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 "Save your breath if you're about to tell me I can't see anyone I want."Harry's expression hardens, his fists curling at Louis' sides. "You don't want to be withhim, princess. You want to get back at me for this morning.""Driving someone to school isn't crime." Louis retorts, huffing when Harry's hand curlsaround his neck."As long as that person is you, baby." 

Harry places his free hand on Louis' pert bottom,under the abundance of clothing Louis has falling off his shoulders. He pushes his glassesback on his head, and the emerald storm has abated. "Only you can ride with me becauseonly you will help me change a tyre if we break down. My princess will be the only one toset foot in this ride who is loyal to me and not just my dick."

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Seven Months (prior to proposal).

 Their school had won three visiting football games in the season and had a trio of flashy trophiesto display in the most populated hallway that all guests had to walk through. Louis heard therewould be one more, the deciding final between their school and one travelling from the coast, todetermine who actually deserves the Cup title. The showdown would take place in their trimmedand polished field out back behind the school grounds at five in the afternoon when thecheerleaders were done practicing and Louis is far enough away from the rowdiness. 

He enjoyed sporting events as much as the next guy but this morning had sucked all the possibleenthusiasm he could have had. Nobody would be able to retain excitement when they had to rideto school with the girl Harry bedded the night before. 

Louis was waiting on the creaky swing on his porch when Harry parked down the driveway. Hewas not expecting to find someone sitting in the back looking fiercely glum at her rejectedproposition to sit up front; and Louis felt that his territory had been violated. The only person hedidn't want to sit next to more than Harry was the strange female in little clothing so he took thenext best thing and ignored the driver all through the highway. When they came to a halt in theparking lot Louis rushed to jump out and all but shrieked when his arm was held back.

"Get out will you, doll?" Harry jerked his head in the direction of her door, not flinching when sheslammed the door on her way out. He could not capture Louis' attention with the boy staringahead fixatedly. "Talk to me, princess."

"I think I'm staying for the game tonight." Louis says monotonously, failing to yank his arm free."I'll catch one of the buses home." 

"Unlikely." Harry frowns, the blood vessels in his hand protruding through his skin with the effortbehind keeping Louis near. "If you're staying out that late-" 

Whether or not I stay out late, it isn't your responsibility to look after me." Louis twists his armand gets it away from Harry's grip. "Bye, Harry."Louis never imagined an acquaintance and close friend of his to be as impulsive as Harry. Heknew the man for five or so months but never got to see the side of him that made man into amonster. Harry said nothing when Louis walked off because in that moment he had nothing todefend himself with.

At four o'clock when the school was emptying out to prepare for the game, Louis was interruptedby a lad from his drama class who was once his partner for a mid-term project. He was surprisedto say the least and just about managed a polite greeting before closing his locker, sketchpad andbackpack in hand.

"Oh. Hi, Michael." Louis smiled while distractedly shoving his pencil case into a pocket of hissatchel. "What's up?"Michael is a six foot quarterback who crushed all stereotypes to smithereens. He is easily one ofthe most humble people in their school with his dusty combat boots and dress shirts. Above hischarming outfit choices was a head of amber hair styled into nothing uniform on most days; as itstood it looked like Michael had just had a shower in the locker room and the water had caused hiseyelashes to clump over sparkling navy eyes.

"Hey Louis." The jock offered one brilliant smile that seemed to illuminate all his features alongwith it. He nodded at the boy's belongings. "Need some help?" 

"With all this, you mean?" Louis laughs, holding out his mere two possessions. "You're sweet butif I let you carry my stuff people will think we're married."Michael surrenders with his hands raised and whistles, impressed. "I don't know anyone who cancome back as good as you, Lou."

"Yeah." Louis feels those words strike an ill-prepared part of his emotions and some of the lightleaves his face.Michael notices of course and awkwardly clears his throat, starting down the hallway when Louisdoes. "Headin' home?" 

"Think so." Louis confesses with a sigh. "Good luck for your game, by the way. Don't let thecaptain talk you into staying on the bench."

