GHOST ▶ {larry mpreg}

✞ number 1 ✞

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"Get out!" Harry whined as he shoved Chris out of their bedroom once again. "It's a fucking surprise, dip shit!"

Chris' eyes widened, "You really use your vocabulary when Ella is away."

Harry gave Chris a dead pan expression, "Now will you go away?"

"Okay okay," Chris put his hands up in surrender as he began walking away, jogging down the stairs and to the living room where he had previously just been.

"So, what's this surprise?"

Harry's heart jumped as he heard the familiar voice echo throughout the room, his body getting warm as he gulped.

"I was just," Harry looked at the floor, twiddling his thumbs, "Going to do something special for him...since it's our anniversary"

"Special, huh?" Harry looked up as he felt a cold breeze move his hair. 

"What's your idea of special?" Louis was now directly in front of Harry, cornering him to the wall and Harry shivered as he felt Louis' cold breath against his lips.

"D-don't make me say it," Harry tried to get out of the force field that Louis had created around him but failed as Louis growled and he was roughly pushed against the wall, making the ornaments on the shelves shake.

"I'll be watching," Louis whispered, leaving a cold kiss to the base of Harry's neck before disappearing.

"Hey, babe," The door opened slowly and Harry winced, the sudden pain in his back becoming evident, "I heard a noise, I know you told me to not come but I was getting worried."

Harry softly smiled, walking towards Chris who was timid as he came into the room, "I- I just dropped something."

Chris grinned, pulling Harry into his arms and softly kissing his lips, "You okay?"

Harry nodded, leaning up and kissing Chris again but his actions were paused as he cursed, the pain in his back increased and he felt tears in his eyes as he hissed and bent over.

"What's wrong?" Chris panicked and Harry gripped onto his arm in agony.

Harry could only blame this on the jealousy of the ghost in the room.

"Nothing," Harry groaned, "I-I just worked myself too hard today."

Harry whimpered as he felt the familiar breeze at the back of his neck.

"Here," Chris worriedly lent Harry his arm as they took slow steps to the bed, where Chris helped Harry lie down. "Should I massage it for you?"

Harry smiled, that sounded so good right now, "Yes, pl-"

A scream left Harry mouth as he turned around in pain, arching his back.

"N-no, never-never mind!" Harry sobbed, his voice muffled as he bit on to his pillow and felt his cheeks get damp.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, "Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No no," Harry cried, his hands forming fists as he clutched on the sheets.

"Hold on, I'll go get you pain killers," Chris rushed out, bumping into the wall on the way out but ignored his pain, his first priority was Harry.

"Louis," Harry whispered, "P-please, stop."

Just like that, all pain left Harry's body and he collapsed as numbness consumed his body.