darbygirl30fanfic:

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CHAPTER 6

            Harry sat in his living room with four boys sitting across from him enjoying the breakfast he had made. Three of them unsuspecting of the news that Harry was about to present to them, two of them filled with sexual tension between the two of them, and one of them filled with confusion as to why he agreed to go to his moral enemy’s flat. Harry’s only support was the ginger sitting adjacent to him, and the blond happily enjoying his food, and the soon to be entertainment about to happen.
            “So… I asked you all to come for a reason,” Harry sighed out, as he chewed on his toast, avoiding the crust. He only started doing that recently when Louis had made a comment about how it gave him even curlier hair, and that Harry would soon develop an afro.
            “No shit Sherlock, spit it out,” Louis spat at him, with obvious false anger, it was now an automatic response to be angry.
            Niall and Zayn both punched him in the shoulder, receiving a small whimper from Louis. “Shut it you cunt,” Niall said with a huff, “Stop making up for your dick size,” Was Zayn’s snappy reply.
            “Guys, come on, it’s obviously something serious,” Liam said with a natural serious face, and Louis was right about to snap at Liam.
            “Children, stop your fucking bickering and let Harold say what he needs to,” Ed snapped, seeing that Harry was having a miniature panic attack when the bickering started.
            “Haz what do you have to say?” Niall asked softly.
            “Well… One of you… Is going to be a father in… nine months?” Harry sighed out, shoving the entire piece of his toast into his mouth.
            Their reactions were all similar, but different. Niall just smiled at Harry, having accepted the fact that Niall would not be having the baby he always wanted to had. Liam’s eyes were just wide and staring past Harry’s head, obviously trying to rethink what had happened, remembering that no condom had been used, and was slowly breaking down inside. Louis was laughing loudly, his entire body shaking with the humor of the fact that he could have possibly impregnated his mortal enemy. And Zayn, Zayn seemed to have a bit of hope in his eyes, like the pregnancy could create a better life for Zayn, the pain flashing alongside the hope.
            “If you want someone to blame, you can blame Flack,” Harry said, trying to lighten the tension that was suffocating the room.
            “Wait, I’m sorry, but you slept with all of us?” Liam asked, “In a short enough time spend that it could anyone of us? What kind of person does that? Were you trying to get pregnant? Are you trying to ruin our lives?” The boy stood and huffed glaring at Harry. “You are disgusting, no wonder Tomlinson says that all the time, he’s right, I’m out of here.”
            “Hey! Liam,” Zayn huffed following after him, tugging on his arm that the muscular boy kept pulling away from him.
            “God damnit! No one calls him disgusting except me you dick!” Louis yelled after the other brunette after jumping up. Louis spun and looked to Harry sighing out and sat down.
            “Well…” Niall murmured staring after the pare that were fighting right outside Harry’s door. “That was an interesting turn of events… Um… I’m going… To stop a fight.” The blond stood and slowly walked towards the door.
            “You’re Irish, the only thing you’ll do is start a fight, or encourage it, or join it,” Louis huffed, continuing to watch Harry.
            Harry was staring back, his green eyes wide, obviously trying to hold back all emotion, trying to not have a complete breakdown. “I’m sorry… I was really… Irresponsible,” Harry whispered, he watched as Ed slowly went upstairs, confident that nothing bad would happen to Harry, since the unexpected problem child had left already.
            “It’s fine. What are you going to do, shit happens,” Louis sighed, resting his head on his hands, “I know we don’t get along, but if they’re mine, I’ll involve myself in raising them,” Louis nodded smiling encouragingly at him.
            “I guess… That makes two out of four good guys then,” Harry chuckled, smiling back at him.
            “So… You laid us all, who was the best?” Louis asked with a small eyebrow waggle.
            “Well, I must say that Zayn was the best, even drunk,” Harry laughed as a small pillow was thrown at him.
            “That’s rude, I was drunk too!”
            “Yeah, your drunk, hate sex that isn’t really hate sex, isn’t good. And he and I went for hours on that couch,” Harry shrugged, “And by the time I got to you, I was pretty sexed out.”
            Louis jumped up and away from the couch with a disgusted face, staring at the now entering Zayn with a wrinkle of his nose. “You are a nasty man, can’t you find a bed to do the nasty?” Louis asked going over to prop himself on the arm of Harry’s chair.
            Zayn shrugged and sat back down on the couch like he owned it this time, looking Harry over, then Louis, and then Niall who was walking back in with Liam trailing behind him with a calmer look.
            “What’d you do to calm the beast down, blondie? Blow him?” Louis said with a snort.
            “Pretty much,” Niall smirked shrugging, plopping down next to Zayn.
            “No, he didn’t, he just told me all the consequences of ignoring the fact that it could be mine.”
            Harry nodded, looking to Niall with a thankful look and looked up to Louis with a nod. “So, I will be on tour for the next five months,” Harry started with a sigh looking down at his stomach, “And I finish right before I get noticeably huge. I think… It would be good, until the baby comes and we can find out, if we spent a month with each other. Just… So that we can get used to being around each other,” Harry murmured, flushing.
            “That’s a terrible idea. I live with my girlfriend, how do you suppose that’ll work?” Liam asked, keeping his arms crossed, glaring after him.
