Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

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"So what about the fucking hamster?"

Harry turned his head from where it was laying on the pillow and frowned. "What about him?"

"Is he still alive?"

"Yes, Louis," Harry replied with a roll to his eyes.

"How come you never do anything with him?" Louis pestered. "Where is he?"

"Well, what the hell are you supposed to do with a pet hamster?" Harry questioned back, still frowning over at Louis.

"You made me hold a store open at midnight just so you could go get the hamster. I'd expect some lively stuff to happen."

"Okay," Harry sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. "Let me just get a leash for the hamster and take him on walks with Cliff."

"Sassy," Louis grumbled.

"You asked a stupid question," Harry retaliated with.

Louis let out a little hum as he continued to watch Harry. Harry was slowly closing his eyes again and wrapping his arms around his belly with a small grimace coming across his face. Louis frowned as he pressed himself closer to Harry. He rested his hand gently on his forehead and pressed a light kiss to his nose.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked gently. "I didn't fuck you too hard did I?"

"Shut up," Harry snorted, cracking his eyes open. "You wish you could do that."

"You look pale," Louis continued with. He started moving his hand all over Harry's face to see if he could feel any heat to his skin.

It wasn't much other than him looking flushed. His skin was slightly warm, but Louis didn't know if that was from the aftermath of them having sex or if Harry really was starting to feel poorly.

"I don't feel the best. I'm sorry," Harry then frowned, pouting his lips over at Louis. "Happy Anniversary. I suck."

"Are you pregnant then?" Louis asked hopefully. He ended up moving his hands to Harry's belly and began rubbing his tummy with a giant smile on his face. 

"No, Louis," Harry grumbled under his breath. "It started last night after I ate the chicken."

Louis let out a defeated sigh and removed his hands from Harry. He instead laid on his side and wrapped his arms around his husband before he was pulling him in close. He shifted the two of them so Harry's head was able to rest on his chest so Louis could run his fingers through his sweaty hair. 

"You sure you're not pregnant?"

Harry let out an annoyed huff, but he still mindlessly sunk himself further against Louis' body. "I forget you have a massive pregnancy kink."

Louis snorted, pressing his lips to Harry's forehead. "Excuse me, I love seeing you stuffed with my baby." A few seconds pause and then, "And stuffed with my cock, too."

Harry let out a loud groan and buried his face into Louis' chest. He brought his hand up and ended up smacking Louis on the side of his arm. "You're disgusting," he complained, but he was still cuddling Louis as close to his body as he could despite how annoyed his words proved.

"I'm kidding, baby," Louis then softened, slowly drawing Harry's face away from his chest so they could look at each other. "I loved when you were pregnant because you were glowing. Even more beautiful than you are now."

"I'm sick right now," Harry reminded with a pout.

"And you're still fucking gorgeous," Louis smiled, leaning down to rub their noses together.