A Little Love [Larry Mpreg]

Prologue

This fanfic was written in 2015, but my account was deleted so I am reposting it. I wanted to make that warning because my writing as since improved and the beginning is a bit cringey, but I think it gets better (along with my writing) as the chapters go on.

This was also written right before Zayn left and thus, around the beginning was the time he left so be warned of that. Also, of course it was before zerrie broke up so...awkward.

Anyhoo, follow me on instagram @hazandtae where i post memes and videos. Just in case my account is once again deleted...

(PS: i uh, made Zac Efron be Harry's boyfriend so yeah, lmao)

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Someone's twenty-first birthday is the most important day of their lives. It's the year where you're finally taken more seriously. People say your eighteenth is your year, but it's not. That's when you first become legal in certain places, for certain things. But, the twenty-first is everything. It's maturity, respect and adulthood.

When it was Louis' birthday, they didn't do much. Mainly because it was still the start of their career and they were too busy. The part was more small and it was Louis' hope for that. The other boys had bigger parties, but Harry's was the biggest. Everyone wanted to treat the baby of the group and it was amazing.

Well, the start of it was. Seeing as the On the Road Again tour was starting soon, people were still hectic and going crazy. They were all hyped for the new tour and Harry was excited, texting people to come to the party while the others set up the place and worries about the four cakes each boy made for Harry.

Being the baby of the band isn't always the best. They're all over-protective of him and constantly trying to make sure he's not getting himself into too much trouble. He never does anything to bad. The worst is pulling pranks on the crew and messing with the 5 Seconds of Summer boys when they were on tour with them. Now that they're not, he's messing with the other opening acts. Or planning too.

But, either way, Harry's the baby and he loves yet hates it. Times like these, where the boys try to make the party the best one yet, is when he enjoys it. Sometimes it's hard being the frontman for the band. He really isn't, none of them are, but the media makes him out that way and so management has him go along with it.

The others don't mind, they're grateful for not being insulted in the media as often as him. But, Harry's handled it well even if he's not a manwhore who slept with over three hundred women in a year, or however many that one magazine said. At first it hurt, but now he jokes it off or ignores it.

That was before, though. When he was around eighteen and just having fun but also crying over hate. Which is kind of embarrassing to him now, even if he still does it sometimes. His fans care about him and that's all that matters. Along with his family and friends, who mean the world to him.

The cliche thoughts made him chuckle as he sent out his last text and smiled as he practically skipped into the room where Zayn and Liam were ordering drinks and a karaoke machine. Harry nearly rolled his eyes cause of course they just had to get one. They always order one for just about all of their birthdays.

As he went around to check that everything was set, he stumbled into a hard object and sheepishly apologized to Louis, watching the boy just nod and walk off. Harry sighed, running a hand through his wavy hair and reluctantly went to where Niall was getting the food together. It was really going to be a hell of a night, that's for sure.

While waiting for Niall to be done, Harry glanced over at where Louis was helping some men hang up the flashing lights for the 'dance' area. He watched him with a small gaze, smiling a bit. Him and Louis -- they were just everything and nothing. They were awkward yet comfortable, happy yet sad and smiles yet frowns.