I'll Be Here - A Larry Stylinson Mpreg

Part 3 - An Unforgettable Doctors Appointment

Its been a week since the incident. Louis arranged with the bakery that I could have the week off although I promised I would come in today. I got up feeling like shit. My head pounded, everything sounded louder than usual and my stomach felt like it was doing flips inside of me, I've been feeling like this for a few days now. I could smell a familiar smell coming from the other side of my bedroom door. The fresh scent of Louis famous eggs and bacon danced inside my nose, most of the time I would agree with this smell and let it whisp me away to the kitchen table, this time it was not as pleasing. I instantly felt guilty, Louis only makes the 'gourmet' food on rare occasion and I would not be able to eat it this morning.

I took a breath and opened the door and the smell consumed me. Louis was already dressed for work in a simple white button down shirt matched with a pair of black pants and black dress shoes. He turned to place the last piece of bacon onto a plate. He turned to look at me with a smile.

"Hey Harry, you okay?" Louis has been so supportive of me this past week, always ensuring if I was okay.

"Yeah fine" I start. "I think I might be coming down with the flu or some thing"

Louis looked at me with concern "that doesn't sound good, do you need the day off? I can call the bakery and-"

"No no Louis it's fine" I quickly stopped him. "I promised work I'll go today"

He simply nods his head in agreement. "Okie dokie," I smirk at his childish remark "breakfast is up" he picked up the plates and sets them on the small dining table.

I take my seat and look down at the food then back to Louis, he was already digging into his. I slowly reach for the fork laying next to the plate, broke off a piece of bacon and raised it too my lips. I looked down at the red piece of greasy meet and contemplated if I should actually put it in my mouth or not. I took a breath and put it in my mouth. The intense flavour engulfed my taste buds and almost instantly, my body rejected it. I was going to vomit.

With great haste, I pushed myself from the table and bolted for the bathroom. Almost missing I heaved into the toilet bowl. I clasped the Porcelain as my body emptied my stomach. Once done, I collapsed onto the cold linoleum one hand on the seat and one of the ground. Not even bothering to wipe my mouth, I laid there limp. I could see Louis feet in the doorway but wasn't bothered to look up.

"Shit Harry" he said stepping over to me to get to the sink. He kneels down and holds out a damped cloth. I take it and cleaned my mouth. "You are not going today."

"Lou" I whined at him "I feel much better now" I felt like a child trying to convince his mother. "It must of just been all that ice cream" and that was a fair statement considering the amount of ice cream I've consumed over the past few days, it would make any man lactose intolerance.

"Harry I don't-"

"Louis!" I snap at him harshly "I can make my own decisions you know. Just because what happened doesn't mean you can rule me"

"God Harry what's gotten into you?"

"Just go away!" I yelled back at him. He looked at me puzzlingly but did as I said. Before long he took his keys and he was off.

I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. What had gotten into me? I was fine the last minute. I ran the tap and splashed my face a few times and dried. After cleaning up the mess I left, I went back to my bedroom to dress for work. I pulled on my black polo shirt with 'cherry on top bakery' tagged on the front. I found the name so gut wrenchingly corny. I put on the rest of my attire, grab my jacket and head to the bus stop.

***

It was now 12:00am and I was putting the last layer of pasty on the raspberry pie. My stomach bug has started up again ever since I got here. The ravaging smell of pies and freshly baked bread is inescapable in this place and its just making me sick. Why am I doing this? Has my mind suddenly drastically changed to hating foods that I use to love. As the hours went on, I started to sweat trying to keep down what ever was left in my stomach. The last thing I wanted to do was to throw up at work. I think all of my work mates where starting to notice and as I step into the pantry to retain another bag of flour my co worker Liam grabbed my shoulder.