't worry about Niall here. I know where you guys live." That sounded creepy but I decided to ignore it since I was too exhausted.

The wind hit my face as I stumbled out of the bar. I was tipsy enough to know not to drive home. It was close to three in the morning and I knew that no taxis would be roaming about. Just my luck. My only other option was to walk to the city and catch a bus home. Why did I live so far? Thanks a lot Niall.

It was not that dark considering all the street lights were on, and I was really thankful for that considering my nyctophobia. All this tall buildings freaked me out and I wasn't even close to the bus stop. Of course, some floors had their lights on due to those rich business men that stayed at work overnight and left their wives to sleep alone; who does that? I hope when I finally settle down, my husband won't be a stuck up workaholic. I love attention. A lot.

I am forever grateful to whoever created the benches at the bus stop because my limbs were too tired to move another step. I decided to take out my phone and go through my Instagram page. Niall had posted so many picture and tagged me on almost all of them. I groaned inwardly because I don't like people knowing of my whereabouts. Just as I was to comment on one of the photos, a loud honk made me jump off my sit and drop my phone. After composing myself, I looked up only to be met by a shining Grey Chevrolet corvette stingray. The 2016 one. How did someone have that car before it was even released? Don't blame me. I'm a lover of cars considering I watch car auctions 24/7 when I'm free.

I was brought out of my daze when a rugged deep voice spoke out of the blue,

"Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to get in?"

I wanted to sass him out and tell him that it was actually morning but I really needed a ride home. Kids, don't take ride from strangers no matter how hot and rich they look. But you know, I never listen to my own self. I hopped in and gently closed the door not wanting to break anything considering the car would buy out two of me.

"Hi I'm Harry Styles of the..."

"You're Harry Styles? Oh my goodness I love your vehicle designs. I was wondering how you already had such a car before it even came out but now I know the answer." I interrupted him and turned to actually look at him close. He let out a deep chuckle that sounded quite comforting and not too braggish.

"So, who are you and what are you doing outside at this time?"

"My name's Louis Tomlinson. I was out with a friend and was too tipsy so I had to walk to the bus station to get a way home. Then you arrived." I grinned at him and he gave me an uncomfortable smile. I started admiring his features starting with this shiny dark brown lock of curls. Oh how I wanted to tug at them as he fu... No. No Louis. You're about to be a surrogate. His hazel green eyes focused on the road as if he knew where I lived. His chiseled jaw was so perfect that I wondered if he was secretly a model. Maybe. You never know what this rich people were up to. Staring down his biceps, one of his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Shit he had a wedding ring on.

"So," I started nonchalantly "are you married?" He smiled to himself as if he was picturing something nice. Fun. I'm guessing, his wife. "Yeah for two years. Her name is Rachel. Best wife there could be." He looked as if there was something bothering him but I didn't want to be too nosy. I nodded my head and directed him to my shabby apartment. On arrival, I thanked him and wanted to give him my phone number to meet for a cuppa, but he handed me a business card instead. Of course.

"Try not to be out this late. It's not safe for you in this parts of town." He looked at me straight in the eye and I really wanted to tell him that it wasn't any of his business; I was too busy staring into his eyes to talk. I just nodded my head and muttered out a quick goodnight before dashing into the rundown house. I heard the motor of his car speed off and I let out a sigh. What a long night. I hope Niall get's here soon though.

I stripped off my clothes and went to bed, hoping to wake up before my noon shift at the bakery.

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Harry:

I was exhausted but I was used to it by now. Business was going smooth as usual and I just got myself the latest Chevrolet. I decided to finally leave and go back home before Rachel had my head. Yeah she was a lovely woman but when her moods set in it was hard to please her. We had been married for two years now but we still had no kid. I was approaching my thirties and my mother wanted a grandchild. Not that she didn't have one since Gemma, my sister, has two sons.

I came up with the idea of having a surrogate but she immediately turned it down saying she didn't want any woman having her kid. She has jealousy issues and having another woman in the house would keep her alert all the time; so came my second idea. A male surrogate. She was okay with this since she knew a male was no threat to our marriage.

    I sighed getting off my chair and going to my car. I nodded approvingly at the choice of my car. I drove off into the streets before spotting a small figure at the bus stop. What is he doing out this late? I decided to stop and give him a lift just because I had a kind heart. He was staring at my car without even realizing that I was there. I got his attention and then he got into the car. We started our journey to wherever he lived hoping that he would give me directions before he asked. He looked quite young to be out at this time of the day but I didn't want to judge him based on his looks.

    To cut the story short, I dropped him off on the 'not-so-rich' side of town before driving off to my own home. As I arrived, no one was in this big mansion except some workers and a few security guards. I thought that Rachel would tell me if she was working overnight but I guess not. After a long shower, I jumped into bed without wearing any clothes. Don't judge. It's just a habit. Suddenly a feather-haired boy appeared in my mind. I hope he wasn't too drunk to get himself into bed. I hoped he was safe too. With this last thought I drifted off to sleep anxious to pick a surrogate tomorrow.

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