            “Well maybe you should have thought about that before you had fucking sex with me!” Harry snapped at him, jumping up. “I’m tired of this bull shit, I will not be afraid to make you pay for your child.”
            Liam looked away with a pout. Louis and Niall smiled at Harry having seen his feisty side for the first time. Louis mostly enjoyed the sassiness because he couldn’t really ever get Harry to snap like that. He hadn’t felt an attraction to Harry until that moment, aware that Harry could stand up for himself fully.
            “I don’t think I want to raise it with you. I’d rather pay child support than spend any time with your tricks and your guilt baby,” Liam murmured, his brown eyes boring into Harry’s green. “Figure it the fuck out, because our managers seem to like the idea. Let your girlfriend know that your pregnant fuck is going to spend a month with you two,” Harry huffed and sat himself down again.
            “I’m okay with it Harry,” Zayn said with a kind smile, “We don’t even have to stay in my flat, we can stay here… Where you’re more comfortable,” Zayn offered. “Honestly Harry, I’m excited, if he’s mine, I’ll be really happy.”
            Harry flushed and stared at his lap and nodded slowly, a small smile forming. “Well, then… I guess Liam gets out either way right Ni?” Harry chuckled, a fake smile directed towards the blond.
            “Yep, I get my baby or Liam’s baby, sorry Li-Li, you’re going to miss out on a wonderful life,” Niall said with smirk, Niall and Zayn exchanging a slightly proud look.
            “What are you going to tell the press when you start getting fat?” Liam asked softly watching Harry and Louis as they looked as if they were having a silent conversation.
            “Well… I… Don’t know?” Harry said shrugging. “I’ll let them know when it’s time to let them know I guess.”
            “Five months,” Niall spoke up and everyone gave him a questioning mark.
            “After you hit five months you are supposed to tell people, because between three and five months are when miscarriages are most likely to happen,” Niall said, his voice almost hoarse as he spoke, his blue eyes darkened at the terrible memories that he hid from plenty of people.
            “Five months then Liam, after I come back from the tour,” Harry said nodding, “And don’t worry, I’m going to keep the father’s identity a secret. That’s kind of a hassle to tell the pap all of your names, right?”
            “Right,” Liam nodded and grabbed his jacket and keys. “Well, I’ve got to go then, I’ve got five months to pamper and kiss my girlfriend’s ass before you end up at our flat,” Liam muttered.
            “Actually six months, I’m first,” Zayn announced and Liam glared at his now ex-lover with a huff.
            “Why is that if I dare ask?” Liam muttered, brown eyes battling.
            “Because I fucked him first,” Zayn smirked.
            “You unfaithful little…”
            “I’m sorry… What was that Payne?” Louis snapped, smiling with a feigned innocence, fluttering his eyes. “I’m so sure Peazer would like to know about Harry early wouldn’t she?”
            “Okay, I’m gone, I’ve got actual things to do that matter,” Liam murmured and walked out with a slam of the front door and Harry just stared after him.
            “He really seemed so nice,” Harry whispered and sighed, “Louis I’ve got to give you a lot of credit, I thought that’d be you.”           
            “He’s just upset, once it settles, and I think six months will be enough time, he’ll adore the idea, and adore you again,” Zayn said with a smile and began eating again.
            “We should watch a movie!” Niall piped up, going over to Harry’s television where movies were hiding underneath.
            “How about the Inbetweeners?”
            “No! That’s so old and over played,” Louis pouted going over to him and helped him sift through movies while Harry moved to sit on the couch where Zayn was already sitting.
            “How about the Avengers?” Niall suggested and Louis high fived him, putting the movie into the DVD player before moving back to sit next to Harry while Niall sat next Zayn, the movie beginning to start.
            Ed came down staring at them questioningly as he had his guitars in one hand and a large suitcase in his other hand. “What’s going on? Where’s Payne?”
            “He left, had to hang out with the girlfriend,” Zayn replied tonelessly.
            “I see, you are in deep shit aren’t you Haz?” Ed responded grabbing his keys and wallet, stuffing the objects in his pocket as he made his way towards the door.
            “Yeah… Where are you heading off to Ed?”
            “I’m starting the tour today Harold… Remember? I’ve got to go, or else they’ll get mad at me,” Ed sighed, picking up his stuff after fluffing Harry’s head and kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you in five months babe,” Ed said smiling, going out the door.
            “Shit… Right… Bye!” Harry began thinking, Louis having a similar look.
            “When do you two leave then?” Niall asked looking around Zayn with a curious look.
            “I leave in a couple days,” Louis murmured, glancing to Harry, worry flashing across his eyes.
            “I leave in a week or so… Since I’m Lou’s opening act in his Eurasia tour,” Harry murmured, thinking a bit more.
            “Then I’m your opening in the Americas,” Louis responded a small smile flitting across his face.
            “Guess it’s just me and Zayn then for the next couple months right?” Niall said looking to Zayn with a playful smile.
            The tan boy chuckled and pulled Niall into an arm hug pinching his slightly chubby cheeks. “Of course, us daddies got to get to know each other right?” Zayn responded with a shy laugh. He slowly released Niall, who was continuing to giggle, causing all the boys to laugh, releasing tension and stress that had been built up for the past couple days.

