That Girl.

Chapter 11

LEXA'S P.O.V

Well, i'm sitting in my room waiting for Anne and Taylor to stop fighting. They have been fighting non-stop for the past week. Taylor moved out and they are arguing about how they are going to divide up their shared belongings. I start to cry because I don't think I can pay half the rent so I do the only thing I can think of and that is to call my best friend in the world.

"Olivia, I need you." I say while my voice is shaking. "Babe, what's wrong?" Olivia says with concern lacing her words. I tell her everything that has happened. "I'm coming tell Anne that you and I can share a room. I will be on the first flight back." Olivia giving me hope. "Thank you, so much. I think it would be fun living together." I smile. "I love you. I will see you in a week bye Fam." Olivia hangs up.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I think I should call Lexa. "Hey!" she says sweetly. "Hi. I was thinking of taking a pretty girl to my house and order some take out and possibly watch dumb movies." I tell her. "Well, I think you should ask her instead of talking to me." she laughs into the phone. "The pretty girl is you. Dork" I sigh. "First off i'm hot and of course I want to come over you cheeky boy." I can tell she's smiling. 

I make my over to the address she sends me and I pull out and text her i'm here. I see here wearing this stones shirt the is expanding because of her full belly. She makes me smile as she waddles through the door and into my car. "hey babe." I kiss her and her eyes widen. "hey." she looks down with a small smile.

We walk into the house and the lads are just watching a game which I couldn't care less about. Curly and I walk up to my room. "What movie do you want to watch, love" I say and she blushes. "Anything really; I don't mind." she says. "Okay let's watch Love Actually since it's almost christmas" I put on the movie.

LEXA'S P.O.V

He puts on my favorite movie and I can't help but smile because of how invested he gets in movies. He is really something. He falls asleep and I look at him and hope our daughter takes after him and not me. He's so beautiful. I slowly take his arm off me and I walk downstairs. All the boys are asleep and I hope I don't wake anyone up. The fridge is full of food and all I want right now are pickles. I think the baby is craving something sour. 

"Hey, Gimpy" a familiar voice startles me. "I'm eating leave me alone." I say while I continue to look through the fridge. "You might wanna stop you're getting a bit pudgy." I turn around and slap him. "I'm fucking pregnant asshole!" I whisper scream. "Holy shit you're huge." His eyes widen at my belly. "That's what babies do Michael." I say sarcastically. "So, you trapped Harry huh?" Michael says chuckling at me. "No, I didn't. He didn't even know until he came looking for me like the good guy he is." I say out of breath. "I don't know why he would still be around. The baby will be gimpy too I hope you know." and with that I ran up the stairs crying.

I didn't even think about my daughter having the same issues as me. It never came to my mind. I continue to sob but I try not to wake Harry. Michael is right my poor daughter will be damaged goods. "Lexa, babe what's wrong?" Harry sleepily asks. "Our daughter is going to hate me." I choke out. "No, she won't you'll be a great mom. I know it." he assures me. "How so Harry?" I just want to hear what he thinks of me at this point. " Well, you are the funniest and most genuine people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and the most honest. You always wear your heart on your sleeve." Harry informs me. "Thanks, Harry that means a lot to me." I lay back on the bed. "Do you need anything" he asks. "Yes please, can you get me some pickles and water?" my voice still shaking. 

HARRY

My walk downstairs was a short one but I see the light in the kitchen on. I see Michael eating an apple. "What are you doing down here it's like 1 in the morning." he ask in a gruff voice. "I was hungry and I couldn't fall asleep.What about you?" He asks. "I'm getting some water and stuff for Curly. She's had a rough night." I say. "Why's that" he responds almost like he knows something I don't. "She's pregnant and she got this idea that our daughter is going to hate her" I tell him with my voice full of concern. "I wouldn't want to be her kid." he says cockily. "Why is that?" I question. "For starters she has that gimpy leg, then she has all those mental disorders, and not to mention she tried to kill herself. Nobody wants a mom who doesn't even want to live." his words astound me. How could he even say that. Why would Lexa ever want to kill herself? I have so many questions for her. "You're a dick I hope you know that." I say flatly.

I walk upstairs with pickles and water in hand and she is already asleep. She looks so peaceful. He mouth is open and drooling but I find that cute. She's the mother of my unborn child and I am glad she is. I can't wait for my little princess to be in this world.