The Difference Between Light And Dark {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter Thirteen

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"Wait, so seriously? Right now?" Harry jumps out of bed, flicking on the lamp so it can illuminate where he's going.

Louis huffs. "I'm pretty sure, yeah." He cradles his stomach, his face scrunching up in pain.

"Okay, okay, don't panic!" Harry yells, spinning around in circles. "Where the Hell is my phone?"

Louis rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath. He points at his own night stand. "I already texted Zayn. He said said he's on his way and he called the doctor."

Harry runs his hand through his hair and nods, grabbing a discarded T-shirt to throw over his naked torso, then he pulls on some clean boxers and his shorts, jumping around. "Okay, okay, just stay calm!"

"Stop yelling," Louis whimpers, rubbing over his hard stomach. He pulls himself up and pushes the blankets down next to him, revealing his naked body. "Can you please get me something to wear? Nothing tight, please."

Harry nods immediately, digging through Louis' drawer for something to fit the description. His shaking hands grip a soft black fabric and he pulls out some loose yoga pants. He then snatches a large white T-shirt of his own and rushes over to Louis, flitting around and breathing hard while the small boy slowly pulls on the shirt. "Hurry up," he gushes.

Louis sweeps his gaze, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes cold. "Excuse me, mister! I'm about to pop your babies out of my ass and you're rushing me. I think I'm entitled to take a bit of time getting fucking dressed."

Harry nods, pursing his lips, his palms twitching to clap down on said boys said ass. He isn't about to do that in this situation obviously.

Louis huffs and nods once in defiance, finally fitting the shirt over his stomach. "Help me up, please," he demands curtly, holding his hand out. Harry grips his small hand, encasing it in his large one to help him up, pulling him up and kneeling down. Louis places his hands on Harry's broad shoulders and lifts one leg at a time while Harry pulls the pants up his legs, fitting it over his ass and under his belly.

He squeaks when another pain rips throug his abdomen.

"Will you stop freaking the fuck out and just get me to the hospital?" Louis snaps. "We've done this twice before and you had to deliver Lise so don't be freaking out now when I should be the one flipping out!"

Harry nods, shakily, taking the smaller boy's hand in his own just as the front door slams open. Niall comes thundering into the bedroom not a moment later, his eyes wide. Louis groans, his knees buckling and hand cradling the underside of his stomach. Harry slips his arm under the kittens knees, lifting him in his strong arms. Louis pants, leaning his sweaty forhead against the mans broad shoulder and closing his eyes, his face scrunching up in pain.

"Lou!" Niall cries out, rushing across the room, being mindful, obviously, of his bump. He stands next to his friend, lightly brushing the stringy hair from his forehead. "Are you alright? Pain level. 1 to 10, 1 being no pain, which I seriously doubt, and then 10 being really, really hospital-like pain."

Louis chuckles under his breath. "Considering I'm about to pop a baby, we were going to the hospital anyway, but let's just go with 10," he mumbles.