"He's the captain but he ain't the boss." Michael chuckles, stuffing his hands into his pockets.Outside the weather is turning grey and crackling with the promise of a storm later tonight."Christ. I don't know if it's a good thing that Coach will make us play tonight." 

"You'll be okay." Louis offers reassurance in a brief pat to Michael's arm. He looks out at theparking lot and the visitors' buses that are rolling in, momentarily distracted from the idle blackSUV at the base of the staircase. "Damn it, Harry

The man himself is waiting patiently in nerve-wracking calm where he stood leaning against hisvehicle, his arms folded and his ankles crossed. He had on a pair of aviator glasses that Louisborrowed when they drove to a bed and breakfast for the waffles. His ensemble included a poorlymended Pink Floyd shirt that's tucked into his waistband at the front, jeans that hugged his legsand were ripped at the knees. The noteworthy article of the entire organisation happened to be onhis feet; rather than signature boots Harry wore black flip-flops.He knew Louis hated flip-flops except when they're worn at the beach and when used whiledriving, Louis could turn into a time-bomb of complaints. 

"He here for you?" Michael questioned with a raised brow. Everyone knows Harry's name andfor reasons that were less reputable.Louis imagined the brunette from this morning walking out the same doors he just had and herquick trip down the stairs to take a seat up front where he never would. Sitting there this morningbroke tradition."Yeah probably." He answered softly. "I'll see you tomorrow, Michael-"

"Don't think I'm coming in tomorrow, honestly. If I'm playing in this weather I'm gonna milk thebenefits of claiming multiple sick days." Michael jokes, but his tone carries none of the humour.He locks gazes with Harry over a great enough distance and turns so tense Louis can taste it withthe winter air. "Was gonna ask you to stay and watch me play, you know."

"Really?" Louis is taken aback. He offers an apologetic twitch of his lips to Michael beforegesturing meekly to an awaiting Harry. "I'm sorry but I need to get home. When you get back toschool, you can tell me all about the game. Bye, Michael."Harry says nothing when Louis approaches him, his jaw screwed tight and his eyes hidden by hisaviators. He waits for Louis to be within a close range before pushing his weight off the side of hisvan and makes a precise grab for Louis' arm. All he gathers is the boy's shirt in his fist and gentlydraws him nearer when Louis tries walking in an alternate direction. Louis is turning away fromall Harry's attempts at a proper greeting but the latter is just content to have his boy in the circle ofhis arms. 

"I'm not going to ask who that was because I don't need to know." He may look unaffected onthe outside but Louis can feel the heat of Harry's stare burning into him, and the unkind grip onhis waist where Harry held him. "Associate with the bastard as much as you want but-" 

"Save your breath if you're about to tell me I can't see anyone I want."Harry's expression hardens, his fists curling at Louis' sides. "You don't want to be with him,princess. You want to get back at me for this morning.""Driving someone to school isn't crime." Louis retorts, huffing when Harry's hand curls aroundhis neck. 

"As long as that person is you, baby." Harry places his free hand on Louis' pert bottom, under theabundance of clothing Louis has falling off his shoulders. He pushes his glasses back on his head,and the emerald storm has abated. "Only you can ride with me because only you will help mechange a tyre if we break down. My princess will be the only one to set foot in this ride who isloyal to me and not just my cock."Louis squirms against his captor for several seconds before relenting with a mumbled complaint."That may just be true because I'm going to chop off your dick one day."Harry ignores his adopted violence and kisses Louis' neck, roping his arms around the other. "Noone will ever join our trips in the morning." 

"That wasn't my point, Harry. You know you're free to do whatever you want."

"I thought so too until your gorgeous face turned out to be capable of unhappiness." Harry peckedthe tip of Louis' nose with a megawatt grin, revealing all his perfect teeth. "No more, baby. Iswear."Louis finally succumbed and let his forehead rest on Harry's shoulder, trying innately to bediscreet about how the familiar scent of one male fragrance and musk soothes him so. He playfullybit Harry's shoulder. "Thanks, Styles. You can run a cab service if you want but when I'm inthere both you and the van are mine." 

