Meeting of fate | Larry Stylinson

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Harry gasped, looking at the pregnancy test in his hand. He's pregnant, with Louis' baby. "Holy shit," He cried, falling to the floor with a hand on his stomach.

He sobbed, looking at the two positive pregnancy tests in his hand. Harry had been having morning nausea for the past weeks, and he had been having pregnancy cravings.

He can't believe he's pregnant with Louis' baby, they haven't even been dating for that long, surely the older man will leave Harry.

Harry cries harder at the thought. "I love him so much," He sobbed, tears streaming down his face. This couldn't be real.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. After a few minutes, he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. "You can do this. Just tell Lou when he gets home, and take it from there," He told himself. "Everything will be fine."

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He had been laying on the couch for the past four hours, mostly just staring at the white wall in front of him. Sure, he would love to have more kids, possibly with Louis, but not know.

The time was nearing four pm, and he knew Louis would be home any minute now. He could feel his palms sweating, and they were shaking.

So when the front door was opened five minutes later, he wasn't surprised. Harry stood up and quickly walked to the door to greet his boyfriend. "Hi, Lou," He smiled, hugging him tightly. Might be the last hug from, after all.

Louis kissed his head and pulled away from the hug to give him a proper kiss on the lips. They both smiled into the kiss, and the Curley haired boy could feel tears behind his eye kiss. What if this is the last kiss from his lover?

"I missed you," He pouted, giving Louis' lips one more peck before pulling away completely. "Uhm, I'd like to talk to you for a bit, Lou."

Louis smiled gently at him, taking his shoes and jackets off. "Sure, baby. Let me just use the toilet first, I'm about to piss my pants," He laughed, going straight to the toilet.

Harry took a deep, calming breath and sat down at the kitchen table. He was imagining the worst scenarios that could happen, and just by the thought of it, he could feel himself starting to sweat.

He heard Louis running down the stairs, and he soon came into the kitchen with wide eyes. "What's this?" He questioned, holding the two positive pregnancy tests Harry took earlier today. Fuck, he had forgotten to hide them.

"Uhm, pregnancy tests?" Harry swallowed nervously, looking at a very shocked Louis in front of him.

"They're both positive, Harry!" He gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. "Holy fuck..." He whispered under his breath.

Harry whimpered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," He cried, looking up at Louis with sad eyes.

"What do you mean? It's not your fault, baby. I'm not mad, not all. I'm just shocked, I promise," He smiled at him. "When did you find out?"

Harry sniffled. "Today," He answered honestly. "I can do an abortion if you want me to. Please don't leave me," He begged, more tears falling down his cheeks.

"I'm not leaving you, lovely. Never," He promised, sitting down beside Harry and taking his hands in his own. "If you wanna do an abortion, then do. If you don't want to, then don't do it. I support you no matter what. It's your body."

"I don't want to," He cried. "I'm sorry! I know you don't want to have a ba-"

Louis kissed him on the lips, smiling into the kiss. "Stop rambling, we'll solve this out, my love."

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This chapter sucks ass