Erase Me (Color Me Book 2 H.S)

CHAPTER 64

HAHA. I got ditched by a date. He stood me up. Haha.

CARLI

"We need to leave for home soon." Harry said as I ate my breakfast. I stopped chewing and slowly swallowed, my gaze on Harry. 

"Why?" I asked, taking another bite.

Harry finished his plate and sent me a small smile. "Liam's and Paul's funeral is next week. We also need to go see our new house."

New house?

I looked from my plate to him. "House?"

Harry's smile grew bigger as he sat back in his chair, his fingers running through his messy hair. "Yeah. Karl and I built our new house. It's big enough for the two of us, three when our little Styles baby is born. It even has a back yard, I think I want to build a pool. How does that sound?" Harry said, his voice full with excitement.

How did I feel? Moving in with him after everything that has happened? Will it seem as if I forgave him so easily? I took a breath and nodded. "Sure. Sounds perfect." I lied. To be honest, I don't think I'm ready for that leap just yet. I was learning to trust him again, and the biggest reason is that I wanted my baby to have a father. I wanted us to be a happy family but I knew that it wouldn't last long, sadly. 

"We can go to IKEA when we have time." Harry chuckled. "I didn't get anything, I thought you would be the perfect person to give that task to."

"I get to decorate?" I asked, raised my eyebrow. Harry looked over at me and shrugged.

"Why not? It's your house too, you have a right to decorate. But I get to decorate my office."

I looked down at my plate as I listened to him. I was disappointed since I thought he would take some time off for us, I guess not. I nodded and picked up my empty plate, carrying it to the sink. I gently set it down and looked out the window, watching as little water droplets hit against it softly. I heard Harry's chair scratch the hardwood floor, his footsteps coming closer. I looked back and smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His lips pressed a kiss to my head as his hands rested on my tiny bump. 

"The doctor said that our baby can hear our voices, since I'm 15 weeks." I whispered, smiling as I turned to face Harry. He looked at me, his eyes wide.

"Really?" I nodded.

Harry grinned and slowly got down on his knees. "What else?"

"The baby is forming taste buds and can sense light. That's about it.. I think." I giggled as I shrugged.

Harry nodded and kissed my bump, slowly sliding my shirt up and rubbing my bare skin. I looked down as he chuckled to himself. "Your belly button is kinda sticking out, it's cute."

I smiled and played with his hair as he began to coo. "Hi baby. This is your daddy, how are you hmm? Are you treating mummy right? She tells me she gets sick in the morning, what's going on?"

I giggled and rested my hands at my sides, loving this side of Harry. He got up and pressed a kiss to my lips. "I'm going to get ready, we're catching a flight in three hours."

"Three hours?"

"Go on, get your pretty little pregnant self ready." Harry said as he slapped my bum. I giggled as I walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I took off my clothes and stared in the mirror as I smiled. I loved the fact that i was showing now, but what would people think? I let out a breath as I jumped in the shower, making sure I was all clean before turning the warm water off. I stepped out and dried off, quickly brushing out the tangles in my hair . I wrapped the big fuzzy towel around me and walked out to my closet. Slipping on undergarments, I stood there staring at my clothes that no longer really fit. I haven't bought any maternity clothes. 

Shrugging as if they would still fit, I went through the process of thrashing my clothes around and whining when nothing fit. Like I didn't know they wouldn't.

 Groaning to myself, I slipped on Harry's shirt and walked out. Seeing Harry on the porch, I opened the door and slowly walked over to him. He was wearing a band t-shirt and jeans. 

He looked over at me and patted his lap. "What's going on?" He asked. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"None of my clothes fit.." I trailed off. Harry scowled at me, slowly smiling as I pouted. 

"Oh princess, don't worry. We can go shopping once we're home. Come on, I bet we can find something to wear. I nodded and held onto Harry as he carried me to my room again. Finding a white dress that fits, I slipped it on and put on some bracelets. 

"You don't look very well, you didn't see this cute dress the first time?" Harry said chuckling. 

I rolled my eyes and plugged in my curling iron. "Sorry. My brain is slowly turning to mush."

I curled my hair and brushed it out slightly, watching as Harry packed up everything. I slipped on a sweater and walked out after Harry. I smiled as he put our bags in the back of a taxi, Niall coming up to us smiling. "I'm going home next week, I want to get together when I'm back."

"Of course."I smiled as I hugged him.

"Jeez, you're getting big." Niall joked, hurting my feelings slightly. Was I that big?

"She isn't big. She's glowing." Harry interrupted as he sent a glare at Niall.  

"Right. Sorry."

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I giggled as I watched Harry peel an apple on the plane, his face contorted in concentration. Hearing me giggle, Harry looked up at me and raised his brows. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." I replied, giggling more. 

Harry stared at me and sent me a grin. "You're a cutie."

"You're a freak." I snapped at him playfully.

"Hm, a freak in the sheets." Harry said as he winked at me.