Three Rings: A Larry Stylinson Story (MPreg)

Chapter 2

"The fuck are you?" Marcel asked.

"I'm sorry" I said running off scared for my life. When I collide with something else.

"Mr. Styles are you alright?" Veronica asked looking worried as I was crying.

"I just, Marcel" and pointed down the hall as he was walking towards me. The jig is up Tomlinson, you're not Morgan Styles anymore.

"Harry! What did you do to him?" Veronica asked accusingly.

"He called me Marcel after walking into me" he said angrily.

"Well Harry! This is your brother in law Morgan" Veronica spat. Harry clearly caught off guard by what she said.

"Oh Shit! I'm sorry Morgan" he said looking genuinely upset.

"No worries, I'm sorry too" I said brushing it off best as I can.

"I'm Harry, Sorry for the fright" He said trying to sound polite.

"Lou- Morgan" I said stumbling on my words. He looked confused.

"You boys have met" Anne clapped her hands together at the top of the stairs.

"Yes mother, we have" Harry said eyeing me.

'Veronica show Morgan to his room while I have a word with Harry" She said descending the stairs. She smiled at me as we passed her.

Harry's POV

There is something up with Morgan, I understand he's still prolly in shock but there is something off.

"Harry!" My mother hollers.

"Yes mother" I say turning around giving her a devious smile.

"You leave Morgan alone" she said looking me into the eyes.

"Whatever do you mean" I smirked.

"Cut the shit, and get that shit eating grin off of your face" She said looking pissed.

"You know exactly what I mean." She said

"Mother, I am an adult" She slapped my face.

"You listen to me son, I won’t have you ruining this for our family" She spat at me.

"And which family is that mother the Cox or the Styles" I argue.

"Don't be a smart ass with me Harry"

"Oh mummy, I wouldn't dare. We all know how big of a bitch you can be when things don’t go your way"

"Harry, you're one step away from" I cut her off.

"Away from what is that? Don't forget you need me as much as I need you. So calm your ass mother" I said getting in her face.

"Pity it should have been you instead of Marcel. I hate myself everyday for having a child that is just like me" She huffed into the study.

"Oh mother, let me poor you a drink you do need it." I said sarcastically.

"You are such a shit. I wish I was pro choice at the time" she said.

"I wish I was born of an AIDS ridden crack whore, but we can’t all get what we want"

I walk over to the decanter of scotch and pour two glasses and hand her one.

"Too family" I smirk as we clink glasses.

"Oh Harry, you always were my favorite, baby" She smiled as she rubbed my face where she smacked me.