Megan's pov
I started at the mirror, twisting and turning trying to find an angle that my huge Belly looks good at.
20 weeks today, halfway there.
This pregnancy has been awful, morning sickness, weirdest cravings, Brixton hicks have started mildly and I am absolutely huge.
It is horrible.
Today is the days we find out the gender. Appointment is at the private clinic niall got us into, it's nice there they are all really friendly.
Me and niall, it's complicated.
He loves me, he tells me everyday, and everyday I lie. Because I don't love him. I love harry.
And today I need to see him, ever since he found out about the baby we have barely spoke but I need to clear the air, I at least want to be friends?
Harry's pov.
I heard a tap at the door, it was light and girly, who the hell could it be, I'm not expecting anyone?
I rushed downstairs from the shower with a towel around my waist and unlocked the door to see Megan stood there, she had gone huge, I swear she was having twins but no her scans all only show one baby.
Big bruiser.
She looked so beautiful stood there, her skin was glowing vibrantly and everything but her belly was still so perfectly petite. God, I wish that baby was mine she was carrying.
"Ugh? Harry?"
I snapped out of my daydream and invited her in. Why was she here? I had darcy yesterday? Is darcy okay?
"Harry, we need to talk?"
"About what?"
"Well, I, urm, I, I don't know."
She looked down at the floor blushing slightly, with a small smile placed delicately on her lips showing her pearly white teeth.
"You really are beautiful.".
Before I even realised it I was closer that comfort, the tips of my fingers swiping along her cheek bone collecting loose stands of hair tucking them behind her ear.
Her skins shivered at my touch and her eyelids slowly closed laying her long eyelashes on her face.
The moment was peaceful and beautiful.
"Harry, i."
"Shhh."
I placed my index finger on her plump lips hushing her quiet. I felt her whole body tense up and began to realise something was wrong..
