Chéri |H.S|A.U|

two

"I suppose there's no surprise now." Harry said in hysterics. He was practically on the floor, and i couldn't blame him. There was my baby, wide legged, exposing himself to us. I cannot wait to tell Carlos about our baby boy.

"Son like mother, i guess," i say laughing so hard i nearly piss myself.

Harrys eyes widen, and he immediately goes to cover his ears. "Oh my god! Wil, i do not need to know about your sex life!" He says and immediately starts chanting a chorus of 'la la las' while clamping his eyes shut.. The tech and i burst into fits of laughter at his childish behavior.

"He's a child, i swear you wouldn't know i'm the sixteen year old here!" I say grinning like an idiot.  We give him a minute, but i eventually tap his thigh, and when he opens his eyes, i speak. "You done yet?"

"Yeah. Thanks for traumatizing me, by the way." He said clearly still not over it.

"You don't happen to want pictures.. do you?" The tech says a sounding a bit unsure of what my answer will be.

"It'll be a great story to tell my little boy one day. I suppose i'll need proof of it," I said after a moment.

"Can i pleaseeeee, be the one to tell him the story? I deserve it since i was traumatized." Harry says like a three year old.

"Course, Haz. I'll be keeping the pictures though. I don't trust you to keep them safe in that apartment of yours. You've just moved in, but it's already a huge mess!" I said while the tech hands me a tissue, and i wipe the warm gel off of my bump. I pull my shirt down, and he gives me his hand so i can step off the chair.

"You'll never leave me alone after that, will ya?" He said groaning and rolling his eyes, not letting go of my hand even after i'm standing.

"Not a chance in hell. Can i still go to your band practice later?" I say not wanting to be all alone in the house. It's too big for me to feel comforted by feel of home. I'm always alone, so Harry's apartment feels more like home than that damned house ever will.

Sure, it's beautiful, huge, and luxurious, but it'll never be home. The comfort of home will never be there. The six bedrooms are just empty spaces. The two offices, are just spaces where Carlos hides out. And the gym is just something that i'll never be allowed to use, because he plans on knocking me up once a year. I'm terrified of it, but i love him, and i'd do anything for him.

"Of course, chéri! i'd never say no to our number one fan!" He says pulling out of the room immediately, still holding my hand.

"Your only fan, Harold!" I said jokingly, grinning.

"Uh! I'm offended! When we're the biggest band on the planet, don't come knocking on my door!" He says pushing my shoulder a bit. We've always play fought when i'm not pregnant. It's not out of the ordinary.

"Don't ya worry your british little bum off. I'll be there every step of the way." I said looking up and smiling at his tall figure. His eyes flicked down and caught mine, causing a flush to spread across his cheeks, making him look away embarrassed. "Awe, it's okay to have a little crush lovie. I don't mind it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said looking up raising his eyebrows and whistling.

"Right." I look around, and pull him into the alley we were walking past.

"What are you do-." I pull him down my his shirt, and put my face close to his.

"You're all talk. You say you don't have a crush on me, but you tell us to run away together, and kiss me." I said, and his eyes widen. "If you don't have a crush on me, you won't mind if i kiss you, right?" I say lowly taunting him.

"Uh- I- n-no! Of course i wouldn't! I have nothing to hide." He said not letting out.

"Right."

I look him straight in the eyes, and then look down at his lips, and press mine against his. He lets out a breath through his nose surprised by my forwardness, and kisses me back immediately. We kiss for what feels like hours, only pulling away to take breaths. His tongue eventually slipped into my mouth, and my hand reached to cup his jaw, his hands finding their way to my hips giving them a squeeze.

Our tongues danced, and they danced never giving up, needing more and more, but we eventually let out, and pull away. His forehead is pressed against mine as we catch our breaths, the silence lingering in the air.

We're both smiling so widely, but he finally breaks the silence and speaks. "I guess i have always had a bit of a crush on you." I open eyes, and stare right into his which are only a slight distance away from mine which are already open, and staring at me. The green that i usually overlook shines like a thousand stars. I've never known his eyes to shine like this. I look at the rest of his face, looking at the couple of freckles scattered across his face, and his rosy pink lips swollen from our activities. Parted trying to regain the ability to breathe properly just like mine are. Suddenly, the joy washed off his face, and sadness replaces it. "What about Carlos." He says.

The dreaded topic has finally been brought up, and he can't take it back, but i can tell he want to. He wants to go back to those moments of list we just shared, but we can't. It's time to go. ack to reality and stop acting like teenagers. I'm pregnant. Seven months, to be exact. I can't do this with him no matter how much i want to.

"This.. This never happened. And it can't happen again." I say, finally pulling back. I fix my shirt, and begin to walk off.

I'm married, and i'm an idiot.

He'll kill him.

"We have to talk about this!" He calls out, but i ignore him and keep walking. I just shake my head hoping he sees, and i make it out of the alley. For minutes, as i walk home i hope he'll follow, but he never does. He just left me alone, having taken the hint.

But i wish he hadn't.