 4 WEEKS LATER

            They all hugged at the airport, well, Harry, Zayn, and Niall, since Louis was already coming with him. Once they pulled away, the two-touched Harry’s stomach gently smirking at him.
            “Take care of our baby,” Zayn said smiling.
            “Send us monthly pictures, and pictures from the ultrasounds!” Niall said bouncing excitedly.
            Louis took Harry’s hand in his own and gently pulled him back. “Come on we’ve got to make our flight, our management is getting angry,” Louis murmured in Harry’s ear. The curly haired brunette waved good-bye to them and trotted away after Louis who had rolled his eyes and went inside seconds ago.
            “They are such sappy saps,” Louis muttered as they walked through the turmoil.
            “They just want to make sure the baby is okay, it is theirs too for now,” Harry sighed smiling slightly at Louis.
            “I want it to be mine, and a girl,” Louis nodded smiling at Harry, wrapping his arm around Harry’s shoulder, chuckling.
            “Mmm, I want…” Harry huffed slightly and shrugged, “I don’t know…” What he really wanted was for it to be over, but he wasn’t going to ruin any of his new friends’ dreams.
            “You’re just one of those people that like surprises,” Louis sighed softly and sat down once they got to their plane that was slowly loading people. They would have to wait so that people wouldn’t make a fuss when they would board.
            “Yeah… because I handled this one so well… I’m pretty sure I broke Niall’s entire house before leaving, and then my room when I got home,” Harry murmured.
            “The little leprechaun probably needed to redo his house anyway, don’t sweat it Hazza, and your room probably needs to be revamped as well,” Louis snorted, ruffling his brown locks.
            “That’s one person’s opinion.”
            “And I’m the one person that matters.”
            “In your mind maybe.”
            “My mind is the only mind that matters.”
            “Again, that is only one person’s opinion.”
            “Do not  make me repeat myself Haz… I will destroy you if you do.”
            “You wouldn’t destroy the man that’s carrying your maybe baby?” Harry asked, making his green eyes and innocent as he looked at Louis with pouty lips.
            “Oh please don’t give me that look, you’re impossibly not innocent, and I’ll destroy you after you have the baby,” Louis snorted rolling his eyes.
            “Obviously the baby needs a mother to raise it.”
            “Fine! I’ll destroy you after the baby is born,” Louis huffed, crossing his arms, “But that’s as late as I’ll push it back.”
            “Good…” Harry giggled, trying to hold them back, and keep a straight face.
            “My opinion is the only one that matters.”
            “So does this mean you destroy yourself since you repeated yourself?” Harry asked softly, biting his lip to keep himself serious.
            “Fuck you Styles!” Louis growled.
            “Ah! There’s our band mates!” Josh, Harry’s band member said laughing.
            “OF course they’re fighting, I thought you two got over your stupid feud?” A member of Louis band huffed.
            “Oh we d-,” Harry was about to smile and say they weren’t but of course Louis interrupted him.
            “We wouldn’t dare, he’s a leech, lets board now then,” Louis huffed standing.

