There Goes My Life *larry mpreg* [au]

Prologue

Louis is in deep shit.

Harry Styles, the Harry Styles, whom the entire school has fallen in love with, is standing in front of him. He's leaning against the bricks of the school building, a dark blue binder to his white sweater-clad chest. His legs are crossed, white and pink Adidas Allstars toeing the pavement. He's biting his lip, Bambi eyes full of fear as Louis clutches onto the small blue and white stick.

He can't help but stare at the little black letters on the stick. Pregnant. He feels as though he should comfort Harry, hug this complete stranger in front of him or something, but he can't move. He can barely breathe as Harry's shaky hands clutch onto his stupid blue binder.

Louis' supposed to be home to babysit in seven minutes. His house is ten minutes away from the school. But he's barely thinking at that moment. His hands have turned cold and sweaty.

"Say something," Harry practically begs, voice raspy and broken as Louis slowly looks up and meets his eyes. Louis is pretty sure his face has lost all colour, the opposite of Harry's, whose cheeks are a rosy pink.

"W-What do you want to do with it?" Louis croaks, obviously still in shock as Harry looks down at the pavement and sighs. He doesn't know what to say, he barely knows Harry. They slept together once at Calum Hood's party, and they were both mildly (bit of an understatement) intoxicated. He just remembered Harry flashing some baseball players his panties flirtatiously, and being intrigued. The baseball players had whooped and whistled, and Harry's cheeks turned a pink colour that Louis couldn't resist.

"I don't know," Harry admits, and you can tell he's trying his best not to cry in front of Louis. "I don't want to abort it. I don't want it, but I wouldn't feel right about it. Th-there's nothing wrong with abortions, I just. I don't know."

Louis just swallows thickly, looking down at his Vans. "Oh," He replies monotonously. He doesn't want the kid. He doesn't. But he can't just abandon Harry, he'd feel too guilty. Besides, his mum would kill him.

"We could do, like," Harry takes a moment to breathe, he seems overwhelmed. "Adoption? I don't know, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

Louis nods, handing the small pregnancy test back to Harry slowly. Harry takes it gingery, pink painted fingertips tapping against the plastic gently. "I'll have to think about it," Louis says honestly, mouth dry as he avoids Harry's eyes. "I-I think...won't your parents have an opinion, though? Would they, like, make you get an abortion?"

Harry shakes his head. "No," He replies quietly. He doesn't elaborate, and Louis doesn't ask him to. "Um, I should be getting home. If you want I'll tell your mum and dad with you, but I'd rather tell my parents myself."

Louis shrugs, heart still racing and hands still shaking. "Whatever," He replies, and Harry just nods solemnly. He gives Louis a small wave before walking toward a perky red car that looks expensive as fuck, and Louis blushes at his rusty pick-up parked across from Harry's.

Harry is way too out of his league.

♛

Louis doesn't have a crush on Harry.

He was drunk and horny and Harry's not ugly (quite the opposite, actually), but it's not as though he liked him beforehand. He hasn't had a crush on him for years like those weird boyband fan fictions his younger sisters read.

Louis just didn't think, out of all the kids in that school, he'd end up having a kid with Harry Styles. The one he hasn't heard one negative word about. Harry's fearless, and fun, and everyone loves him and his pink nails and Adidas sneakers. Even the straight guys are nice toward him.

Louis is quiet. He's not friendless, but he's not necessarily popular. He considers himself quite boring, although most of the time his friends say the complete opposite. He spends most of his time at home with his family, helping out his wonderful Mum with his younger siblings (she has two on the way as well, so he helps an extra lot now).

As soon as he gets home his two youngest siblings (for now) come running toward him, nagging him about how late he is and how their Mum was angry with him (she never is, they're full of shit and love getting Louis into trouble).

Louis doesn't respond to their obnoxiousness, instead only grunting and walking upstairs to apologise to his Mum for being late. She doesn't mind, of course, just smiling sweetly and saying that her doctor's appointment was moved anyways. She's quite far along, and doctor's appointments have become more frequent, meaning more dreaded babysitting for Louis.

He then walks to his room, flops onto his bed, and calls his absolute best friend.

"Hello?"

"I'm in deep shit, Liam."

"What the hell did you do this time, Louis? I can't help you again if your sisters turned on your computer and found your po-"

"We don't speak of that," Louis hisses before lowering his voice. "He's pregnant."

"Who?"

"Harry, dumbass! He's pregnant and it's mine and I'm freaking out, Li."

"Holy shit. Louis-oh my god."

"I know, I know," Louis groans, leaning back into his pillow. "What the fuck do I do?"

Liam sighs, as he usually does while speaking with Louis. "I would just let him do whatever he wants, mate. Support him, obviously, do whatever he needs," Liam sighs again. "I don't know, Lou, I don't know how to handle this either."

"I need to think this over," Louis says quietly, twisting his mouth and shaking his head. "Oh my god, Li, I'm seventeen. I'm not ready. I-I have to call Harry or something. I don't know what to do, fuck, I have to go."

He hangs up without a goodbye, setting his phone down on the bed and staring at the wall. His chest hurts, hands shaking again as he thinks about his situation. Harry is pregnant. With a baby.

Louis won't see him at the top of the pyramid anymore in his cheer uniform, cheering on their footie team as Louis watches from the field. He won't see him at parties, cheekily showing off his panties to the boys who can't resist him just like Louis couldn't. He won't see him at lunch, watching as all the boys flock around his table and listen to his wild stories.

He'll see him with a large stomach, and morning sickness, and swollen ankles. Of course he will, because he wants to help Harry out in anyway he can. Abortion doesn't feel right to him either, though he's never had an opinion on it before.

Louis starts to research adoption, and the facts and information soon turns into adoption horror stories, where the kid is abused or used as a slave. Louis feels sick.

He has Harry's number in his phone from the party, so as soon as his mind is made up, he calls him.

"Hello?"

"We're keeping it. We have to. I've made up my mind."

"I-Okay. Alright. Um. Can you meet me after school tomorrow? So we can talk about it?"

"Sure. Whatever, I'll do whatever."

"Great. Um. I'll text you, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

What do you think?? :)