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Present. 

Louis had been surprised when, upon exiting the school hallways on his official last day amongothers who could care less about him and more about the way his belly has healthily roundedbeneath all his borrowed sweaters, he finds Harry waiting already. Recently his fiancé – each timehe thought of the title they shared Louis felt increasingly antsy – has been much too preoccupiedwith his work at the gym to be on time to fetch Louis. 

Harry used to be a personal trainer at the most popular gym in town, undoubtedly made popularby his working there in his muscle shirts and ridiculous shorts. Now he juggled three high-payingclients only to take up the role of representative kickboxer. He fought every Friday in a nastyunderground ring that Louis was only allowed to set foot in if he swore to wait in the locker roomfor the entire fight because the crowd got ugly when their champion was defeated. Harry hasn'tlost a fight in his five but Louis was still on the fence about the entire ordeal. 

The fights brought in enough money weekly to afford groceries they could only buy once a monthbefore, and already renting a two-bedroom apartment has become a viable option. For three nightsthey went back and forth on this decision of whether to let Harry partake in one of the mostviolent sports until the man promised he'd do nothing to jeopardise their family or allow the greedfor money persuade his intentions. They could live like this until Louis had the baby andgraduated comfortable; there is no need for excessive luxury.On his way down the steps Harry comes jogging up the stout impediments to reach Louis first. Hegrabs his keys before they slip off his crooked finger and lets his arms find their way to Louis'waist. "I know what you're thinking, princess." 

Since he started fighting in the ring Harry has filled out every item of clothing he had. He wasmuscular before but never buff to the degree that Louis felt he was being smothered in theirembraces. Nothing about the feeling of sheer protection and comfort abated now that Harry stoodat well over six feet and allowed himself to turn as hefty in muscle as a lean bodyguard. Louisthought it made him something like an immortal."You always did." Louis smiles into the kiss Harry plants squarely on his lips, hearing his ownlaughter when the latter reaches under his shirt to palm the curve of his belly

Harry took Louis' hands in his and frowned at how chilled they were. "Forgot your jacket andgloves again, baby?"

"I don't feel cold." Louis replies, following suit when Harry turns around. He knows the drill andrather than stubbornly walking beside the man, Louis acquiesces soon enough to perch himself onHarry's back."How have you been feeling?" Harry is one much less bothered by the public eye and whileLouis hides his face against the man's collar, Harry boldly navigates them through the parking lotto his 1970 Ford Capri.A week ago when Harry commemorated Louis' milestone of hitting the four month mark, he wentto the local mechanic and discovered for a small additional charge coupled with the exchange ofhis old SUV he could be the owner of a classic Ford model. The mechanic's son was working thatday and knew as little about cars as Louis did so the irreversible deal was made then and there.

"My ankles hurt a little and I've been thinking about hot chocolate with pickles all day." Louisadmits, sliding off Harry's back to gracefully manoeuvre into the front passenger seat.As it turns out, riding shotgun has its perks because now he can shout his own order to the speakerwhen they go through a drive-thru. Sometimes Harry got unhindered access to reach across andbrush his fingers in no ordered pattern over Louis' taut pudge. His boy's belly has toughened in aslight stretch now to accommodate his wondrous baby bump, and Harry enjoyed more thananything those moments when he could feel the life growing beneath that skin."We don't have hot chocolate." Harry gets them out of the parking space and around a huddle ofteenagers awaiting their ride. "Want me to stop at Reggie's?"

Poor old Reggie's twenty-four hour supermart is where they fulfilled all their late night or poorlytimed needs. The mall was a drive from where they lived and Harry found that anything worthtravelling that far for could be found with the eighty year-old shopkeeper who managed a quaintbusiness across the street from them. Louis' rainbow marshmallows and Harry's shaving creamcame from Reggie's so often that the owner started keeping specific items aside for them."Maybe we should." Louis flexes his toes in his shoes and longed to pry them off. "I need vapourrub for my chest." 

"I already got you some of that this morning." 

