Wheels Within Wheels (Larry Stylinson AU Mpreg)

Chapter One

LOUIS POV

It's been a month since I met Harry at the coffee shop. Turns out I did know him from somewhere; we went to the same university. Just my luck isn't it? Ever since that day, the bastard won't leave me alone. Everywhere I seem to go he's there hitting on me.

I decided to have lunch on campus today and was sitting by myself at the tables in the courtyard. I always liked the peacefulness outside instead of the bustling food court inside. I enjoyed myself for a while, eating my pizza, just taking in everything when I heard the deep, raspy voice that's been taunting me for weeks.

"Hey, Babe," Harry sauntered over, a smug look on his face.

"I'm not your babe." I replied bluntly, not even looking at him and taking another bite. To be honest, he's kind of hot, but he's absolute asshole.

"Mind if I join you," he suggested in a mocking tone. He didn't even wait for my answer as he slid onto bench next to me.

"Yes, I do mind," I said in the same, flat tone. I scooted over, adverting my eyes from him in hopes he wouldn't notice the blush creeping up my cheeks.

Harry just smirked and moved closer to me so that our thighs were touching. He then threw an arm around my shoulder. I flinched slightly before brushing his hand off. I moved even further from him, nearing the edge of the bench.

"C'mon, Babe, stop being like this." Harry closed the space between us once more. I turned so I was facing away from him and continued to eat the last of my food. I could feel him staring at me even with my back turned.

"I'm not your babe, get out of my face," I spoke, very irritated, before swiftly standing up, scooping up my trash and my bag and plodding away. I clutched my back-pack tight as a stalked off towards the other end of campus where my afternoon class was.

I could hear the sound of his brown, suede boots rustling the grass as Harry, once again, followed me. I turned and granted him a hard glare, "Don't you have something better to do," I spat, "Like, I don't know, get an education?"

Harry didn't even seemed fazed by my outburst. He just smirked again and shrugged.

"Morning classes."

"I can't even deal with you today, go away," I pushed him with the hand that wasn't holding my backpack but he didn't budge.

"Go on a date with me."

"How many times do I have to say no for it to sink in?" I tapped my foot in annoyance.

"As many times as it takes for you to say yes."

"I'm already late. Goodbye, Harry," I shooed him away as I continued on to class.

"Bye, Louis," He called as I left. I rolled my eyes.

"This fucking boy..." I mumbled to myself, pulling open the doors to the building where the lecture hall was.

I glanced back to see him finally wondering off and then smiled to myself a bit. I quickly shook my head. Stop fancying him, I thought as I entered my class.

I sat in my psychology class taking notes on my professor's lecture about 'The delicate mind of a child.' I've always liked working with kids. That's why I'm studying to be a drama teacher. The professor droned on and on and my mind slowly began to drift to other places. Much to my dismay, a certain curly haired prick made his way into my thoughts. It's like I can't escape him; even in my own head.

I sighed loudly causing several people to send me angry glances before continuing to write their notes. Why did Harry have to be, well, Harry? He's cute, funny, and cheeky but he's also annoying, rude, and damn persistent. I put my head in my hands and tried to forget about my complicated relationship with Harry for a second. I know he's not going to give up on me very easily. He's obviously one who's used to getting what he wants. Probably because nobody says no to that pretty face.