This is the New Year (Larry Mpreg)

Fourteen

It's only been a few days since Harry and Louis's date, but the pair cannot stop texting each other.

Right now, though, Harry really should put down his phone for a moment, because Niall and Naila desperately need his help studying for one of their finals that's coming up in the next couple of weeks.

Niall, Naila, and Harry met each other in their first English class of their university lives. Harry and Naila immediately clicked, and Naila and Niall become friends quite easily after bonding over how similar their names are. They're both a semester behind Harry and completely stressed out at the moment, while Harry's floating on air. They've been studying for about an hour, and neither of them really seem to know much about anatomy.

"So, what's a genetic disease of progressive muscle weakening and degeneration due to the lack of a protein?" Harry asks, reading one of the sample questions from a random anatomy test he found on google.

"Honestly, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about, Harry," Naila answers monotonously.

"Muscular dystrophy," Harry rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

"I got the next one," Niall says as he leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands folded together.

"Alright," Harry says, reading the next question over before repeating it. "Niall, two discrete types of muscle fibers are identified on the basis of their fuel supply, oxygen supply, and tension. Which of the following athletic endeavors best represents the use of slow-twitch fibers? A: a sprint by an Olympic runner, B: swinging a baseball bat, C: lifting weights, or D: mountain climbing?"

Niall stares at Harry blankly for a minute before throwing his hands up the the air, standing up, and walking out of the room, yelling, "Forget it! I'm just going to fail."

"It was 'A,' if you were wondering!" Harry shouts to Niall as he exits the room. "You know you two have almost a month until this test, right?" Harry giggles to Naila.

"A month much needed, obviously," she rolls her eyes. "We're both going to fail, Harry, and you'll be forced to care for us for the rest of our lives," Naila jokes, dramatically.

"Right," Harry says, sarcasm oozing from his lips.

Naila laughs and adjusts her position on the floor so that she's sitting with her legs crossed in front of her. "So, you never told me about your date," she says, batting her eyelashes.

"I thought we were studying," Harry says, trying to change the subject.

"We were, but now we're talking about your date," she urges.

"You went on a date?" Niall asks, reentering the living room. "How come you didn't tell me?"

Harry scoffs. "I did tell you."

"When?" Niall furrows his eyebrows.

"Niall, you literally helped me pick out my outfit."

"Oh, that's what that was for?" he asks and Harry rolls his eyes.

"Yes, you fucking genius."

"Okay, children, that's enough dialogue. Will you please tell us about your date, then?" Naila interrupts, laughing.

"Isn't that dialogue, though?" Harry says sarcastically.

"Do you want me to hit you?" she asks.

"Not particularly, no," Harry chuckles, and Naila sends him a glare. "Alright, Alright," he gives in. "Okay, so basically, we were supposed to meet for dinner at 8, but I ended up getting there at, like, 7:30, because I was so paranoid that I was going to be late, even though the restaurant is only about 10 minutes from here," Harry begins explaining.

He goes through the highlights of the date, like the way Harry's heart was caught in his throat when he first saw Louis in a sweater that was way too big for him. How Louis ended up letting Harry drive him home and their first kiss that made Harry feel like he was flying. The shock of seeing the multitude of tattoos on Louis's chest and arms after seeing him walk around with sweater paws for the whole time they were together prior to that interaction.

"Wait, you guys already fucked?" Naila gasps with a smile.

"Okay, so that's where the story gets kind of complicated," Harry says, his voice raising slightly at the end.

"What do you mean?" Niall asks.

"Well," Harry starts in a high pitched voice, avoiding eye contact and squinting his eyes slightly.

"What, is he, like, married or something?" Naila jokes.

"No," Harry says confidently. "But he is pregnant." Harry gives his two best friends a 'please don't hurt me' smile.

He notes that his smile is received but not reciprocated, as they both stare at him with shocked expressions.

"It's not as bad as it sounds," Harry says, trying to ease their worries.

"Not as bad as it sounds? Harry, the man is pregnant with someone else's baby, and then didn't tell you until you were naked," Naila scolds.

"I had my pants on still. And he doesn't even really know who the father is, so it's not like he'll be an issue in this."

"How the fuck is that any better?" Niall asks, terribly confused.

"No, what I meant is, he meant to get pregnant. He got inseminated. At a sperm bank like a month or so ago," Harry explains quickly in small fragments.

"Didn't you give to a sperm bank about a month ago?" Niall raises his eyebrows.

"Okay, Niall, I know what you're thinking, and he did not use my sperm to make a baby, alright? There are thousands of samples, and he probably did it before I even donated anything, so it's whatever," Harry rolls his eyes. As if Louis would choose Harry's sample out of the thousands and thousands of options he was provided with.

"It's possible," Niall mumbles.

"I really like him, alright, guys?" Harry sighs, ignoring Niall's comment. "And he's coming 'round tomorrow to have a movie night, so you two better either not be here or be on your best behavior."

"Fine," Naila rolls her eyes, laughing slightly and shaking her head.

"At least we know that you can't get him pregnant if you two decide not to use protection," Niall laughs, causing Harry to shoot him a glare. "I'm just joking, mate."

"It's not funny, I really like him," Harry pouts.

"Alright, me and Naila will go out tomorrow night, how about that?" Niall says, adhering to Harry's wishes.

"Thank you," Harry sighs in relief.

"Right, well, on that note, I've got to get back to my flat now, so I'll see you tomorrow at some point," Naila says, gathering her things and waving the pair goodbye.

"I think I'm going to head to bed," Harry says, looking at the time on his phone and standing up.

"Night, mate," Niall replies, taking Harry's place on the couch.

On his way down the hall, Harry receives a text from Louis, and he was definitely not expecting what he opened.

Louis may or may not have sent him something that gave Harry a raging hard on that he was forced to deal with before his nightly slumber.

He'll get him back for that later.