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

Chapter Ten

[Harry's P.O.V]

I had no idea what today was going to be about, but I was hoping they'd make it quick so I can go home to my lover and cuddle and kiss him because he's all I need.

I walk out of the lift and down the hall and knock on the door, it opens and revels sam, who was rolling his eyes.

I walk in and don't even bother sitting down, I raise an eyebrow saying "what is it this time?"

"Maybe the fact that you never told us about a daughter named Beau, and now the media is talking about some bullshit, Larry stylinson and they got pictures of Louis out with your fucking daughter and now they think you guys are married. Like I said, no one wants a gay fag of a singer, no one wants to see a gay face." Rob says angrily and i roll my eyes, but to say that tears gathered in my eyes was an understatement.

"Yes I have a daughter, what did you want me to do? Come tell you, you wouldn't have given a fuck anyway, are we done? That was very stupid of you, you could have just called me up for fuck's sake!" I yell as rob stands up, angrily slamming his fist on the table, a loud bang was heard throughout the room.

I flinch, shaking my head, and I do what my brain was telling me, yelling at me to run.

Just run.

And that's exactly what I do. I run to my car, tears blurring my vision as I speed back to my house.

It was Sunday, and I knew the girls and Louis were most likely still asleep since it was only 7PM, I walked into my house, tears streaming down my face.

I couldn't handle their shit anymore, it was too much. I take my shoes off and throw it against the wall, I pace around in the living room, and go on Instagram and see that Louis had gained well over 5000 followers, I groan and open Twitter and immediately see trending,

Larryisreal

I scroll through the tag and see what seemed to me Mine and Louis name together, people were saying larry was real, and then there were people saying larry was fake.

Then a comment catches my eye making me gasp through my tears,

Harry Styles is ugly. He is a whore, he is gay. He is rude. I don't understand why people are so obsessed over someone who should just kill themselves.

A small noise comes out of my mouth and I scroll through more and more hate.

Harry is fat.

An alien looks better then Harry Styles.

Fucking fag.

"Harry?" I quickly turn my phone off and put it in my pocket and turn around to see louis. I quickly wipe my eyes but I knew he had seen.

"What were you reading? Why are you crying? What did they say? Did you go?" He says walking over to me, I was still stood in the middle of the living room and I break down right there, as he holds me.

I bury my face into his chest, sobbing harshly while gripping his shoulders. I didn't know what to do anymore, i was such a child for not being able to handle hate, I've always been emotional, what could I do.

It was after a long time, it felt like ages that we just stood there as I cried but when I had finally calmed down, I had pulled away and leaned back forward to capture his lips with mine.

"C'mon love, go change, and I'll make us some hot chocolate how does that sound? And then we will talk." He says and I sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, I'll go change." I whisper, nodding. He hums and kisses my cheek before walking into the kitchen, I walk out of the living room and into my room, I change into a pair of plaid pants and a long sleeved black shirt and walk out, walking across the hall and into Beau's room.