Mine: Larry Stylinson(mpreg)

He's mine

Scattered blood everywhere.
"Please, stop!"
"Stay away from him."
He continued to stab at the woman's side while laughing at her dying state.

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"Breaking news: A body was recently found behind the Chesire National High school and the police still hasn't found who the suspect is or got any clue who the killer might be. This is the third time this month, people! The principal wanted to send her apologies and sympathy to the parents of the victim. They suspended the class for three days and adviced the citizens to be more careful with going out alone at night. Take care and good night," the woman reported with her eyes wide a little. She was clearly scared of the happenings since the police just recently warned everyone that the killer might be killing everybody just for fun. And they might be 50% correct.

Louis held the sleeping boy closer to his chest and his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

He can't let anything happen to his precious baby and would risk his life if ever something like that happens.

He felt Harry shift and he looked down to see the boy already looking at him with big bambi eyes.

"Hello, darling. How's your nap?" He asked and lent down to give him an eskimo kiss.

The younger giggled and buried his face further on his boyfriend's chest.

"S'alright," he mumbled.

Louis cooed and kissed his forehead before slowly pushing the boy off of him but the boy whined and gripped his shirt tightly.

"Don't go, Lou," he pleaded while widening his eyes to look even cuter.

Louis cursed mentally. The boy was just too cute to handle but he git to get up and make them dinner. He doesn't want his baby to starve.

"I got to make us dinner, love. Aren't you hungry, though?"

The boy shook his head.
"You can't cook," he stated with a dimpled smile.

"Yes, I can. Remember my famous Chicken stuffed with mozarella wrapped with parma ham and with homemade mashed potatoes?" He said while making weird motions with his hand.

Harry huffed and raised his arms up.

"What?"

"Carry me."

"No."

"Carry me."

"I said no."

"Carry me!"
Harry yelled frustated. His eyes were getting watery now. Why can't his boyfriend stop being so mean and just carry him?

"Fine." Louis sighed and hoisted the boy to his hip.

"Happy?"

"Yes."
H answered and buried his face on the crook of Louis' neck.

"Spoiled brat," the older boy rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

He slowly made his way out of his bedrom and to the kitchen. Harry decided to stay the night and he clearly doesn't care. The boy was always at his flat since they're always together most of the time. They're inseparable, they say.

Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned. He peeked at what Louis was doing and saw him searching on the cupboards.

"Lou, thirsty," he mumbled.

His boyfriend immediately went to the fridge and fetched the sleepy boy a water bottle.

He took off the cap and brought it to Hazza's lips.
He immediately drank the half of it and burped a little.

"Excuse me," he said while blushing cutely.

Louis just cooed and rubbed his back. He put his head back to his boyfriend's neck and wrapped his hands tighter on him.

It went just like that for an hour and a half before the dinner was served.

"Wanna watch tv, Lou."

"A'right."
He carried their plates to the living room and they both sat down. He turned on the tv and the news about the recent killing was immediately displayed.

"No, turned that off." Harry whimpered and covered his face with his hands.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He asked concerened.
"I'm scared," the boy answered with fear all over his face.

He jump off the couch and stood his feet on the ground and puffed out his chest.

"Don't worry, Hazza. Superman is here. He will protect you as long as he lives!" He yelled out dramatically and Harry can't help but laugh at his silliness.

"I believe in you, superman!"

They laughed together and after their dinner, Louis brought the plates back to the kitchen to wash them living Harry alone.

He glared at the reporter and change the channel.

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