Two Adopted Girls, Two Gay Men [Larry Stylinson] MPREG

Chapter Eighteen

[Harry's P.O.V]

It has been a total of 30 fucking days since we have last spoken.

Me and Louis.

Me and Beau.

Me and Olivea.

I had just finished the show in Sydney, it was 11PM. I had just gotten back to the hotel and changed into shorts and a t-shirt since it was a million degrees. I didn't know how people survived in this weather.

(LOLOLOL IM FROM SYDNEY OKAY)

I get into bed and I groan when my phone rings on the night stand. At first I don't bother but then I glance at it and I almost pass out from how fast I had gotten up.

I quickly click accept, it was Louis, I was really louis, and almost start sobbing when hearing his beautiful voice after a whole fucking month of not talking.

"Louis." I breathe out, but I then frown when I could hear the sadness in his voice, wbu was my beautiful angel so upset?

"Need you to come home." He mumbles.

"What's wrong? Lou, love, what's wrong?" I start to panic and start pacing around the small room, obviously something was wrong and that's why he had called me after not talking to me for thirty whole days.

"I-I kept throwing up.. every morning.." He says and I frown, was he sick, with the flu, or the stomach virus?

"Are you sick?" I ask softly and I could hear his breathing get heavier on the other line.

"T-took pregnancy tests.." He says and my eyes widen, no way.

"W-what?" I didn't know where he was going with this.

"Came back p-positive.. remember when you came home and I-I think I forgot to take my pill that morning and now I'm fucking pregnant H if you don't want-"

"What? Lou, no, don't fucking say that, Lou you know I can't come home, I'm in Australia, I have a few more shows and then I'll be home okay? I will be home after the Auckland show, just call me if you need anything-"

"I miss you. I'm sorry for not talking to you." He says softly and I could hear him crying.

"Love don't cry, it's not healthy for the baby." I sigh and I could hear him gasp before I hear a few deeps breaths and then he stops crying.

"O- okay.. I love you, I'll see you when you come home." He says and I nod, even though he couldn't see me. "I love you too, keep safe okay?" I say softly and he mumbles an okay before hanging up.

I collapse down on the bed. I go to the calendar and try to work out how many weeks he might be.

I count the days and it comes to 42 days, which means that's exactly 6 weeks. Meaning he would be around 3-4 weeks right now if I was right. I didn't know how to feel, we were going to have a baby?

I was happy, but I needed to see him as soon as possible, as I needed to talk to him, about a lot of things, I try to fall asleep, eager to complete these shows so I could get home to my little babies.

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I was beyond excited. I had just finished the show in Auckland and couldn't want to to go home to Louis, and my two beautiful children. I had a five day break, meaning I could talk to louis, and we could sort out what was going to happen.

I knew for a fact the he hasn't even been to the doctors after finding out he was pregnant, because he really wanted to wait for me, which was fine with me, I wanted to be there with him as well.