CHAPTER 5

            Harry knocked on the door of Niall’s flat. He hadn’t been feeling good since the morning. The moment he had woken up, he had been throwing up chunks of who the hell knows what. Luckily for him, Ed hadn’t been present to make snide remarks about all the possible reasons for Harry to be throwing up. It was the day of his and Niall’s first official date, the day where Harry would officially be off the market.
            Harry had dressed himself nicely, considering his worsened condition. He wore loose fitting skinny jeans, of course below his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Harry had also found a normal, nice looking, t-shirt that didn’t smell like his sickness. He carried bags filled with ingredients for dinner since Niall and him decided to cook dinner together. Harry was nervous, hoping he would be able to cook with his uneasy stomach. He warned Niall before the date despite that he was feeling better, things could always happen, and things always seemed to happen to harry.
            The door flew open and a brightly smiling Niall was on the other side of the doorway. Harry gave the blond haired Irishman a weak smile back, causing Niall to chuckle and step back to let Harry in. Once he was inside, Niall went to him and pulled him into a gentle hug, taking the bags away from him sneakily.
            “Did you bring everything?” Niall asked, leading Harry through his small flat to the kitchen.
            “Yes, what are we making?” Harry asked sitting on the barstool at Niall’s small, but nice, bar counter.
            “We aren’t making anything,” Niall smiled as he unloaded the bags of food and ingredients, “I’ll be making dinner while you go lay down on the couch and try to feel better. And while you’re at it, tell me what kind of symptoms you have,” Niall gave Harry a crooked smile and handed him a small trash can already having plastic bags in place for Harry’s vomit.
            Harry did as he was told, taking the trash can and moved into the living room, laying down on Niall’s too comfy large couch, reminding Harry of his night of getting plowed into his own couch by some sexy hot, mysterious model that he would never know again. He set the trash can right by his head, shutting his eyes thinking back to the past day, trying to forget his sexy times with people he didn’t know.
            “Erm… Well… I started throwing up this morning… I feel fine now though… But… Hurling can take a lot out of a person you know,” Harry shrugged tiredly, opening his eyes to watch Niall cook.
            “Have you gained any weight in the past week or so possibly?” Niall asked, looking up into Harry’s green emerald eyes, his own blue eyes dancing with adoration, humor, and the knowledge of something Harry didn’t know.
            “Erm… Quite possibly,” Harry murmured, glancing away from Niall to his stomach where his shirt had ridden up, unable to see any difference in his stomach size, except maybe for his bottom abs losing definition, but that tended to happen when one lied down.
            “Well… It could be your binge drinking and you’re growing a beer belly as well as recovering from all the drinking you did last week. Or… You’re as pregnant as a dog,” Niall said bluntly laughing and began chopping vegetables and boiling water.
            “Oh… I guess… That’s something I probably should have mentioned right?” Harry chuckled, “But… You can’t tell everything in the heat of the moment drunk or hung over,” Harry smiled up at Niall, who cocked a brow at him, trying to understand what he meant, having been joking about Harry being pregnant. “Ed, my roommate, actually had it as a question on the roommate application.”
            Niall tilted his head, running through the information trying to understand what Harry was getting at, before he smiled. “Well, it’s a bit too late if you really are pregnant. If you want… You can check to see if you are pregnant. I doubt they’ll work after a week if you did get pregnant a week ago or so.”
            Out of curiosity Harry slowly stood up, glancing at Niall who had busied himself with cooking. He took the trashcan, holding up to his chest as he slowly walked through the small flat opening doors until he came upon the bathroom. Harry gingerly put down the trash can and opened the medicine cabanent and found a myriad of pregnancy tests.
            Harry couldn’t help but wonder why Niall had so many pregnancy tests at the ready and felt overwhelmed, unsure which one to use. He finally chose one that looked brand-new. As he peed on it, he wondered what made Niall need that many pregnancy tests. Did the boy have that much sex with people that his partners would need it? Or was Niall trying to get pregnant, and this was just the one time that Niall got some one else pregnant? No. He was not pregnant. Harry would not think like that.
            He finished up and came back out holding the stick with a bit of disgust and nervousness. Harry sat down resting his head on the counter, sighing at the nice smell of what Niall was making.           
            “So, what’s the virdict?” Niall asked looking up with a smirk and mirth in his blue eyes.
            “How often do you take a pregnancy test?” Harry asked, avoiding the topic, and truly interested as to why Niall had so many.
            “Whenever I have sex in the position you haven’t seen me in,” Niall muttered, chewing his lip.
            “Why?” Harry asked. He figured Niall was like him and could get pregnant, but Harry wasn’t trying despite what Ed thought, and he did everything possible to make sure that he didn’t.
            “To be honest… I want kids really badly. I love them, and I want to experience it,” Niall sighed out dreamily.
            “But you just started working, and you’re not married to anyone,” Harry sighed out, “So why would you want that difficulty?”
            “I just… I think it would be beautiful, even through the hardships of being single. I do date too, but I don’t ever talk about it until a month of dating, but usually no one here wants to go that far with me,” Niall hummed, flushing slightly at what he had told Harry.
            “So when was the last time you had sex trying to make a kid?” Harry asked watching a picture slowly appear on the pregnancy test.
            “A day or so ago with my best mate,” Niall shrugged smiling, trying to be nonchalant, but was failing. “When was the last time you had unprotected sex then?” Niall asked snorting, cocking up a brown eyebrow.
            “Friday… I think… That was the last time I was drunk. And before that, I was with you. And then…” Harry stopped himself staring at the small picture of a smiley face on the test. “Fuck.”
             “That’s exactly talking about… So continue,” Niall hummed looking back up and saw the shocked face of Harry’s. “What?” Niall asked smiling, bouncing on his toes excitedly, something that Harry didn’t appreciate at all.
            “It fucking says I’m pregnant!” Harry exclaimed his body shaking, “Fuck… Fuck it… I’m going to take another one,” Harry huffed slowly standing up shaking.
            “Alright Haz, but the tests cannot lie, and I garuntee that I haven’t done anything to the tests,” Niall nodded sighing out as he watch Harry’s retreating back, the younger man running into the bathroom.
            Harry grabbed two more pregnancy tests, tearing them out of their boxes and peed on them at the same time, chewing on his lip. He walked back out glaring at the blond who just smiled charmingly at him. The younger male sat down at the counter waiting impaitiently. He went back and glared at Niall, resting against his arm.
            “So who else besides me and that Friday mistery man have you recently had sex with?” Niall asked as he began pouring the soup into two bowls.
            “Not even hours before you I was with someone at the studio in that bathroom,” Harry snorted, frowning at the memory of the last words Liam had said to him after their encounter. “And the night before that some crazy hot super model who’s name escapes me, and number apperantly.”
