He's my son (One Direction)

Tell me a lie

****Ally's Pov****

Zayn and Nathaniel were spending the day together and I was spending my day with Harry. I wasn't completely happy about it but I couldn't ignore him forever. We were on our way to his house, where he had spend a fortune on. His rang rover had been recently washed because I couldn't help bit notice the sparkle it had and he was dressed to what it seemed like he was trying to impress me.

He pulled up to his mansion that looked even better than I thought it would. Being a gentlemen like he sometimes was, he opened my door for me, and he lent his hand out for me to take. He escorted me to his door and nervously unlocked it. He opened the door and took me into his living room. I sat my purse down and looked around. He had a ginormous tv and two posters of One Direction. There was a spot where their awards were and fan mail laid around on it. I took a seat on the couch and he did as well. Silence was all that filled the room, no voices, and no opinions.

"How's Nathaniel?" Harry finally spoke out.

"He's getting better. Last night he said he had a bit of a tummy ache so I gave him some medicine." He nodded his head and it went back to silence.

"So, how's work? When's the next tour?" I didn't want to ask Zayn so I might as well ask Harry.

"A couple months. Around Febuary." Christmas was two weeks away and February didn't seem that far away either.

"Oh, that's cool..." Things felt awkwardv between us. It felt like we were talking for the first time. Nervous hands, rapid heart rate, unsteady shaker legs, and awkward silence.

"How the baby?" Harry asked and looked down at my slight baby bump.

"Good.." I didn't want to say too much. The next sonogram was in a week and I hadn't gotten an opportunity to ask him to go with me.

"Have you gone to the doctor yet?" I didn't want to lie and say yes, but I didn't want to bother him and say no.

"Have I what?" I asked as if I didn't hear what he had said.

"Have you gone to see the doctor yet?" He irritatedly repeated.

"Umm, I'm sorry I'm feeling a bit faint." I said and put my hand on my forehead to act like I was feeling my temperature.

"Why are you ignoring the question?" Oh crap, I wasn't trying to ignore the question. I was trying to not be a bother to him.

"I'm not ignoring it. I'm having a sonogram next week. I didn't want to bother you with it."

"Bother me? Why would it bother me?" He scooted closer and I felt my cheeks warm. No blushing Ally, this is not high school.

"Be-because you're busy and I didn't want to bother you with it. I don't think you want to come and I don't want to guilt you into going." He grabbed my hand and I tried to not to hold his hand. He just held onto it, wanting me to hold it back.

"Are you serious? Of course I'd love to come. I've been thinking about the baby like crazy. I've been thinking of names and I like Emily for a girl, Ethan for a boy!" He said excitedly.

"I was thinking Imogen for a girl, but I love Ethan for a boy." I started to not feel so uncomfortable. I slid my hand out of his and put my hands together.

"Imogen sounds like a lovely girl name. Is this sonogram the one where we find out the gender?" He couldn't stop smiling. I love the way he said some words because his accent was so thick. Gender sounded like gendar or ginger.

"Yeah, I'm so exited to find out!"

"Me too!" He smiled again, showing his dimples. The room felt like it wasn't as smoggy as it was minutes ago.