Forced to marry Harry Styles

Chapter 45

ISABELLAS POV:

I'm now blindfolded walking into our house in London.

"Are we almost there?"

"Yup, are you ready?" I took the thing.

"Yeah," he unfolded the blindfold and I looked around. "Harry," I whispered. It was a nursery. "This is awesome," I crashed my lips into his. "How did you do this?"

"I know people," he smirked.

"This is so cool," I looked around. "Awww that's adorable," I pointed to the crib. There was a monkey stuffed animal inside of it. He took my hand and brought me to our room and I laid down.

"I told our moms about they baby," I looked up "You shouldn't ignore her Bells."

"She gave me away."

"Look where we are now! We're having a baby!"

"Yeah I know but that doesn't change that fact of what she did!" I argued.

"We're happy now."

"But did we feel like that when we first saw each other?"

"Look it's Apr-"

Wait. What?

HARRYS POV:

"It's April?"  Her eyes widened.

"Yeah."

"No no no," She shook her head.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm a terrible person," She covered her mouth and started panting. Tears started forming in her eyes.

"Bells calm down," I rubbed her back.

"I'm so sorry Harry," She cried into my chest.

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot your birthday," her voice cracked and I started laughing. That was her break down? My birthday? It's in February!

"Bells no don't cry," I smiled whipping her tears away. "It's okay it's just a birthday."

"I promise once he's out of me I'm going to make up for it," She whispered and I raised my eyebrows and my face turned red.

"You're not making up for anything," I rubbed her arm.

"I'm going on a walk," She wobbled out of the room. She could barely even walk so I have no idea what she's talking about.

"No baby, come here." I pulled her to me and pushed her hair out of her face. "I'm not mad or upset. There's a lot going on."

"Let go," she grunted.

"Mood swings much?" I muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Shit," I whispered. "I think you misheard me I mean-"

"I'm not deaf Harry," she cut me off.

"Okay look I just think you need to calm down."

"DONT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! YOU TRY HAVING TO HOLD A KID IN YOU FOR 8 AND A HALF MONTHS!" She shouted.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Harry this is ju- OW" she shut her eyes and bent down.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she sighed.

"I'm sorry," it's probably the best thing a man could do, apologize.

"It's okay," she smiled. Yeah I was right, mood swings.

"I'll take you up on that offer though," I said and she started smiling.

"What's the babies name going to be?" She asked rubbing her stomach.

"What do you like?"

"Joshua or Jonathan, can you pick? "

"How about Jonathan?"

"I love it," she smiled.

"Me too."

"I'm hungry," she groaned.

"No problem, let's go to the kitchen and we can grab something to eat."

"Okay thanks," we went down stairs.

"What are you craving?"

"Do we have corn and mash potatoes?" She scratched her neck.

"Yup. They shouldn't take too long," I said grabbing the pots.

"Can I turn the tv on?" She asked.

"Of course you can Love, I'll call you in when it's done."

"Okay," she nodded and wobbled away.

After 30 minutes I called her in.

"Smells good," she smiled.

"That's because I made it," I teased.

"Ahh chef Harry....sounds sophisticated," she laughed.

"That's very true," I grabbed forks.

"Could I have a spoon?"

"You eat that with a spoon?" I asked.

"Yeah it's kind of weird eating it with a fork."

"Looks like we're pretty different on that," I laughed grabbing a spoon.

"I'll help," she turned off the stove.

"Did you spill water?" I asked going to grab towels.

"What are you talking about?"

"Look," I pointed to the ground. She looked down and felt her pants.

"SHIT! THE BABY HARRY WE NEED TO GO NOW!" She screamed.