And My Heart Is A Hollow Plain (Larry Stylinson Mpreg)

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Green plains that soon turned into dirty streets seemed to go on forever while Louis watched them, feeling the warm wind on his face until the carriage came to an abrupt stop, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned his head to his left, watching his husband getting out first then held onto his gross and calloused hand to get out. He wanted to pull it away but people were watching, and the man had a tight grip on his smaller one.

Louis Tomlinson of Clark, the son of a simple Baron, had been betrothed to Earl, Howard Clark, at the mere age of only eighteen while his husband had been thirty five at the time. Now at twenty two and his husband at thirty nine, he was miserable living a life that just wasn't what he would have wanted for himself.

While getting out of the carriage, he avoided looking at the people around him, being them the only ones dressed in the fanciest of clothes while the rest were almost dressed in rags. That's if they were lucky to have clothes at all. It only made him feel ashamed of his status, a status he wanted nothing of. He let the man he was forced to call his husband pull him inside their house like a rag doll, having no other choice but to obey him. He tried to hide the bruise on his left cheekbone his husband had left there after finding out the news. Louis had not cried, refused to do so.

Once the doors had closed behind them, Louis stood by the door watching his husband walk away in the direction to his study, and seconds later heard the door slamming shut. He let out a relieved breath when he heard and saw the door slamming closed and his husband finally disappearing from his sight. He walked upstairs towards his bedroom, passing his husband's without a glance. He didn't dare go near his bedroom much less inside unless it was to fulfill his duty every other night, which never failed to make him feel disgusting and used.

Once he was inside of his own bedroom, he closed and locked the door not wanting anyone to bother him and took a seat at the foot of the bed. Thoughts of his first and only love suddenly filled his mind, somehow knowing he was finally getting over him, yet he would always hold a special place in his heart. He got up and took his dirty clothes off, wanting to take a bath, but decided to wait in case he needed him, feeling the anger and disgust building up deep inside of him.

He still felt the hatred towards his own mother after Elisa, whom he had been forced to call his mother, had drilled into his head the importance of always keeping his husband satisfied. Louis will always remember the horror that had been his wedding night then the next day when his mother had made him feel worthless. He was glad the bitch was finally dead.

"Louis?"

A knock startled Louis but he quickly calmed down as soon as he recognized Liam's voice. He hurried up to put on his clean clothes and as soon as he was fully dressed, he rushed to unlock the door. When he opened the door he smiled seeing his childhood friend standing in front of him with a plate of food in his hands.

Louis had met Liam when they were children and Liam's mother had started working in his parents house when Louis had only been seven years old and Liam nine. They had quickly become friends going against Louis' own father who didn't like his son spending time with the servant's children but to Louis, everybody was equal. Archer Tomlinson had been a crazy fuck just like his mother had been and now his husband.

"Did you make sure he didn't see you?" Was the first thing Louis asked, taking the plate and letting Liam in, closing and locking the door once again.

"He just left again but not before ordering the cooks not to feed you. What angered him now?" Liam asked, his eyes filled with worry seeing his best friend suffering the way he was.

"Same old thing, I did not get pregnant." Louis shrugged as if it wasn't big deal, having stopped getting worried over that years ago.

"He took you to see the doctor then." Liam nodded more to himself, sitting on a chair around a small table for two.