Miley Horan

Chapter 31

MILEYS POV.

***four and a bit weeks later***

We came back from the six week ultra sound yesterday, and the baby is doing fine. They won't be able to tell us the sex until eight weeks though, so we were a bit disapponted about that. We are going to switch doctors for next time, so we don't have to keep flying back and forth. We have an appointment in two weeks, and that will be in the United States.

You're probably wondering how my mum took the news, and well...it was kinda ugly. I'm very glad I didn't have to tell her face to face! It took her a while, but she came around, she saw I was happy.

I'm trying my best to fight it, but I was starting to be a bit blowded. Not a baby bump yet, but everyday it got harder and harder to button up my jeans. Most of the time I could get away with sweats, but we were going out so I didn't want to look like a slob.

"Zayn!" I shrieked.

"What is it princess?" He asked, coming into the bedroom.

I pointed at the button that refused to come together.

"I can't" I let out a huff.

He gave me a wink before attempting himself.

"Suck in." He ordered, biting his lip in consentration.

"It's not going to work." I started to cry.

God these symptoms are annoying.

"Aw don't cry babe we'll get you a new pair." He cupped my face and wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"But I don't want fat pants..." I sobbed.

Just then, Louis walked in.

"What the hell?" He asked confused.

"Hey! Get out!" I threw my pillow at him.

Well after all, not having your zipper up shows a lot.

He threw his hands up in defense and started yelling as he walked out.

"Hey Niall I think Zayn's raping your sister!!"

I heard some thuds, then Niall came in to the room, whipping his head around.

"Niall, I'm obviously not." Zayn rolled gis eyes.

"Oh, right." He mumbled. "But what's going on?" He asked.

"I'm fat!" I finished the last of my tears.

"Miles no your not. You just need new clothes." He came over and pointed at my jeans.

"No! I refuse!" I crossed my arms.

"I'll just not wear jeans anymore." I huffed, pointing at the door for them to leave.

They chuckled a bit, but eventually left, closing the door behind them.

I rummaged through my drawers until I found a pair of black yoga pants, and a long sweater. I ripped off the annoying jeans, balling them up and throwing them on the floor. I slipped into my new pick, and pulled my sweater over my head.

My hair was being annoying and staticky, so I just put it up in a sock bun. I wore running shoes, because flats or any sort of heal were way to hard on my feet.

"Morning." Harry cheerily said as I joined them all at the table.

"What's for breakfast?" I jumped right to the point.

Before anyone could answer, I stole Louis poptart and one of Harry's waffles. I shoved them both in my mouth, not bothering with fork or plate, who needs 'em?