Two Adopted Girls, Two Gay Men [Larry Stylinson] MPREG

Chapter Eight

[Harry's P.O.V]

New Years was good, saying that me and Louis had gotten wasted would be an understatement. We spent New Years out clubbing, dancing, and having sex, maybe too much sex.

I sigh as I try to keep myself awake as I drive down the early morning city of the London roads, over the past nearly 2 months I have gained a lot more fans then I thought I would ever see.

Every time I'm out in public, I would get professionals taking pictures of me and within minutes people would be reposting, it was weird to think people did such things as make fan accounts, but I found it cute as fuck.

I sigh softly to myself again, getting out of my car and even at 5AM, I see flashes in my face and immediately keep my head low, rushing into the studio.

"God they're already crazy?" Troy chuckle and I laugh nodding. Troy, out of all of them I liked the most. He wasn't like the rest, he hasn't ever been rude or snapped at me. I liked him the most.

"Yeah, I think I should get going, don't want to get yelled at again." I say and I swear a look of pity crossed his face but he nods and I leave, walking into the writing studio.

I immediately get the paper and pencil, hoping and praying to god that I'd get ideas today. Since today was not Monday, I had to come in here for another 3 days and I got a three day break which I was thankful for. Louis has started taking full time care for beau, which was good, obviously I still looked after her whenever I got the chance too.

So after an hour I had gotten 3 lines of the 2nd verse done when Sam comes in, god why does it always have to be him?

"I hope you've written quite some," He says and I mentally roll my eyes but don't dare to do it. "Well I've-" He cuts me off, snatching the book that was in front of me and skims through it before slamming it down.

"I want to see a whole song done when I come back!" He yells and his loud voice startles me, a whimper leaves my mouth and I hear him laugh dryly. "Don't be weak, god damn it." He says, storming out of the room and I sit there, tears gathering in my eyes and I try to keep them in.

*****

I slam the door shut at 5PM when I get home, to say I was upset and pissed would be an understatement. Sam had come in and went off at me several times, and after I had told him it wasn't my fault I couldn't think right now, he told me to stop talking back and to respect him.

Why did I sign this contract? What have I done?

"Harry? Love is that-" I push past him, rushing into my room and slamming the door once again, I don't even take my shoes off, I just fall down face first onto my bed as a tear slips down my face.

"Harry? Love what's wrong?" I feel the bed dip beside me and I knew he was sitting there and then I feel his hand rub through my hair and that's all it took, I start crying, my cries muffled by the sheets beneath me.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I say, but it comes out as a mumble with my cries in between and no doubt that Louis never understood.

"Harry?" He says and I knew he was worried, so I turn my head slightly to look at him and I knew my eyes were swollen, red and puffy. I haven't been getting much sleep lately either.

"Fuck." He whispers before laying down beside me and wrapping his arms around me. I cry even harder, I had such a wonderful boyfriend I couldn't ask for someone better.

"Please tell me what happened." He says after a while, I wasn't crying anymore, just sniffling occasionally.

"Nothing really-"