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There's No Way That I Could Share You - Larry Stylinson A/B/O two-shot
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  • LECTURAS 91,389
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  • Partes 1
  • Hora 2h 13m
Concluida, Has publicado nov 21, 2013
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Harry had always been possessive of Louis, even before they soulbonded. This is pretty much just a bunch of incidents where Harry, as Louis's alpha, gets jealous when other people get too involved with his omega. And then there's part two, dealing with Harry and Louis' experiences during Louis' pregnancy.
(Natural birth rather than C-Section because I do what I want.)
(Cover made by @UniquelyxLarry)
Part One is also apparently so mature that wattpad made it private, so unfortunately you have to follow me to read it D:
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.