Louis glanced at his best friend through the corner of his eye. "Did you eat some of it already?"

"Princess." Harry's knuckles turned white against the steering wheel but Louis would not ceasehis laughter. "I apologised for that." 

"You did but only after I caught you putting the stuff on your tongue and under your nose forfun." Louis soothed his taunt by stretching across the seat and pressing his lips' to Harry's tightjaw. He did enjoy the fact that this car had no console to separate the driver from Louis' antics;Louis could sidle up against Harry as cosily as he wanted to earn forgiveness. "It was cute, Ipromise."

"Yeah?" Harry brings them to a halt that is four intersections away from their street and ropes hisarm around Louis' shoulders just briefly. He tightens that hold until he can have his kiss, thenrelease his boy. "Get back on your side, baby. I don't want to pull over here." 

"You're all talk sometimes, Styles." Louis nonetheless scoots back into his proper seat. He yelpsat an unexpected pinch on his inner thigh before Harry entirely releases him, a much too smuggrin donned by his chiselled features.Harry barked out a laugh when Louis rolled his eyes. "Not even you can say it isn't mineanymore, princess. Your enlightenment is fuckin' blissful, I must say."Louis lays his forehead against the cold window glass and allows the contrasting temperature tolessen a burn in his abdomen. "Shut up and buy me hot chocolate, Styles." 

They were in Reggie's twenty minutes later between isles thirteen and fourteen, facing theimpossible decision of which brand name hot chocolate to purchase. Harry had gotten his shavingblades from the pharmaceutical isle and stood holding matching canisters of hot chocolate, waitingpatiently for Louis to decide. There were hardly many other patrons in the store except for awoman in search of porridge and them."What do you think?" Louis rubbed his belly in contemplation – an act that has becomeincreasingly common for the boy and each time did something that made Harry hot all over.Harry bit his lip and it bothered him that Louis didn't seem to notice. "We'll get both, princess." 

Louis made an unhappy sound and chewed on his thumbnail, looking up from the sealed cans tofind Harry staring with burning intensity at him. "What did I do?" 

"Nothing, baby. Nothing." Harry set the options of purchases down to glance over his shoulderbefore grabbing Louis and reeling him in. He pressed subsequent kisses across Louis' cheek untilhe reaches the boy's lips."What-"

Shh. Shh, baby." Harry shakes his head minutely to silence Louis' resistance.He quickly sweeps Louis up off the ground and smothers his lips with a fervent union of theirmouths, bending over forward just the slightest to balance Louis' weight against him. Louis' bulkyjacket is hanging off his shoulders and Harry grips the ensemble together so he doesn't have toforsake the taste of Louis' little tongue flicking against his own."Hmm." Harry slipped his hands lower and under the excessive flow of Louis' shirt, digging hisfingers into the boy's bottom. He chuckled at Louis shaking free of one jacket sleeve to wind hisarms easily around Harry's neck. "Let's buy both, princess. I have much to do to you when weget home."

Louis brushes his fingers through Harry's carless bun that held his signature curls back from hisface. He felt heat creep up his neck and resigns himself to the fate of having Harry see him blush.Some part of him that was neglected before Harry came into his life twisted shamelessly and madethe front of his pants tighter than it was all day. Blaming his pregnancy for being so affected bymerely Harry's words whispered sinfully into his ear would be unjust so Louis fists the lapels ofHarry's shirt, shuddering appreciatively when his fiancé initiated a sloppy trail of kisses up histhroat."Take me home then, Styles." Louis pecks the tip of Harry's nose.Harry squeezes Louis' bottom, kneading the shapely firmness beneath the clothes that are all buthanging off Louis. "Call me your baby daddy sometime, princess.

"Sure." Louis cupped Harry's cheek and dragged his thumb over the healing yellow remnants ofthe man's bruise from his latest fight. "You're not allowed to call me anything besides what youalready do though." 

"Deal, princess." Harry swiftly puts Louis on his feet and swipes the first can of hot chocolate offthe shelf without thinking."Wait!" Louis pulls him back with both hands circling Harry's wrist. "We haven't properlydecided yet. You can't just take one at random."