            “Oh really? That’s a lot of parnters? Should I get myself checked out?” Niall asked snorting and Harry glared at him.
            “No, I don’t have any disease arse hole,” Harr huffed.
            “So…” Niall hummed handing Harry the bowl of soup and the brunette and blond began eating. “Do you know who those people are that you had sex with, besides me of course?”
            “Yes, two of them, the other one I don’t know. I know he was a supermodel because that’s what kind of partner I was looking for that night since my girlfriend broke up with me. He was amazing, we had sex… until I passed out, which I don’t know when that was,” Harry snorted.
            He watched the pee sticks that were taking a much longer time than the first one. “Would you mind letting me in on the other two then?” Niall asked, loving good famous people gossip, and possible baby daddy gossip.
            “Well, Liam Payne… Was in the bathroom, then you… Then I went to Louis Tomlinson’s party and some how… We ended up having hate sex,” Harry muttered continuing to suck his soup down.
            “You and Tomlinson had sex?” Niall asked shocked and surprised. It was no secret that there was a lot of malice between the two of them.
            “Yes, and honestly… It was probably the best sex of his life, because I’m sure I’m the first guy he’s ever been inside. His many girlfriends don’t count because they sleep with everyone,” Harry muttered.
            They went back to eating their soup, Niall thoughtful about what he would do if Harry was pregnant, what he would do if he was pregnant himself. How he would handle it if Harry was carrying his baby. He knew he would also have to help Harry through the chaos of even being pregnant and only having a room mate, no actual person that was happy that he was pregnant.
            “I’m sure Tomlinson appreciated your generosity,” Niall snorted finishing his soup, taking Harry’s finished one and put them both in the sink and moved back to see the results of the pregnancy tests.
            “Fuck!” Harry yelled even louder, and Niall just sighed, remembering all the times he had said that in disappointment.
            “And Harry… Four baby daddies aren’t that grand either,” Niall sighed out rubbing his own face. “But if none of the rich famous guys won’t step up to the plate, then I will. I love kids, and even if I’m not the one having a kid, I could… I don’t mind having to step up and be their parent,” Niall said smiling kindly at him nodding. He decided this was the best route to take instead of getting mad at Harry, or becoming jealous.
            Harry stared into Niall’s blue eyes with frightened green before looking away cursing. “You know what? I’ve got to go,” Harry muttered, feeling overly panicked. He jumped up and trotted towards the door, throwing himself out of Niall’s flat. The brunette rushed down to the stairs and tossed himself into his car, driving like a maniac back to his own flat, ignoring the call he was getting from Niall.
            Harry released a shaky sigh when he entered his shared apartment laying himself out on the couch face down, letting his legs lay over his roommate’s. “Hey Harold,” Ed said cheery, and Harry released another shaky sigh, “What’s wrong mate?”
            “Um,” Harry said taking a deep breath, shaking, “I… I think I’m pregnant,” Harry gasped out, covering his face, trying to suppress his emotions.
            “Did you take a test?” Ed asked, cursing over and over again in his mind. He had warned Harry about this, but of course, as per usual, the kid never listened to him.
            “I took… Three… Actually… All… Different… And they were all fucking positive, Ed!” Harry cried out, feeling a tear slip past the heel of his hand that was pressing into his eye.
            “Do you know who the father is?” Ed asked gently, rubbing Harry’s legs reassuringly.
            “Well… I guess that’s the good news,” Harry murmured chuckling between soft sobs. “I’ve narrowed it down to four different guys,” He laughed a bit more.
            “God damnit Harold! What did I tell you!” Ed growled pulling at his own hair, “Who is it?”
            “Well… that’s where… the first problem lies… One of them is… some one I don’t know, a model. Then… There’s Liam Payne, who’s got a girlfriend, and also a misteress who is a mister,” Harry sighed.
            “Really? He seems so… I guess that’s where too good to be true comes in right?” Ed replied with a sigh.
            “Then there’s Niall, who is willing to step up, but I think he’s a little mad that he’s not the one having the baby,” Harry snorted, “And as you know…”
            “Louis Tomlinson… Disgusting… I’m telling you, he’s in love with you! This is probably his evil plot, to get you pregnant so that you have to spend time with him!” Ed growled looking away.
            “So who is this guy that Liam is fucking behind his girlfriend’s back?”
            “That kid Zayn that you introduced me to,” Harry murmured.
            “He’s a model remember?”
            “Oh yeah! And he asked me why I didn’t call him! Maybe he left his number somewhere!” Harry jumped up excitedly, causing Ed to jump with him, feeding off of his energy. Harry began flinging the couch pillows off and Ed stared confused.
            “Why are you looking around the couch?”
            “Because this is where the model and I had sex!” Harry cried out and began shoving the couch backwards, looking through all the dust under it to find a card.
            “UGH! That’s disgusting! We need to get a new couch now! I have to go wash my pants, and the rest of my clothes, and myself! Harold, please, don’t do that ever again, I use this couch for naps,” Ed huffed beginning to move away and saw a card lodged under the leg of the couch and tugged it out.
            “Is this what you’re looking for? Zayn Malik’s card?” Ed asked snorting, only Harry would manage to have sex with people involved in a love triangle and make it a crazy love multi dimentional chaos.
            “Yes!” Harry cried out snatching it out of his hand, his hair sticking up in crazier places than normal. “Now what do I do?”
            “You call your manager, and get their numbers and call them, setting up a meeting to tell them all that they are the potential father’s of your bastard,” Ed sighed beginning to put the couch back together.
            “Don’t call him a bastard!” Harry yelled at Ed holding his sides, glaring at Ed, and his face fell at the sudden realization that he was pregnant. “I’m having a baby,” Harry whined falling down on the couch, holding his face shaking slightly.
            Ed sat next to him and held him gently, rubbing his sides gently. “Harry, despite your age, and your career, they’ll be the most amazing thing to happen to you,” Ed whispered kissing his head.
            “Eeeeeddaaa…” Harry whined curling into the ginger haired man. “I don’t want to ruin my career.”
            “Think of it this way. You’ll be touring the first five months of your pregnancy, so you won’t have to worry about  having a baby during the tour. You’ve got five months of down town, and then another three or four months for your new album, and there are loads of people that bring their children on their tours,” Ed whispered kissing Harry’s head again.
            “So… You think I can do this?” Harry asked nervously, looking up at his best friend.
            “Harry, I know you can do it. If anyone can, it’s definitely you that can. And I’m sure, who ever the father is, will believe you can, and they will be able to as well,” Ed encouraged Harry.
            “Thank you, Ed, you are a great best friend,” Harry sighed smiling at him a charming smile.
            “Don’t give me that look, go call your people and then go to sleep, you’ll need all the rest you can get.”
            “Alright, good night Ed.”

