I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 13: Are you mine?

We finally arrive at McDonald's, after many near death falls and tripping over my own damn feet. Harry had to carry me bridal style or we wouldn't have gotten here anytime soon. The boys all run into the restaurant being all loud and rowdy, crowding around the counter barking out their orders to the cashier. Luckily there are no other customers in here. I mean it is nearly 3am everyone should be asleep. Harry and I stand behind the loud group of teens, his left arm wrapped around my shoulders and my right arm around his waist.

"Boys!" Harry projects getting their attention which gets them to quiet down, "chill the fuck out, you damn savages. Sorry about them," Harry says to the middle-aged looking male cashier. "This is why we don't take them off their leashes," Harry jokes and I laugh lightly slapping my left hand on his stomach.

"Harry you're so funny," I giggle my words slurring a little.

"Now boys, stand in line and order accordingly," Harry said with authority. They did exactly what Harry did. Harry handles himself very well while being under the influence. I guess because he does get drunk and high often he knows how to control himself more. I bet he'd be able to operate a car perfectly even though he told me he couldn't drive because he was drunk, I'm positive he could do it if he really wanted to.

"I find it cute how they listen to you," I say looking up at him. Even having on heels he's still way taller than me.

"They have no choice," he says looking straight ahead to make sure the boys don't act up.

"What are you like, their daddy?" I giggle.

"Something like that," he says with a shrug.

"I thought you were only my daddy! I don't want to share you," I say pouting.

"I am," he says leaning down to kiss my pouty lips, "you don't have to share me baby," he whispers on my lips then pulls away.

"Yay!" I say grinning while Harry stares at me with an unreadable expression. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he says with the corner of his mouth upturned like he's trying to hold back a smile. He then turns to look up at his friends who are still ordering their food. "They're taking forever to order and I gotta take a mean piss," he says taking his arm from around me.

"Can I come?" I ask.

"Yes you can," he says seductively and smirking then I realize how dirty my question just sounded.

"Harry stop being a perv! I need to pee too!" I say lightly punching his arm.

"If you wanted to see my dick all you had to do was ask, princess," he says whispering in my ear causing me to furiously blush. He guides me into the restroom since I've magically forgotten how to walk straight now that I'm drunk and high.

"I don't want to see your nasty dick, Styles," I say laughing.

"You won't be saying that when my nasty dick is deep inside you," he's say hot breath fanning over my ear as he whispers to me making me fucking blush even harder.

"Look Styles, I just want to pee not get raped while I'm trying to," I joke.

"Well you better lock your stall then," he says while unzipping his zipper.

"No Harry! I don't wanna see it! Put it away! No, not my virgin eyes!" I say through laughter as I run into the restroom stall.

"You act like you've never seen a dick before," Harry snickers. I start to hear him pee into the urinal.

"I've only ever seen my own dick but it's never trying to penetrate me," I laugh while covering the seat with toilet paper before sitting down to pee. I hear Harry flush the urinal then wash his hands.