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Neither Louis nor Harry considered whether their sex life would be something that took effort toevolve, given that they possessed one beforehand that ended on a bitter note. However thesedoubts are put to rest the instant they walk through the door and Harry is pushing him up againstit, tearing through the buttons on his shirt while Louis tries not to giggle at his urgency. The manmakes a throaty sound of desperation as he locks the door hurriedly but concentratessimultaneously on rendering Louis astride his waist. 

Harry would never take Louis like that against the door – his boy deserved a soft bed at his backand pillows to scream into. He stalls for long enough that Louis is mewling against his mouth andslipping his hands below Harry's waistline, causing a mild shiver when he grips the front of hiscrotch. Louis has his clothes pried off his body down to his tiny briefs that Harry despises forkeeping the boy so modest. They stumble into the bedroom with Louis leading the way and Harryushering him along at a speed more suitable to the discomfort in his pants.Louis lets Harry stand idle at the food of the bed for as long as it takes a smouldering sense ofadoration to overtake his features. His brows knit together in rapt concentration that confusesLouis, and Harry does little beyond unbuckling his pants.

Something wrong?" Louis comes to kneel on the mattress where he will at eye-level with Harry,searching for doubt in those warm emerald eyes.Harry shakes his head and that's the end of it.Louis squeals when he's nudged back onto the disarrayed sheets and has Harry climb on top ofhim with predatorial grace, his heated gaze centred on Louis below him. Harry knows his wayaround Louis' body and spends the larger part of an hour putting his lips on every spot of hisboy's skin that could trigger shudders or moans from their profound vulnerability. 

He feels Louis writhe beneath him at the cruel nibbles and licking of his sensitive nipples, bothtrying to force Harry's sinful mouth away but keep him poised perfectly where he was needed.Air grows thick in Louis' lungs as does the blood in veins begin to sing with each torturous kissfrom Harry along his arm. It's something he did when they first fell into bed together, one of themany things that were reserved just for his boy; Harry let his damp lips graze a crucial path fromthe crook of Louis' arm down to his wrist. He never wavered from the outline of Louis' bluishveins until he got to where they seemed to branch off. 

Harry paid mind to Louis' belly, granting an abundance of kisses around the growing bump. Theirfirst Polaroid camera ran out of film because Harry could never stop documenting daily thedevelopment of Louis' pregnancy. He'd wait for Louis to exit the shower in his fluffy yellowtowel and snap as many pictures as allowed before Louis banished him to another room.Eventually, Louis started taking clothes into the bathroom so he would not be subjected to aglamour shoot in which he was dishevelled and dripping water every time he ended a bath.

"You look like you're about to fall asleep." Louis muses, threading his fingers through Harry'shair and redirecting his focus."I don't think so, princess." Harry sits up to make a show of pushing his pants down his legs,smirking at what is undoubtedly hunger reflected in them both. "The chance to get between thesethighs comes but too rarely."Louis is thrown before he can make a smart retort; Harry has made himself comfortable downbelow and was appreciating the Louis' nudity with his tongue on all the right places. "Are you ssaying I don't put out e-enough?" 

"I got you knocked up, baby." Harry mouthed against Louis' inner thigh, his lips already wet fromhaving them rub incessantly against the boy's pleasurable orifice. "I think you put outwonderfully."Thursday night is the least likely time they'd consider rekindling a flame that seemed to glow assoon as their bodies aligned. Harry remembers worshipping Louis' body to earn the intoxicatingcollection of pleasured sounds that tumbled from his boy's lips in any volume he wished. Hesmiles into their kiss when Louis starts mumbling about impatience, and allows his body topenetrate Louis' tight warmth at the moment it would derive the most uncontrolled tremor thatrocked their deepest means for arousal. 

Harry liked to watch Louis as he rendered nothing but bliss in his boy; Louis' expression wouldmorph into one of pure pleasure that abandoned all self-consciousness. He rolled his hips intoLouis carefully at first to find a rhythm and angle that would render Louis catatonic later. PinningLouis' hands to his sides by linking their fingers, Harry starts to build up a steady pace that hasLouis biting his lip to keep in his screams."Don't you dare, princess." Harry's teeth latched onto Louis' bottom lip and tugged. "I want tohear you. All of you."