darbygirl30fanfic:

niallogical replied to your post: Do you know of/have any pics of Niall that look kinda creepy? I’m trying to make a banner for my new story… Anyone?

i think you mean the pic with the puppies XD

ahahahah he looks like he’s in a catalogue.

harrywantsniall asked: hey im making a masterpost of all the best fanfics i've read on tumblr so far. i have some of your stories listed on it. i was wondering if i could have ur permission to post them. i'll give u all the credit. i just want people to read them ;). p.s. there are also stories by other writers on that masterpost aswell. please get back to me on this :)

Of course you totally can! I have no problem with you doing so! ;D

Hey I just wanted to check in with you all because I know I’m being totally ass holeish with not posting or saying anything. I’m getting my computer fixed YAY!!! I’ve just gotten to a new school with new people and such, and I’m trying to figure myself out with all that, which is another reason as to why I haven’t been writting. But I have some things set up, and waiting to be written on my computer and posted! SO YAAAY!!

BTW. I’ve fallen in love with 1D all over again because of their new video.

CHAPTER 4

    Harry and Ed walked into a large flat filled to the brim with people. They went straight to the large bar that was in front of the kitchen. When Harry walked up, he had an obvious look of disgust on his face at the sight of Louis Tomlinson serving everyone alcohol. Ed’s face was one of excitement and could barely ask for a beer when Louis politely asked what he wanted. At the sight of Harry, Louis growled, his nose and entire face wrinkling in disgust.
    “What are you doing here Eskimo?”
    “Same as you Ruffian, here to have a good time and get laid,” Harry snapped, giving him a snarky smile.    
    “Someone’s been reading the dictionary.”
    “Just give me your strongest liquor, I have a feeling I’ll be laying someone unpleasant tonight,” Harry murmured looking around at the crowd.
    “Good luck with that, everyone knows you’re off limits.”
    “But you’ve never had an issue with boundaries have you Tomlinson,” Harry replied snidely.
    “No, I guess I haven’t. But you haven’t either,” Louis murmured, placing eight shots down. “Four for you, and four for me.” And he took a shot, waiting for Harry to take one, before taking another one.
    Harry and Louis went on like this, finishing their shots together as they glared at each other with too much obvious distaste. After a few moments of just glaring Harry turned away and began walking towards the first girl he saw, who was actually a male, but Harry was not able to see properly in the dimmed light under the influence.
    “Harry! Love! I want to thank you!” A loud feminine voice cried out pulling Harry down into a tight hug.
    “For what?” Harry asked looking at the bushy haired brunette whom he recognized at Eleanor Clader, a girl he had met modeling in the window in the store he had been shopping in. The girl that was currently dating his enemy Louis Tomlinson.
    “For having Louis introduce himself to me! If we hadn’t met, and you hadn’t suggested it! We wouldn’t be in love!” The girl giggled happily.
    Harry growled deeply and glared at the girl. “He’s a bad influence love, you don’t want to be dating him. He’s probably cheated on you too many times to count,” Harry grumbled and moved away from her.
    “WHAT! LOUIS!” The girl screamed and stomped towards said male.
    Harry cackled evilly and continued on his trek to the girl/boy he was planning on pinning down and taking without a second thought, but yet again he was pulled away, but it was by some one more pleasing.
    “Harry, this is Zayn, he’s a model! And of course you know Liam Payne! And this is Danielle , Liam’s girlfriend,” Ed said quickly, and Harry looked over them all.
    Harry noticed something that angered him as well. He noticed how close Liam was to his girlfriend, the woman Liam had cheated on with Harry. He also noticed how Liam and Zayn had their fingers latched onto each other loosely, obviously Liam was cheating on Danielle with this Zayn character constantly. Harry began growling again, receiving small pets on his head from Ed. Harry stared down at the beer that had been placed into his hand and began chugging it down.
    “Harold are you alright?”
    “Yes Edward, just fine,” Harry huffed finishing his drink.
    “You never called me,” Zayn said, his other hand gently touching Harry’s s shoulder.
    “I just met you, why would I call you, or would have called you?” Harry slurred, glaring at Zayn. Zayn’s brown eyes widened, causing Liam to glare slightly at Zayn.
    “Here, babes, let me refill your drinks,” Zayn piped up, eager to get out of the tense atmosphere.
