End Up Here - l.s (mpreg)

Chapter Thirteen

Hey, remember that time when I said there was no smut in this book? Yeah, me too.

They do 'the dirty' in this chapter, but I did not detail it, so it should be okay to read for people who are uncomfortable.

Also there's a few swears in this chapter, so please be advised about that.

My apologies for any grammatical errors as well.
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When Harry and Louis arrived in Singapore, where the event was being held, it was just around 1 pm when they arrived. The flight was several hours long, and the both of them were extremely exhausted.

Luckily, the first part of the event wasn't important for Harry, thus meaning he got to catch up on sleep since he would be jet lagged soon.

"Harry, would you happen to know what time it is in London?" Louis questioned, he was never good with time differences.

"I'd say it's about 6 am," he responded. "Why?"

Louis blushed, "I was hoping to call Jacob but I don't believe he's awake yet." Harry nodded in understanding and went back to the book he was reading.

Twenty minutes later Louis' phone began to ring, and his face lit up when he saw it was Jacob who was calling.

And if Harry thought that was adorable, no one had to know.

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Lou and Harry had just arrived at the arena where the fashion event was being held. Apparently it was a combined birthday bash/fashion show for the designer who was running it.

Harry was great friends with her, as he did model quite a lot of her items. Plus not to mention he was just friendly like that.

"I'm gonna go say hello to Donatella before the show starts," Harry told Louis, who had not a clue who this 'Donatella' person was.

"Who's Donatella?"

Harry laughed, "Lou, seriously? She's the designer of this brand, hence the name 'Donatella Versace,"

Louis nodded in understanding, but not fully. He would most likely question Harry about it later.

Twenty minutes after Harry returned, the event had begun. Various types of patterns, colors, and designs were shown off by the models. Harry was in awe with all of it, whilst Louis didn't understand one bit of it, but still acted like he did just for Harry.

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"Harry," Louis moaned. "I want you so fucking much."

"Do ya," Harry teased back.

They had just returned from the after-party for the fashion event, and needless to say; they were both heavily drunk.

"You taste so good," Harry spoke, nibbling at Louis' neck. Louis hastily removed Harry's dress shirt, ripping it right off - sending the buttons flying across the room.

Harry smirked, "feisty, aren't we."

"shut the fûck up," growled Louis. He pushed Harry onto one of the beds and crawled on top of him, so he was straddling his legs.

He undid the buckle of Harry's belt and the button on skinny jeans, then was met with Harry's hard member in his boxers.

Suddenly, he was flipped over so Harry was on top this time. The older man removed Louis' shirt, and trailed kisses down his torso.

"You're so fûcking perfect," he whispered and ran his hands down Louis' body, making the younger boy moan in pleasure.

Their lips moved together in sync once again, bodies becoming sweaty. Louis was then flipped onto his stomach, and his arse was in the air.

He was prepped by Harry, and soon widened his eyes when Harry entered him.

"Mhmmm Harry," Louis moaned.

And if Harry may have forgotten to put a condom on because of his drunken state, then no one had to know.

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When Louis awoke the following morning; his face paled as he tried to remember the events from last night, however, everything was a complete blur.

He was pretty sure that he had a hangover, especially with the headache and nauseousness he was experiencing.

Yet, when he looked to his side and saw a sleeping Harry in bed with him, his jaw dropped. Even more so when he saw both of them were completely naked.

Did that mean they had?

"Harry, wake up," he commanded. Oh no, this was bad.

"What," Harry groaned. He looked at Louis and then his eyes traveled down to his own body. "Shît."

"You think," Louis sarcastically replied. He scrambled to cover himself with the sheets from the bed, which made him panic a bit more when Harry's fully naked body was revealed.

Louis quickly threw pillows at him so he could cover himself, but it was as if Harry didn't even care since he still just laid there.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Harry started. "It's not like we can go back in time and change what happened. We're just gonna have to accept it."

Louis laughed sarcastically, "Oh what, accept the fact the we had drunk, unprotected sex last night, and neither of us remember anything. Yeah, I don't think so."

"You're overreacting Louis," Harry laughed.

Louis growled, "I am not 'overreacting'. Excuse me for not wanting to have another kid just yet."

"You know, there's a chance you may not be pregnant," Harry stated, as it was the most obvious thing in the word.

"There's a chance I may be," Louis sassed back.

He grabbed some clean clothes and walked towards the bathroom to shower, slamming the door shut behind him, making Harry flinch.

The next question was; What would Harry's management say about this?

They never seemed to like the fact that he was gay and was always trying to closet him, but now it's worse since he had drunk, unprotected sex with a male who is able to get pregnant.

He could only hope and that they wouldn't tear him and Louis apart.

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