Danger Is My Baby's Name (Larry Mpreg)

Prologue

Harry's Perspective

"Let's hook up and just bring fiery death"

Harry felt so out of place. The people around him were dancing and laughing while he stood there. You could tell he didn't belong.

"Harry, come on! Join the fun!" his sister yelled over the music.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't belong here, Gemma! And neither do you!"

Harry knew this was a bad idea from the second his sister barged into his room and told him she was taking him to a party on the south side (where they were both strictly forbidden to go).

"Lighten up, Harry!" she laughed. She took his hand and pulled him. "I come here all the time! South siders always throw the best parties!" once they reached the kitchen, the noise died down. There were only a few people in there having a conversation.

"Why are we in here?" Harry asked, eyeing the four suspicious men in the corner.

"We're going to get a few drinks in you." she said.

"Gemma, no."

"Oh, come on, Harry!" she mixed a few things into a cup and handed it to him. "Just one."

"Yeah, just one." one of the men from the corner piped up. Harry took a step back. He smirked and walked over to them. "Hey, Gemma." he wrapped an arm around Gemma.

"Oh, hey, Ashton." she suddenly became very sheepish and her cheeks lit up. "Harry, this is Ashton. Ashton, this is my brother, Harry."

Ashton's green eyes scanned over Harry and he smiled. "Hey, Harry. New to the partying scene, I presume?" he asked with a chuckle.

Harry nodded and blushed.

"Oi, Ashton! What's the hold up, mate?" another one of the men walked over.

Harry stiffened at the sight of the painfully attractive man. He took a large gulp of his drink, which proved to be a bad idea when his throat pretty much caught fire.

"Woah, Harry slow down." Gemma, who had been engaged in conversation with the two men, laughed.

The man turned his head and smirked. "Who might this be?" his voice was smooth and sweet like honey. Harry held his cup out to be refilled.

"Louis, this is my little brother, Harry. Harry, this is Louis, the host of this party." Gemma said as she refilled his cup with Coke and some clear liquid.

Louis looked over at Harry with his beautiful ocean blue eyes and licked his pink lips. Harry threw his head back and basically chugged his drink.

He heard Louis laugh. "Damn, kid."

"You're sure he's new to the partying scene?" Ashton asked Gemma.

"Yeah. He's never been to a party, like, ever. I don't know where this newfound confidence has come from."

Extremely hot guys that could be criminals, Harry thought in his head.

Harry held his cup out again after he finished.

Gemma sighed, "I'm about to cut you off. Mum and Dad will kill me if you come home drunk."

"Maybe he won't go home drunk." Louis winked when Gemma looked away. Harry wondered what he meant.

She handed him the cup after she refilled it and he held it. He decided he would only take a drink every time Louis did something hot.

"Well, shit. I feel slow. I've been nursing the same drink for about twenty minutes, now." Louis chuckled. He chugged the rest of his drink and handed the cup to Gemma.