Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 71

Song:

Move Together: James Bay

A.J.'s POV

It was already New Year's Eve and I still hadn't told Harry I was pregnant. After his confession about the girl, Amanda, I didn't know how to tell him. To be fair, I was struggling with that part before, but after that, it just added more pressure. He kept telling me that he was fine with my not wanting to have kids, but it was obviously something he felt strongly about otherwise he wouldn't have disliked Amanda so much for taking that opportunity from him.

He spent all day yesterday asking me if I was okay, walking on eggshells. I hated it. For once in our relationship, I wished he would be grumpy or angry with me for no apparent reason. I wanted to feel something other than panic. I was afraid. It was simple as that. I was scared of what his reaction would be, especially after I repeatedly told him I did not want kids, and now I was here, pregnant and completely in love with an unborn person I found myself talking to out of the blue. How would he feel about this? He'd probably think I'm a hypocrite. Or he would probably leave me.

When he tried to go out yesterday, I childishly clung to him. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me, it didn't make sense, but I needed Harry. Well, I always did, but this was a different need. It was a needy, need if that makes sense. My entire body just gravitated towards him, feeling instantly calm while I was wrapped around him and his arms were wrapped around me. We played out his fantasy of staying in bed all day, doing nothing but watch movie after movie after TV show and eat, we ate a lot.

I knew he was getting frustrated with me lack of communication, but he tried to keep his need to interrogate to a bare minimum. He tried to ask me a subtle question here and there, thinking he was sly and I wouldn't catch on, but, I wasn't that for gone not to notice. Not yet, anyway. What was throwing me off was my constant need to cry. Luckily, the movies we were watching were the perfect excuse to let a tear or two go without too much suspicion. Honestly, I did that one on purpose. Pregnant or not, if I was going to cry, I was going to have a valid reason, and watching The Lion King was the perfect one.

Feeling like I needed some away time from Harry, I left early this morning with the excuse of going with Samara and Olivia to make sure the house was ready and we'd meet up there. Sam had the so called glam squad already in place for whenever we were ready to start getting ready. Normally, I would hate this process, but this time I welcomed it. It was a nice distraction from the random, and clearly stupid thoughts that were running through my head.

Finding something to wear proved to be a greater challenge than I had anticipated, even with Samara and Olivia's help. I wasn't showing or anything, but my paranoia took over and I was completely positive anything I tried on would give away my pregnancy. After some tough love from Sam, I finally snapped out of my funk, taking what Sam handed me without a single complaint or remark.

"Sammy, what the hell is this?" I asked, stepping out of my old bedroom in the outfit she had picked out for me.

Since the party wasn't starting for another hour, I was surprised to see Harry and the rest of the boys already there. He looked absolutely amazing in his black suit that was left opened to reveal his loose fitting white button up that was open at the top to show of his perfect chest. I took a large gulp, surely everyone had heard. I wasn't ready to face Harry, I had at least another hour before I had to do that. What was his deal anyway, he was always late, why did he pick today of all days to be early?

"They're called clothes babe," she snarked from her spot next to Niall.

"Obviously they're clothes, smart-ass," I found myself frustrated, trying to cover my exposed stomach. "Just, where is the rest of it?"