Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 38 {Finale}

October 27, 2016

"Harry, I need one of your shirts to wear."

"Why, baby?"

"Mine don't fit."

Being already 17 weeks pregnant, my clothes have started to shrink up around my tummy. After trying on shirt after shirt, dress after dress, even a few jeans, nothing seems to take shape around my body. The baby bump is very small but only because I started out with abs when I first found out. Harry used to say my abs were getting softer every day, but now, there's a bump, a tiny one, but it still matters.

Harry hummed, looking through his suitcase, looking for a shirt for me to wear.

"I can't find anything."

"Bullshit, what have you already worn?"

"Everything I've worn smells like me."

"I don't care, I'll put perfume over it."

"Are you trying to claim me, woman?"

"By the way I've sucked your cock, I've already claimed you. Second, call me woman again and I'll feed your testicals to Brian."

Harry chuckled. Harry tossed me his white shirt as he sat down on the fluffy bed, sliding on his boots. I pulled the white shirt over my bra and panties.

"Eh?"

I said, gesturing to Harry on how I look.

"Baby, you look fine. Get your pants on, we gotta get going."

Harry kissed my cheek then slid on his other brown boot. I searched for a pair of black jeans and a sweater since it would be chilly outside. Jumping with the jeans halfway up my thighs, I pulled them up to my waist. Harry wrapped his arms around around my stomach and held the bump with both hands. He turned his mouth next to my neck and kissed me.

"I love you, Alexis."

He pushed his scruffy chin past my shoulder and looked down.

"I love you, too, little one. I'll be waiting for you downstairs in the lobby with the boys."

"Alright."

He smiled at me then walked out the white door of our hotel room. I smiled. I love the way Harry takes care of me, he always has. Whether he has stood up for me or protected me. When he wraps his arm around me and makes out with me on the middle of the street to get caught by "accident". I pulled the grey sweater over my head and walked out of the hotel room with my clutch, shoulder Yves Saint Laurent purse.

Walking down the stairs, I look at the cement walls and push myself further down with every step. I would much rather take the stairs then an elevator. Elevators are terrifying, I mean, what if I got stuck in there? Then I died from starvation? Absolutely terrifying. Finally reaching the lobby after climbing 16 flights of stairs, I was left thirsty for water. Walking through the staircase door, the door clinked with a shut.

Louis looked up and pointed at me.

"Did you just take the stairs?"

"Yeah, so?"

Harry glared at me with unpleasantness.

"You could've gotten hurt, don't ever do that again."

Harry said. I huffed as I fell into the chair next to Harry.

"Why would Harry say that?"

"Because I'm pregnant, Louis."

"Oh yeah."