I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 40: Do you want to be my Mrs. Styles?

"Where are we going?" I asked after we got cleaned up and dressed.

"It's a surprise," Harry said as he started the car, then began driving down the road.

"I hate surprises," I whine.

"I know," he said glancing at me with a cheeky smile, then placing his hand down onto my thigh.

I huff and sit back in my seat, waiting for whatever the fuck this surprise is. Minutes later we arrive at my house.

"The surprise is my house?" I asked totally unimpressed.

"Come on, little one," Harry said in a sing song voice.

He got out of the car, came on my side, opened my door, then helped me out. We walked hand in hand, our fingers laced together as we entered my house.

"Harry, my darling it's so good to see you," my mom said, literally running to hug, and kiss him on the cheek.

"How's my future son-in-law?" My dad, who is sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, beamed at Harry, making me roll my eyes. It's like they love Harry more than me now.

"I'm good, dad," Harry said beaming back at him. Oh and did I mention Harry occasionally calls my parents mom and dad as a joke. Well it started off as a joke, but I'm not so sure if it's a joke anymore. Either way I like it. It feels like he's a part of our family.

Obviously, you see my dad hates Harry a lot less. They started watching football games and drinking beers together while watching. Along with my brother of course. Sometimes even Harry's friends come along too to hang out with them.

"So, parents of the most beautiful boy in the world...would you guys mind if I...Can I kidnap Louis?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Harry, what kind of question?" I asked with a laugh.

"Yes, take him! Run away!" My mom exclaimed happily.

"Mom, what the heck?!" I said baffled at her response.

"Sorry, honey, this is great fanfic material."

"Oh god," I exasperate.

"So, Harry you're still keeping my boy happy I see," my dad pointed out happily.

"Of course, always," Harry says squeezing my hand and smiling down at me.

"Wait a minute, you didn't leave out of here with those two hickeys," my dad says to me as he examined my neck.

"Okay, we're going to my room now," I say with a sheepish blush and quickly pull Harry up the stairs.

"Leave the door open!" I hear my parents both shout at the same time just as I was about to slam my door shut. I roll my eyes while Harry laughs.

"So, what's the surprise? The anticipation is killing me!" I say as I sit down on my bed.

"Do you still have my cum in your ass?" Harry said quietly so my parents couldn't hear from the open door, but loud enough so I could hear him as he walked over to my closet.

"I thought you wiped it out," I said.

"Some still could have come out after I wiped it."

"Why are you even asking me this?" I say with a chuckle.

"Because, you're about to change your clothes and I want to make sure you don't get them messed up."

"Why am I changing my clothes?"

"For the surprise," he winked at me.

"This surprise better snatch my weave off," I joked.

"Oh, it will," he said as he started looking through my closet.