Too Much// Larry mpreg//

Twenty-one

"What the fuck?" Louis mumbled to himself as he paced around the bathroom. He had just barfed up his lunch because of the smell of eggs. Louis was shaking. Harry had a vasectomy,"I can't be," he whispered once more.

There was no possible way Louis was pregnant. One, Harry had a vasectomy. Two, he has NEVER slept with anyone but Harry. Three, they already had too many damn kids. The thought of having another child scared Louis to his bones. He was going to be sick again. His thoughts were interrupted by his youngest daughter.

"MAMA!" Babe said against the door,"open door or I tell daddy," she got does on the floor and shoved her finger through the opening in the bottom.

"I'm pooping," Louis lied, but he didn't need to get Harry involved. He wasn't pregnant. After a few minutes of freaking out and cussing Louis greeted his family as if nothing had happened. The kids were in the living room while Harry was in the kitchen talking to Babe and making lunch.

"So mummy is fibbing?" Harry asked with a small chuckle,"mummy wasn't pooping?" Harry added; Babe nodded. She turned to her mother and pointed.

"Can we talk?" Louis whispered to his husband. He kissed his lips softly. He was visibly nervous. He had his bottom lip between his lip. Harry placed the sandwich he was making on the counter,"I took a pregnancy test...and it was positive..."

Silence. The faint laughter of children could be heard in the background,"Impossible," Harry turned back around,"I had a vasectomy, you are not pregnant. Unless-" Harry stopped himself from finishing that sentence. He didn't want to think of the unforgivable,"you cheated," he coughed out. Harry turned around with clenched fist,"you cheated on me! You fucking whore."

To say louis was devastated was an understatement. It hurt him that Harry immediately jumped to that, and didn't even let him explain himself. But he was pissed that Harry was having this out burst in front of their child.

"First of all, how dare you assume that I would cheat on you. Second, when would I have time to cheat? I have to look over eight kids 24/7," louis stated. His ocean blue eyes was leaking down on his face. His heart was shattered into a million pieces. He was being accused of something he would never done,"a vasectomy can natural be reversed. You would know that if you listened to the doctor," he whimpered softly. Louis looked behind his shoulder and saw H.J standing there. At nine years old, he looked so much like Harry. H.J was crying. He was old enough to know that his parents are not okay. H.J had brought the other kids into the living room; he was also old enough to know that they shouldn't be seeing this.

"I'm making an appointment with my doctor tomorrow. If my vasectomy isn't reversed then we're over," Harry angrily grabbed his phone and keys. Without letting Louis utter a word, he was gone. The sound of his car rumbled the house. The sound of the tires screeching made his skin crawl.

Louis made eye contact with his oldest one last time,"come here baby," he opened his arms wide for H.J. His nine year old fell into his arms whimpering. His tears soaked through Louis' shirt. Louis played with the mop of curls on his son's head,"everything will be okay, my love, mama and daddy will be okay," Louis whispered. H.J didn't say anything, he just sobbed. The rest of the night felt off. Harry didn't come home, but thanks to the press Louis knew where he was.

Louis was laying in his bed with the twins sleeping on each side of him. Both of their faces were nuzzled into his tummy. The blue light on Louis' phone lit up his face. It was now 3am and a video of Harry just popped up on Twitter. Harry was roaming the streets with his friends. Louis could smell the liquor through the screen. Louis tried not to let it bother him, but Harry wasn't answering his phone. He couldn't sleep until he knew Harry had a nice, warm place to sleep that night. A wave of relief came over him when Harry's body guard texted Louis. Harry was staying at his house. Finally, at 4am he could sleep.

At 8am he woke up to seven hungry kids,"mama," one would whine,"hungies," another would say,"feed us!" That one came from H.J. Harry still wasn't back. Even after breakfast Harry wasn't back. Harry didn't come back until after dinner. That night they had pizza. Louis ordered one pizza, one slice for each kid.

"I'm sorry," a deep voice said from behind. Louis was helping the twins eat when he heard the voice. It was Harry,"the kid in your belly is mine, much like the other eight..."

Louis looked at him,"of course it's yours. You're the only person I've ever had sex with. Sorry isn't going to cut it. You called me a whore in front of our children. You let a fight break out in front of our kids. You know H.J cried himself to sleep last night because he thought his daddy was leaving us," Louis explained. His face was red with anger, but he kept his voice calm,"There's left overs in the fridge if your hungry."

Harry looked around at his large family. His oldest was giving him daggers,"I'm not hungry,"
He cleared his throat,"I promise I'll make it up to you. I know I'm constantly being a crap person, and I want to change. I want to change for you and my children," the room stayed silent,"I'll be in the guest room," and with that Harry left.

Once again Louis was in his bed with the twins. But this time they were at the end of the bed sleeping like a dog they saw on tv. Without Harry the bed felt empty. Even though he had a part of Harry inside of him and the twins they created at the bottom of the bed, he still felt alone without him. Louis placed his hand on his belly and cried. Maybe him and Harry weren't meant to be. They would spilt apart, and ruin the lives of nine children. He doesn't regret single child he had created, but sometimes, he regrets that he made them with Harry...

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Depression is a b*tch...