Perfect, or maybe we aren't (larry mpreg)

p r o l o g u e

Harry and Louis had gotten married when Harry was only 16 and Louis was 18. Of course, they'd married young because Harry had gotten pregnant in his sophomore year of high school. Louis insisted that wasn't the only reason they were married, saying he loves him unconditionally, and whether or not Harry had gotten pregnant, Louis would've married him in the future anyways.

Louis and Harry had always been close. When Harry was two, his mother had moved down the street from the Tomlinson's because the school system in the area was supposedly really well. Harry's mother had just been left by their father, and his mother was left to raise two kids all on her own.

Louis' mother, Jay, came over to introduce herself and her son, Louis. Louis was four years old and a very bubbly and playful kid. Jay was Anne's only friend in the area when they moved in, and since then, Louis had come over to Harry's or Harry had gone over to Louis'. There didn't seem to be a second when they were separated when growing up.

At the age of twelve, Louis told Harry that he knew for a fact that he didn't like girls... And he liked boys instead. Harry held Louis while he cried into his chest. A couple months later, Harry told Louis he felt the same way about boys.

They kept it a secret between them and on Louis' thirteenth birthday, on Christmas Eve, Harry and Louis shared their first kiss. It was magical and neither of them could quite piece it into words.

They were even more inseparable after that, if that was even possible.

When Louis was 15, he asked Harry to be his boyfriend... His official boyfriend. Harry immediately said yes to him and they spent the night wrapped in each other's arms.

On Harry's 14th birthday, he and Louis started experimenting with each other. It was more than just small pecks... Now it was heated make out sessions in the tree house in Louis' backyard, or in his room, or pretty much anywhere they wouldn't get interrupted at. Things started to get more heated and more heated until they were both left in their underwear, still passionately making out.

Louis' mother was out of town at the time, going to visit her mother with Louis' nine year old sister, Lottie, his seven year old sister Fizzy, and his four year old twin sisters, Phoebe and Daisy, along with Louis' step father, Daniel.

Louis had a big family, but he liked that. Though sometimes, it was a bit difficult being secretive with Harry around them. His sisters had nearly caught them kissing multiple times. Neither of their families knew about their romantic relationship.

So, now Harry was hanging out at Louis' house 'playing video games', as he'd told his mother before he left to go to Louis' house.

Louis and Harry were left in their underwear, Louis straddling Harry's waist as he lie on his back on Louis' bed.

Louis' lips moved down to Harry's neck, leaving small marks, and Harry moaned softly at the insane amount of pleasure he was receiving from just that small amount of affection.

Louis moved his fingers down to loop under Harry's boxers and Harry finally spoke up. "L-Louis..." Harry muttered softly.

Louis took his lips off of Harry's neck and looked down at his face. "Yes, baby?" Louis asked him softly.

"I don't know if I'm ready for..." Harry trailed off, but Louis knew what he meant.

"We don't have to do anything if you aren't ready." Louis said and gave him a small smile, leaning down to kiss his lips gently. "We don't have to have sex tonight if you don't want to."

"I do want to... But I'm just not ready to." Harry whispered and Louis nodded.

"We could do other things..." Louis said softly, snapping the band on Harry's boxers against his skin, making Harry wince a bit, but it didn't hurt him at all. "Is that okay with you?"