Harry Styles Mini Me

It's officially the Nesting Stage Ch.16

I'm sorry if I'm randomly switching from somewhat of a third person POV and then a 1st person pov bc I'm trying out writing in 3rd POV but 1st person is easier so if I'm flip flopping the pov's in chapters, I'm sorry if it's confusing!!!! But that's why and I'll probably edit it later once the whole things COMPLETE!
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The entire house feels disgusting to me. I know it's just my pregnancy brain begging me to go into nesting mode; I'd feel much better if I just let myself clean and organize everything for the baby's arrival. I'm also irritable as fuck because Harry is leaving little messes around the house throughout the day, clearly intending to clean it up later but my brain is yelling at me that I NEED THE MESSES CLEAN NOW and Harry can't figure out why I'm upset because I'm just hoping he'll notice I'm silently irritated at him and I'm worried that he'll find my silent mess rage silly so I stay silent.

'Just clean, just do it, let yourself get the house ready for the baby' I think.

That next morning while Harry is out to the studio, I get up quite earlier than normal ever since the start of this pregnancy due to my whole body exhaustion and make a cleaning list.

Living room (entertainment center)
Kitchen
Basement (VACCUM THAT SHIT)
Bedrooms
Bathrooms
Living room
FRIDGE... it's all gross!

I complete the list and break out my abundance of cleaning tools and get to work. I even put on Adele's new record and let myself enjoy my day. I haven't had a good day for a while and also Harry isn't home to make more messes so I let myself enjoy finally feeling productive for once in the last three months and get to work ticking tasks off my list.

I'm scrubbing the countertops when Harry loudly busts through the door holding as many grocery bags as he could possibly handle. Seeing him drop all the bags right at his feet, out of breath from carrying everything in, I almost want to cry. "Hi love! I got all the stuff I've heard you say you've been craving! I hope I got all the right stuff! I got peanut butter, pretzels, the pickle cotton candy you wanted," He makes a gross gagging noise but continues, "the chocolate cheesecake thing my mom told us about, those crepes I saw, cheesy popcorn," and as he's talking, he wanders over to the cupboards and starts putting everything away. I try to hold back my tears but my lil bump makes it so hard these days. Noticing I'm still silent, he curiously glances at me and notices the pout on my face.

"What'd I do snuggles??" He's used to me crying over literally almost everything these days so he's not overly concerned because all he did was bring me home food so he's hoping these are grateful tears. Because there have been plenty of those too honestly.

"I-I was nesting..." I whimper. "Huh, bubby?" He comes over and pulls me in close to him with one arm and caressing my cheek with the other. I sniffle pitifully. I know this isn't a big deal really but I wasn't done nesting yet and Harry came into my clean little bubble and disrupted my zone. "I was nesting!" I speak up, getting irritated a bit. "I was nesting Haz! And you brought so much stuff into it and made it all messy again! Over the last few days I've needed to clean and all you've done is make a bunch of tiny messes all over the house and never cleaned it all up! And today, I was cleaning all day, scrubbing everything, and I already feel like I'll never get it clean enough for bubba and just, I wasn't done!" I shriek at the end like a child.

Harry puts his hands up apologetically. "Woah, woah, woah, baby I'm sorry. I didn't know you needed this from me. You're right, I have been quite a messy bugger haven't I? And I could've done better cleaning jobs over the last few days, huh? But... but why don't we clean together? And we can get it done faster that way!"

I roll my eyes. "Harry, darling, I love you but your version of clean and my nesting brain version of clean are two very different things.." I lean in and kiss his cheek with a chuckle. Harry huffs and his hands find their way to his hips as he tries to find a way to make my day better.