Louis mewled and freed one of his hands to wrap around Harry's neck, sliding his palm lowerthen to feel every quiver in the man's back as the sculpted exterior flexed to manage his weight.Harry released a sharp breath at Louis' gentle touch; others loved using their nails while Louistreated him with as much care as was reciprocated."Come on, baby." Harry kissed Louis' cheek and lowered his body to have their fronts in contact.He moved his hips faster, thrusting harder and deeper with each smooth motion; precision wasforgotten as a skill when all Harry desired was to be as close to Louis as possible. "Give me you,princess. I got you." 

Louis fisted the thin cotton sheets under him as his back arched and Harry took advantage of thenew position to turn crazed. He slammed into Louis' heat and paused, grinding in slow circles topress deeper until it ached for them both. Louis was breathless, clawing at his back when thesensations were disastrous and crashing through him from the pit of his belly. His mouth wasfrozen in a dead scream, sweat gleaming on the planes of their skin as it also turned bright pinkunder Harry's hands.Taking care of Louis is an uncompromisable art that seizes Harry by the heart and threatens toself-destruct if he does not treat his boy exceptionally. 

He no longer fights that demon becauseLouis in close proximity to him is what silences its taunts, their bodies joined and savouring theother is a drug that incapacitates any heady evil. Harry kisses Louis and for those brief secondseverything goes silent, even the devil quietens so that they can revel in their connection. 

Harry stares at Louis' face etched with the aftermath glow of his orgasm, cradling the boy's facein his hands to direct their less than organised kiss. Louis emits a satisfied sight that Harry let's getto his head, grinning as Louis frees his limbs from the entangled sheets and drapes them in each aunique knot around him. The side of his face is brushed by Louis' thumb and Harry is conflictedabout which touch to respond to, but settles on Louis' sweet lips."Should we have used a condom?" Harry breaks the silence with his empty quip, roaring withlaughter when Louis hits him squarely on the face with a pillow. Before another attack, hesnatches the offending object from Louis' grasp and sits up with the boy on his lap. "We must nothurt the ones who plan to eat you out in the morning." 

Louis pouts at that but relents when Harry gathers him up naked in his arms. "Will you make mebreakfast in the morning also?"Harry hums, sliding off the bed and taking Louis with him. "I'll even buy you that cake mixtureyou've been harping on about tomorrow."

"Don't patronise me." Louis never has to close his eyes because the bathroom is too bright.Thirteen months ago the lightbulb blew out in there and Harry never bothered to replace it."Aren't you everybody's favourite fighter tomorrow?" 

"The guy I was supposed to fight forfeited so unless Ricky finds someone else willing to havetheir face pounded in, I've got the day off."Louis sits on the counter in waiting while Harry adjusts the temperature of the shower's stream."Who's Ricky?" 

"My manager."Surprised, Louis puts down the aftershave and hops off the counter when Harry stretches his armout toward him. "You have a manager?"

 "Course, princess."Harry has stayed to help Louis when he got into the bathtub that replaced a conventional showerdrain for them. They never took baths due to water wastage or when they did the water skirted justabove their navels. Harry used those memories as fuel to motivate him in fights; he'd give Louisand his baby a home where they could baths everyday with bubbles

"You're....getting pretty serious then, huh? With a manager and all that. I bet you even havegroupies." Louis looked up at his company, bumping his nose against Harry's with a small smile."Wouldn't know about that, baby." Harry replies, letting Louis have most of the water that gushedout at them from a groaning pipeline. He's smirking at his boy. "I don't exactly stick around tosign autographs." 

"And don't you dare start." Louis was frightened by the entirely lacking humour in his words, andheard true earnest ring through. "You're going to keep coming home to us, Styles. We don't needa million dollars if it keeps you away from home." 

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the end of part three of the five part series written by ss98