A Little Love [Larry Mpreg]

Chapter 4

It's been two weeks and Louis nor Harry have attempted speaking to each other. It was awkward and Harry should have known it would be. He didn't even know why he asked Louis to have sex with him. It was wrong. Louis has a girlfriend and Harry is still not over him and Zac breaking up.

He has been laying in bed all day. He was feeling a little dizzy earlier when he woke up and didn't understand why. He's probably just being a nervous wreck over being around Louis tomorrow. They had a four day little break and their first show in Japan starts tomorrow.

Usually Harry would be pumped and drinking with Liam, but at the moment he couldn't seem to be excited about it. He wanted so badly to just party and go around Japan, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Especially not when Louis is going to be doing the same.

There's not much to do anyways. They had a interview later in the week, but right now they're home free. They can explore as long as they have security around and if they're careful. So, him and Zayn were planning on going out tomorrow before the concert. He was scared to do so, however.

Harry let out a whine, wrapping his arm around his bare stomach and cringed slightly. He felt naseuas and grumbled while turning onto his side. He took a deep breath, sitting up and that jostled his stomach. He felt ill, but brushed it off. He probably just ate some bad sushi or something.

He grabbed his phone, scrolling through his tweets and typed out a mysterious yet 'Harry-Like' quote. The fans all replied with 'follow me!', 'I love you!','Wtf does this mean?' or 'Have sex with me!'. After reading the last one, he grimaced yet laughed slightly.

The fans are a bucket of crazy. He loved them, though. They always seem to make him smile even at his most hurtful times. Such as after having sex not once, but twice with Louis. He couldn't even understand why or how that happened. Especially since they never did that before, even when they dated.

He felt dirty. Like he was being used? But, he wasn't. Considering he asked Louis to sleep with him, it's all his fault. However, he strangely doesn't regret it. He felt so loved and cared for. Like, he actually meant something to Louis and it made him feel wonderful.

Maybe round two was a little too much, though.

It was actually better than the first time. It could be because they were in a shower. It was a little steamy and slightly rougher, considering they didn't have actual lubrícant and Louis had to improvise. But, it was like Louis knew he was sad and so he went in and well, it was amazing.

Thinking about it made Harry turned on and he pouted, glancing at the bulge in his boxers. He's still in his sleepwear and it's almost one in the afternoon. He should be getting up and doing something, but Niall sleeps in a lot later, so at least he's not being a lazy mofo.

Before he could think more through it, he heard a knock at the door. Harry said without thinking,"Come in!"

Much to his surprise, Louis walked in the room and shut the door quickly behind him. Almost like he was sneaking around when really, he wasn't. A fond smile formed on Harry's face. Louis was wearing joggers and a hoodie. His hair was ruffled a bit and messy, yet pleasant. It was such a typical Louis look.

Louis walked over in a rush, but halted. He gulped slowly, looking over Harry and shifted on his feet when seeing him only in boxers. Then Harry blushed, realizing he was still hard in his boxers. He hesitantly sat up, awkwardly placing his hands in his lap to try and hide it.

However, Louis noticed it and his eyes darted from the bulge to Harry's face. He sat on the bed, scooting closer to Harry and looked like he wanted to say something. But, was stunned silently. His mind went blank and Harry wanted so badly for the boy to get him off.