Light Me Up [H.S]

65

"Do you have any dip for these chips? They would be so yummy with a good garlic dip," Liam asked and made a chef's kiss. 

"Oooh or like a melted cheddar dip, you know the gooey kind," Alli added. 

They were all enjoying the chips and actually the entire living room was filled with the loud noise of crunching and the smell of the chips, like oil and... something else. I hugged my knees and tried to focus on the match on TV. I had bought the damn chips for heaven's sake, why were they suddenly the most disgusting thing I could imagine putting in my mouth. Well apart from that gooey cheese dip they were talking about. I exhaled sharply and immediately Harry's hand very carefully started stroking my back. The more I thought about cheese, the worse I felt. 

"Peyton, are you okay? You're looking a little pale..." Morgan leaned forward and looked concerned. Her statement made them all look at me, and I felt extremely self conscious. 

"Sure. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I fibbed as I very carefully slid off the couch. "I'm just going to go to the little ladies room for a moment," I said with a slightly too enthusiastic smile, as I hurried off towards the en-suite bathroom in our bedroom. 

I barely made it to the toilet before I emptied my stomach of grapes and diet coke. I leaned over the toilet bowl, my arms resting on the seat as I kept my head down in case I wasn't done. It didn't take many seconds before Harry's warm, comforting hand was on my back again. He stroked me softly and sat with me in silence. There was a soft knock on the door, and Morgan slipped in, sitting on my other side. 

"Aw, are you feeling poorly, P?" She said and collected my hair in a clip. "You've been so busy taking care of this big lump, you've forgotten about yourself, huh?" 

"Hey..." Harry said feigning offence. 

I leaned my cheek on my arm and looked at Morgan. "It's probably just a bug I caught somewhere. I'm fine. I'm just a little nauseous and tired." 

Morgan tucked a single strand of hair behind my ear. "Mmh, tired huh?" 

I nodded softly and sighed. "Like all the time." 

"And the thought of chee..." she started, but I didn't let her finish her sentence, as I held up my hand for her to stop. 

"Don't," I said taking a deep breath through my nose. 

Harry got up and fetched me some cold water from the kitchen. He handed me the bottle as he sat down next to me again. "Drink some of this," he said, screwing the lid off for me. 

I took a big gulp of the cold water, sighing with relief as it made its way down my throat. "Thanks baby," I smiled weakly at him. I noticed his eyes searching for Morgan's and I turned my head to look at her. "What kind of wordless twins-only-communication is going on here? Don't keep me out." 

Morgan cleared her throat and looked at me with a tilted head. "Can you handle the truth?" 

I nodded, gesturing for her to go ahead and lay it on me.