Wheels Within Wheels (Larry Stylinson AU Mpreg)

Chapter Three

LOUIS' POV

"Mate, go to a doctor, this is four days in a row." Zayn spoke as I had emerged from the toilet after emptying my stomach yet again.

I sighed, wiping my mouth and frowning, "I will, I will. I've probably caught something."

"Want me to drive you? I haven't got any classes today." Zayn offered.

I tugged on a fresh t-shirt and trousers, "I guess,"

"Alright, give me about twenty minutes," Zayn hopped up and stepped into the toilet. Before shutting the door, he regarded me, "Try not to vomit on anything?"

I rolled my eyes, "Just take a bloody shower."

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"What seems to be the trouble, Louis?" The doctor inquired, pulling up a chair and taking the weight off his feet.

"I've been having loads of weird symptoms lately; morning sickness, cramps, and I'm extremely tired all the time. Almost like I'm narcoleptic," I explained to the middle-aged man with slicked back jet-black hair.

He hummed, then proceeded to do a few tests on me. The final test was to wee into a cup (which is utterly disgusting, but I'm not a doctor). After that, I was sat in the doctor's room with a snoring Zayn, waiting for him to enter and tell me what the bloody hell is going on.

"Zayn," my voice cut through the air in a demanding tone.

When that didn't arouse him, I threw my foot at his shin and kicked it hard. With an over-dramatic ow, Zayn arose and granted me a hard glare, "Don't kick me, you twat,"

I endured a few angry slaps on the arm before the doctor entered again. We ceased the smack-fight immedately and regained our composure.

The doctor referred to his clipboard before beginning his sentence, "Well, Mr. Tomlinson. Before I give you the news, I have a question; have you had intercourse with a male in the past month?"

Thoughts of Harry flashed painfully in my mind. My expression hardened, but I nodded my head yes. The doctor sighed and plopped down onto his spinny-chair again.

"Well, it seems that you are pregnant."

Everything stopped. My heart, the world spinning round the axis, Zayn, the doctor.

Everything.

I didn't believe it at first. How could I, a man, possibly get pregnant? It's impossible. It's unnatural. "That's not even remotely possible; tell me what's actually wrong with me."

The doctor lifted an eyebrow, as if challenged, "The diagnosis is pregnancy, Mr. Tomlinson. Would you like to run a confirmation test?"

"As a matter of fact, I would. This is bloody ridiculous,"

So, a confirmation test they ran. And, so pregnant I was.

How? Why me? I'm just a 19 year-old uni kid I can't have a baby. I can't have a baby mostly because I'm a lad, for crying out loud.

This was dreadful. I shoved my face in my hands when reality set it.

I am pregnant. There is a living fetus growing inside of me. And it's his.

Harry Styles. I have Harry Styles' baby inside of me. This was his fault. I'm pregnant because of him.

Anger burned inside me like a furious fire, rising higher and higher in temperature the more and more I thought of Harry. I wanted to sink my teeth into something. I wanted to cry out in frustration, but I couldn't. My shock was greater than my anger.