Hold My Hand- Larry Mpreg AU Short Story

Part III: Promises.

A/N: I Know it's short and stuff, but one more part to go!

I hope you enjoyed this!

~Hunter xx.

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 The next few months were quite stressful and it was taking a toll on Harry and Louis’ relationship. They still loved each other dearly, but every night Louis would end up crying himself to sleep because Harry is fed up with all his hormonal shit. But, even though that Harry gets pissed off because of Louis being like this, he still loves him more than anything in the world.

“Louis, baby, I know you’re going to be mad when I have to tell you this,” Harry spoke leaning over Louis who was lying down on the bed with his hands folded on the top of his stomach.

“What’s going on? You’re not asking for a divorce? You don’t want this baby? What is it?” Louis was freaking out and it was scaring Harry.

“No, Lou, calm down. No I am not leaving you and this baby is the best thing that has happened to this family, it’s something different.”

“Well, then spit it out Harry.”

“ImaynotbeabletobethereforAnthony’sbirth,” Harry spoke all too fast and Lou’s eyebrows cocked in confusion.

“Harry, could you repeat that, but slower this time?”

“I may not be able to be there for Anthony’s birth…”

“What? Why?” Tears were forming down Lou’s face and that was one thing that he hated to see happen to Louis. He never liked his baby to cry, it made him cringe because he doesn’t like it when people cry.

“My stupid boss is making me go three hours out of town the day before for some meeting thing the morning of your surgery. I told him that was when you were scheduled for it but he told me if I didn’t do this that he would fire me. I couldn’t say no because the job pays well and with a new baby you can’t work.”

“You boss needs to get fucking laid,” Louis bluntly spoke into the room and both him and Harry stifled out a loud laughter, “What it’s true!”

“I wasn’t denying it. But, the meeting is at 9am and your surgery isn’t until 1:30, I don’t think the meeting will be that long and I will make it my mission to get there in time. I promise you, I will try.”

“I know, but maybe I could ask Zayn or Liam to be in the room, since Niall is squeamish.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you want him to vomit or faint and that would be no help.”

“Definitely not, but I don’t think the other two would mind, and I know I’m definitely not having my mother in the room, that would be just really awkward.”

“Yeah, so it’s settled. If I am not there within five minutes then have one of the boys go in there with you.”

“Alright, but I know that you will make it if it’s the last thing that you do.”

Harry leans over and kisses Lou’s lips softly, “I know.”

“Do you think your will be in the mood for some fun?” Lou waggles his eyebrows at a confused Harry.

“What—,” Harry spoke before Lou grabbed his hand and pressed it against his arousal, “Well, of course.”

Harry instantly attacked Lou’s neck as he started to suck at the skin to make a dark love bite that would be spotted a mile away, well not really but you get the picture.

With Louis being pregnant he couldn’t really see his dick anymore and it pissed him off. He wanted to be able to see it, but he knew that since he had Harry he didn’t have to worry about it.

“Harry…please…” Louis spoke as Harry had somehow wrapped his hand around Lou’s arousal. The rest of the night was passionate and with the occasional moan from either of the two lovers.

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“Harry, please make it tomorrow…” Louis looked up to Harry through his tear filled eyes. Harry had his overnight bag on his shoulder and the way that Louis was looking at him, made him weak in the knees.

Harry took in his surroundings, Louis was just a few inches shorter than himself and he arms were resting on top of his protruding stomach, as well as giving him the most innocent look a pregnant man could give to anyone. Harry loved it when Louis would do these two things, it made him look smaller and younger then he actually was.

Harry sets his bag on the floor before placing his hands on Lou’s hips, “I will be there, and don’t you worry.” He softly kisses Lou’s lips and then he crouches down face level to his husband’s stomach. He moves his hands over and he feels the familiar flutter of the kicking of little feet.

“Hey, buddy, it’s your other daddy, tomorrow we will finally get to meet you. Are you excited for that?” He feels a hard kick and his laughs, “Well I would say so, now don’t give your daddy some trouble tomorrow.”

He straightens up and he puts his hand on Lou’s face. He rubs his thumb over the stray tear that was trickling down his face, “I love you, Louis.”

“I love you too, Harry.” They share one final kiss before Harry is out the door to make that dreaded three hour drive.

As soon as Harry was out of sight, Louis fell to the floor in tears. He really wanted to believe that Harry would make it tomorrow, but he had this feeling that Harry wouldn’t be there. He wouldn’t be there to hold his hand through everything. He wouldn’t be there rooting him on. He wouldn’t be there to meet his son before anyone else. And most importantly, he wouldn’t be there crying alongside Louis.

[Louis’ dream, third person]

“Harry?”

“Lou, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I tried to make it.”

“No, Harry is fine.”

“It’s not fine Louis; I didn’t get to see the birth of our son! And now I won’t ever be able to.”

“Why, who says we can’t have any more children?”

“The doctor Lou, you don’t remember do you?” Louis shook his head, “After they were able to get Anthony out you started hemorrhaging in your reproductive system. They had to perform emergency surgery; you can no longer carry children.”

“No…no…no…” Louis started thrashing and his heart beat started to sky rocket. He wanted to have more children, he wanted to be able to have Harry see the birth of his children, but now he couldn’t. But, all he could do now was crumble into Harry’s arms and violently sob while Harry tried to calm him down.

“Please Harry, please make it.” Soon Louis was fast asleep with his hands protectively over his stomach on the cold hard floor.