I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 26: Who the fuck are you?

10 minutes later I'm out of the bath and dressed in a pair of pastel purple panties, Harry's white t-shirt that got thrown on the floor last night, and my cute pastel pink unicorn slippers.

As I limp my way slowly down the stairs the smell of bacon fills my nostrils. Damn it Harry and his big dick for crippling me. I finally reach the bottom of the steps then start waddling and limping my way into the kitchen. My breath hitches when I see the back of a shirtless Harry in just black skinny jeans cooking breakfast. I can't believe this is my life. I love it here!

I quietly walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I was trying to scare him but he didn't even flinch.

"No fair! Why didn't you get scared?" I pouted.

"Because I don't get scared," he said.

"Everyone is afraid of something," I said.

"Not me, I don't even flinch when cooking bacon," he said. At the perfect moment the bacon popped and sizzled in the frying pan. I saw some specks of bacon grease land on the bare skin of his stomach and he didn't even flinch at the pain he was supposed to be feeling from getting burned by hot grease.

"I'm convinced my boyfriend isn't human. What are you?" I asked with bewilderment as I examined the area of his stomach that just got burned. The area looked perfectly fine and normal I don't know what I was expecting to find. "I'll figure it out one day," I said determined.

"Have fun trying to find nothing," he shrugged and continued cooking the bacon flipping it over to the other side.

"Anywayyyyy, what cha making me?" I asked him as I fluttered my eyelashes cutely.

"Something yummy, now go sit down. It's ready," he said turning off the stove.

"Mmm, I hope it's your dick on a plate," I clapped my hands excitedly and started to quickly walk over to the table forgetting that I'm severely injured. When I felt the pain emit throughout my body I stopped walking and whimpered in pain. "Owww, ouchy, it hurts to move. Why did you do this to me?!" I said with tears forming in my eyes.

"You asked for it and I know you loved it," Harry said as he turned around and looked at me for the first time since I came downstairs. I swear I heard his breath hitch when he looked at me.

"I did love it, but I don't love it now!" I declared.

"The pain is like a reminder of the special moment we shared," he said.

"Special moment my ass," I grumbled as I started to limp towards the table again letting out quiet winces. I stopped for a second to see Harry staring at me with a big ass grin on his face. "Why do you look so happy that I'm in pain? You sadistic asshole," I snapped.

"Because I fucked the shit out of you. It makes me happy," he laughs. "And I'm happy that I was your first and took your virginity. I would have said first and last, but since I'm your first boyfriend it's proven that first relationships never last," he said looking morose.

"That's not true," I reassured him.

"Yes it is, people get tired of being fucked by the same person and want to experience others," he stated.

"Well, I guess you're right, but that doesn't mean I'm going to want to," I said trying to reassure him that I'm never leaving him for anyone.

"You say that now but you will, trust me. Just," he paused to walk closer to me and place his hand on the side of my face, "promise me one thing..."

"What?" I asked.

"When you do want to be with someone else, can you at least tell me first?" He said with a glint in his eyes that I couldn't quite figure out what it meant.