I'll Be Here - A Larry Stylinson Mpreg

Part 11 - Everyone Knows

Details.

Small details.

Details that I've been too oblivious to notice before. The way his hair bundles up into a messy ball, the way he occasionally screws up his nose when he sleep, even the way his chest slowly rises and falls when he breaths. Details.

It's only really occurred to me how obsessive I was becoming of him. How just small things he does are not just something to pass, but something to admire.

I watched him sleep beside me. He was still wearing his collared shirt from last night. Most of the buttons were undone and it looked like it needed some serious ironing but god, he still looked good in it.

I could have laid there all day if I could just watching him. I found a bit of motivation from the little of what I had to get up but when the breeze of my open window hit me, I realised I was completely naked. My clothing was scattered around the floor and my boxers were all the way on the other side of the bed...

Last night I thought. I chuckled under my breath and shook my head, last night

It was everything I could of wished for and more... a lot more.

Louis was still sleeping soundlessly. I carefully slid open my top draw of my doggy drawers and slipped on another pair of boxes. I pulled on a plain white T-shirt to cover my bump. It was still small, but too big to hide. It was also coming to the point where everything's is starting to look unnatural, buy that I mean out of propotion. I have skinny arms and legs, my stomach just threw everything off. So I either am a) someone stuffing their shirt to look pregnant cause they think it's funny or b) a boy who actually is pregnant which by the way, doesn't happen!

4 months it's been. Only 4 months but it feels like it hasn't been that long. I caressed my stomach but flinched my hand away.

Rule 1. don't get attached.

The last thing I want to do is get too attached. I can't keep it, it's pretty clear I can't. I can't afford it, there's no room, I'm only 20. I'm just not ready. My conscience tells me keep it my head tells me it's too hard.

I walk out of the bedroom with the thoughts of what to do still in my head. Thoughts battle each other out in my brain

Don't be stupid Harry, you know you are only putting yourself and the baby into a bad position.

Keep the baby Harry, imagine what it could do for you and Lou! You'll be a family!

I walked to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea.

Harry, please, you can barely pay the rent! How are you gonna be able to support a child?

Don't give in now Harry, not after what you both have been through, not after almost losing it.

I sit myself down on the couch and turn the telly on.

Harry, you have your whole life ahead of you!

Harry, this child needs you!

"Goooood-morning" Louis swings open the bedroom door.

I jumped at the loud band of the door. "Shit... I mean... Uh, have a good sleep?" I asked.

"Good, as usual" he stretched his arms out and grunted "did you have a good sleep?" He winked at me.

I just smiled back and bit my lip but I stopped as I started to think again.

The baby, can't pay rent, baby, too expensive, baby, Louis, life, baby

"You alright?" Louis questioned he walked to the kitchen, still keeping an eye on me.