Love is a dangerous idea. A very dangerous idea. It can make people do crazy, unexpected things. Yet love is irreplaceable. Everyone craves it. Now imagine a world without love. Or, better put, without the choice of love. Your soul mate is picked for you. Awful, isn't it? You bet it is. But that's just the world I live in. And I hate it. I hate the stupid government for deciding love was too dangerous; that it needed to be controlled. So every girl, on the day of their birth, is given a bracelet. Well, I guess 'given' is too light a word. More like, the bracelet is forcefully attached to their arm. We have no choice. On the bracelet is a simple countdown with years, days, hours, minutes, and seconds. Constantly flashing down. When the countdown reaches zero, the bracelet deactivates and falls off. The first man with a ring (the men are given rings, which they can only take off once a girl claims him) that the girl sees is forever declared her soul mate. They can marry or not, but now they are in a permanent relationship. Having a relationship before your bracelet or ring is gone is illegal. It can be punishable by death. Some people choose death though, to be with the one they truly love, and I honestly don't blame them. Some people are wise enough to time their countdowns perfectly, so they end up with the one they love. The thing is, I don't want to have my 'soul mate' picked for me. I don't even really want to get married or be in love. But if I do, I want it to be on my own decision. While my friends pray they don't end up with a douche, I'm trying get them to realize a stupid bracelet can't run their lives. Too bad that's not the way things work around here. Too bad I'm the only one that thinks that way. I just want to say one thing to the government, the Regulators, before I start my story, before I explain why I'm even saying all this: Go to hell.
READ! Because some of you still don't get this book contains male pregnancy. BEFORE YOU START READING. THIS IS MPREG! THAT IS YOUR WARNING SO YOU ARE NOT COMMENTING ABOUT IT LATER OR TELLING ME THINGS DON'T WORK LIKE THAT.
I KNOW, BUT IT'S FICTION.
"You're so cute when you laugh!" Louis threw his hands up into the air then continued laughing feeling Harry's shaky head on his shoulder.
"And you're cute too...if I could and if I wanted to I would marry you." Harry looked up giving him a lazy smile.
"You're not husband material." Louis hiccuped then laughed when Harry pouted.
"And I'm proud of it." Was all Harry said before drinking his tequila shot.
"You're the kind of person I'll never have sex with." Louis stated looking back at Harry who had a horrified expression on his face.
"I wouldn't sleep with you either." He said then burst out laughing.
[Harry and Louis are two strangers visiting Vegas. Harry just wants to have fun and Louis just wants to get over the cheating bastard of his ex fiance. They accidentally get married.]
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This is my new chaptered fic loosely based on the Ashton Kutcher movie What Happens In Vegas, I added my own twists and the plot is different than the movie.
I'll update every week depending if I finish the chapter. :)
WARNINGS:
drunk marriage, Drunk Sex, Drunk Louis, Drunk Harry, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Cheating, Fake Marriage, Mpreg, Mpreg Louis, Bottom Louis, Top Harry, bottom!Louis, top!Harry, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Little bit of angst, Fluff