Our Little Girl ~H.S.

6

Julie

It's now been three weeks since I went and got the first ultra-sound. 

None of our friends know. Not even our families. 

It's still our big secret.. and it's kinda nice having something that no one knows. Like we aren't tormented about it, we aren't bothered by fans or asked by paparazzis or interviewers..

There's still rumors about why we were at the hospital, some still think Harry or I may be sick, but the news is dying down.

I've been sick pretty much every morning. Oh? And guess what! I don't like meat anymore. 

Yay, food aversions.. hence the sarcasm!

The smell of cooking meat makes me sick, we found that out because Harry made breakfast last week.. Pancakes and sausage to be specific.

And we walked past a little diner that smelled like burgers.. yeah, I puked in an alley.

Today, I've been home alone since 10. Harry's got rehearsal and stuff with the boys.. They're supposed to be on break, but rehearsal's seem to never stop.. and in like a month or something now, they'll be back on tour..

and I'm pregnant.. but I'll be going with them like I always do. Harry and I thought about me just staying here.. but I don't think I could be alone through all of this...and he'd literally hate himself for leaving me. And he doesn't wanna miss any of the pregnancy..

God, he's honestly such a loving guy.. and he's gonna be an amazing dad.

I love him so much.. I hope he loves me too. I mean, I know he does because he says it and shows it... but I guess I worry..

Because he's a member of the most famous boyband..

and I'm an artist. 

Just an artist.

He comes home around 4 and he's got a bundle of flowers in his hands. I give him a confused look and he says "They're for you."

I smile immediately and go to kiss him. He kisses me back lovingly then we put the flowers in a vase with some water and he asks "How's you and baby today?"

"baby is good.. and I'm alright too" I tell him as I glance down.

"You sure you're alright?" He asks, his voice soft and smooth.

"Worried.." I mumble.. and he says "About tour?" 

I nod.

"In 5 weeks, you'll be 13 weeks.. so 3 months a week. and.. we'll tell the boys then, right? Just before tour, so they're all careful with you, so is security, and you'll probably have a little bump then aswell.." 

"Yeah.. God, I'm gonna be fat.." I whine

He giggles and says "You won't be fat. You'll look pregnant.. and just as beautiful as ever, might I add"

I roll my eyes and smile at him. "You're cheesy."

"Yeah.. but you love me" He teases

"Maybe" I respond then go to walk away. I turn and look back at him.

He knows I'm kidding, but there's still this look in his eyes.. 

I immediately walk back and push my lips against his, hard but slow. He grabs my hips and kisses back just the same.