    Liam stared after Zayn, a slightly darker atmosphere surrounded him, causing Danielle to pull away from the male, claiming that she was going to go to the bathroom. Liam’s eyes then drifted to Harry, looking him up and down like a piece of meat that he so desperately wanted, but knew he was never going to have again.
    Suddenly Harry was slapped across the face and he was staring at Ed instead of Liam, a bit shocked by the sudden forced movement. He turned slowly to look at the human that had slapped him, and sneered down at the too familiar brunette who was glaring up at him. Harry cocked an eyebrow for an explanation as to why the singer would slap him.
    “You told my girlfriend I cheated on her.”
    “It’s true.”
    “No it’s not! And I’m not going to discuss this in front of all these people with cell phones, don’t need to make our obvious distaste for each other more obvious for the fans,” Louis grumbled, taking Harry’s hand and dragged him up the metal stairs, down the hall into his room, which was sound proof.
    “I’m too drunk to fight with you properly about whatever I had said to your girlfriend,” Harry grumbled beginning to turn away, but was slammed up against the door, groaning out softly when his groin was massaged and his neck was attacked.
    “I hate you so much,” Louis growled, grabbing Harry by his shirt and turned him and tossed the surprisingly light boy on the bed and turned him around so that his ass was facing Louis.
    “I feel quite the same about you, Tomlinson,” Harry growled, his voice muffled by the blankets on the bed.
    Louis tugged Harry’s shoes and socks off before tearing his pants off, pleasantly surprised that Harry was completely bare underneath, obviously he had been looking for sex this night. Louis tugged his own shirt off, kicking his TOMs off, and tore his pants off, leaving himself in his boxer briefs. Harry quickly tugged his shirt off so that he was completely naked, pushing his ass out towards Louis as a command.
    “No dumbass, you’ve got to beg for anything you want. Tonight I own you and your body, so you better fucking beg, or else you’ll be left here naked and humiliated,” Louis growled lowly into Harry’s ear, his hands gripping Harry’s ass, and massaged them teasingly.
    “Tomlinson… Please… Finger me… Make me wet… Goddamnit, I just need you!” Harry growled back, pushing back into Louis’ hands.
    “As you wish Eskimo.” Louis pulled a hand away and began sucking on his fingers harshly before pushing two into Harry smirking at how open Harry still was, assuming that Liam was the last person he had, had sex with.
    “Damn, Liam left you wide, didn’t he love?” Louis cooed.
    “Niall… actually. Bigger than Liam,” Harry panted, pushing back against Louis’ fingers.
    “Oh, the sound engineer’s intern? He’s pretty, not feisty enough for my tastes though,” Louis growled and pulled his fingers out, spitting on his hand and began pumping himself to full hardness. Harry reached for his own length, but Louis slapped it away.
    “No, you will come at my dick in your arse hole,” Louis growled and pushed into Harry, groaning loudly and pushed himself all the way in. He waited for Harry to make a slightly pleasant sound before pulling out again, and thrusting back in, and began moving at such a pase.
    “I fucking hate you Louis!” Harry yelled out loudly, instead of allowing moans to slip past his lips. Louis growled at the comment and began thrusting harder, angling his hips slightly so that he was ramming into Harry’s prostate.
    Louis’ hands gripped Harry’s hips tightly, his fingers digging into the tan flesh as he slammed into Harry harder, deep moans slipping past his own lips as Harry’s became screams of pleasure the closer they reached to their climax. Both shook uncontrollably, their hips becoming erratic against each other, and their essence was spilled simultaneously from the same pleasure racing through their drunken bodies.
    They both shook as the pleasure racked through them before collapsing in a tangled mess of limbs and organs and bodies, too tired and too drunk to even try to fix themselves. Louis’ head was resting on Harry’s chest, chuckling softly to himself, causing Harry to look down at him.
    “What’s so funny Tomlinson.”
    “Your four nipples.”
    “Shut up and go to sleep arse wipe,” Harry grunted, shutting his eyes to let sleep capture him, something he hadn’t done much of after sex.
    Louis huffed out and shut his own eyes, relishing in the feel of Harry’s large hand slowly moving up and down his back, arching into Harry’s side as he slowly fell asleep as well. They didn’t move throughout the night, even as the party went on and died without them. Ed giggled drunkenly when he found them curled up together, and opted for sleeping on the couch downstairs, since Harry was his ride home. Eleanor had left by the time Ed had decided to do this, going home with Danielle who had left Liam with Zayn in order to take care of the girl.

