His Submission {BDSM} {Larry Mpreg} BOOK 1

Chapter 12

Louis woke up to an annoying beeping, and he felt a large hand gently touch his arm. His eyes fluttered open to a long torso leaning over him for something, and in a moments time it all came flashing back. Zayn, Niall, the cane. He shrieked, his hands flying up in attempts to shield himself, but his entire backside stung, making him yelp.

“It’s alright, pet,” another hand settled on him to make him lay still. “It’s just me.”

Louis looked up the torso towards the person’s face, finding Harry gazing back at him in concern. He remembered then, Harry, Niall, Zayn, and the stupid fucking lamp he broke. He figured his Dom had to be pissed, and his face crumpled, “Fuck-”

“Are you in pain?” Harry asked anxiously. “I hit the call button because your I.V fluids are running low, that’s what the beeping is. I hadn’t meant to wake you.”

“I’m sorry,” Louis whimpered. “I’m so sorry, sir, the lamp…”

“Forget the lamp,” Harry told him, glancing up as a petite female nurse came in. She didn’t ask what she was beeped for, just scanned the room and got the answer for herself. She left the room and came back a moment later with a new fluid bag. “How are you feeling?”

Louis’ bottom lip still trembled, “My bum and back hurts,” he whispered, looking around himself as much as he could without moving too much.

“I’m sure it does…” Harry bit his lip. “He… won’t be allowed around you.”

“Niall!” Louis gasped suddenly, trying to push himself up. “Where’s-”

“Louis!” Harry’s hands slipped under Louis’ arms so he could try to lay him back on his side. “You musn’t move so roughly, you’ve got several stitches. Niall is asleep in the chair right over there. He’s safe.”

Louis covered his face with his hands, “He was going to try to take the blame, I tried to tell Zayn but he only told me to shut up and it happened so fast.”

“I should have just let you stay with me,” Harry’s hand rose hesitantly, almost as if he were afraid that Louis would flinch away. Louis remained still, however, and Harry stroked at his hair. “It would have prevented a lot of things.”

“It would have happened eventually I think,” Louis sniffled. “Zayn hates me.”

“Fuck Zayn,” Harry grumbled. “I should kill him. I’m still debating calling the police. If I knew for a fact that Niall would go to a good Dom I would. Any Dom is better than Zayn, I know, but it’d be so hard for him. I know he thinks that it’s himself doing wrong. He doesn’t blame Zayn. Although he’s not very happy about what happened to you, we’re both against that asshole on this one.”

“Niall’s so good,” Louis pressed his head into Harry’s hand, enjoying the soothing touch. “He deserves so much better.”

“I agree.”

The two were quiet for several minutes, and Louis’ eyes had fluttered closed again. He felt incredibly drowsy and Harry’s hands felt nice in his hair. But then he jolted to attention, “What time is it?”

“About 7am,” Harry replied. “I thought you were going to sleep again. You should.”

“You don’t have to work?” Louis asked in bewilderment. “Don’t let me distract you, sir, I’ll be alright. You can-”

“I’ve stayed here with you all night, a couple extra hours aren’t going to kill me.”

Louis chewed on his bottom lip, seeming to shrink in on himself, “I want to go home, sir.”