Twenty [ Sequel to Nineteen (A Larry Fanfiction) ]

Chapter Six

*Harry's POV*

I've been extremely moody lately. Everything that Louis says or does really ticks me off and I wish it weren't that way. I love him so much, but for some reason he just irritates me.

We now sat at the kitchen table eating lunch. I hated the way he would bite into his sandwich and the way he sipped his drink. I wanted to pick up my plate and throw it at him, he angered me so much. I just don't know why. I knew he was doing nothing wrong. This has been going on for about a week now.

He smacked his food a few times and I felt my fists tighten up. "Can you not?" I spoke with an attitude. He frowned his brows and tilted his head.

"What did I do?"

"You keep smacking your food and it pisses me off. Matter of fact, everything you do pisses me off," I said, rolling my eyes before I took another bite of my own sandwich. I wanted the sandwich, but it just tastes so awful to me. I felt my stomach begin to turn and before I knew it, I jolted up and ran to the sink. I began to let everything out as I vomit in the sink. Louis came behind me and rubbed my back as he held my hair back. He did his best to soothe me and I began to love him once again. Mood swings. Vomiting. What the fuck?

"Harry?" He called for me once I had finished spilling my innards out. I wiped my mouth and looked up to him. "Are you pregnant?" My eyes widened and my mouth slightly opened.

Am I?

AN- AHHHHHHHHH YAS I know it's short. I'm sorry.

-Banana