    Louis woke with a loud groan, and buried his face deeper into the warm chest that was holding him tightly. It was something he had missed with dating Eleanor, and all the other women Louis had been with due to Harry’s involvement with them. The lingering thought of Harry woke him up with another groan. He sat up, rubbing his face and looked down to the person he had been laying with, and threw himself out of the bed.
    “What the fuck!” Louis screamed causing Harry to fly up out of the bed, falling to the other side.
    “Oh god… not again… I hope he used a condom,” Harry murmured.
    “What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” Louis growled moving around the bed to the other side, staring down at the very fit Harry, who was slowly standing up and rubbing his ass.
    Harry looked up, frowning up at Louis. “What was your dick doing up in my arse?” Harry murmured slowly standing up wincing.
    Louis’ eyes widened a bit, realizing that it indeed was not his ass that was hurting for once. “We didn’t use a condom. I hope you’re not one of the five percent that can get pregnant.”
    Harry grunted and moved away from Louis, picking up his clothes slowly, and dressed, shaking out his curls. “Even if I was, it’s more likely that I have wednesday night’s baby, then yours or Liams, or Thursday night’s. We fucked more and better than I did with you,” Harry huffed, tugging on his shirt, throwing the door open. “Ed get off your arse so we can go the fuck home,” Harry growled, throwing the blanket off of the ginger.
    “Oh! No good morning sex! I just.. Alright… Hope you guys used a condom,” Ed said quickly and Harry growled a bit more.
    “I do not want to see your Ginger ass and your White ass here ever again alright! No matter if there is a party here or not! I cannot belive you fucking put your arse on my dick, sleaze bag,” Louis called out on his balcony over the living room.
    “You put your dick in my ass without even a question, so fuck you Tomlinson! And learn some fucking manners and what the fuck is social correct. You socially incompetent ninny!” Harry yelled out slamming the door.
    He and Ed quickly made their way to Harry’s Range Rover, the only car from the party that was still left. They both got into the car, slamming the doors shut, and released a groan, all in unison, both hung over. Once they were on the road home Ed couldn’t help, but chuckle to himself.
    “What?” Harry growled.
    “You said ninny.”
    “Yes… I did.”
    “Do we live in the fifties now?”
    “Of course not you twat, but I had already used up all the language I knew before I left his room, so I was reverting back to roots Ed,” Harry said nonchalantly, a sly smile on his face.
    “I swear though, you two are so fucking in love it’s ridiculous.”
    “Don’t.”
    “What?”
    “There is no fucking way I am in love with that fucking prick.”
    “He is with you. He practically takes away all your relationships. And you know why?”
    “No, and I don’t want to know, but I have a strange feeling you’re going to tell me.”
    “Because he’s in love with you, and wants you to himself, but is too proud to admit it.”
    “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard you say Ed.”
    “Did you wear a condom?”
    “No we were too shitfaced to think about it.”
    “I wonder who the father’s going to be.”
    “I’m not pregnant!”
    “You had sex with four lads, you have more of a chance of having octuplets than not being pregnant.”
    “I. Am. Not. Pregnant.”
    “Not Yet.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “So…”
    “What?”
    “Zayn Malik.”

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So, since my computer’s hardware might be malfunctioning, yaaaaay >,> I have to rewrite chapter 4 of 18&P on google docs, and go to the library to do it. Puaaaah… Yaaaay! I’m sorry ya’ll and I start school tomorrow, so idk when I’ll be able to do it. But I has stuffed lined up, and my other 1D disney stories might be discontinued unless I can get the files off of my computer. I’m sorry. That’s whats goin on.

How do ya’ll feel about at Entourage 1D crossover? Because I’m writing it right now!! Haahaha… I like it.

Anyone ever notice that Vince looks like what Haz would look like if he was able to grow facial hair?

If you do, put them in my ask! Then I’ll be able to keep track of them! Haha!!! Xxx

Since I will be gone for a while, if you have any one shot requests I’ll gladly take them into concideration and probably write them in my note book! :D