FLO'S POV-
I pull the dress over my head and pull it down so it rests just above my knees. Maddy had lent me one of her old dresses, one that would make my bump look as small as possible. It was a black dress with a band just under my boobs so the dress could flow out over my bump.
I put on a pair of small black kitten heels and grabbed a grey shawl, putting it around my shoulders. I applied some lipgloss to my lips and made sure my makeup was applied properly. I don't know why but I was quite nervous, I haven't been on any dates before, coming from an all girls college, so I have no idea what to expect.
I get my purse and make my way downstairs.
"Where are you going?" I hear Harry say. He walks out of the kitchen, looking me up and down.
"On a date," I say hesitantly.
"What?" He asks. I look at him and his jaw clenches and his dark eyes look at me.
"I'm going out," I tell him again.
"With who?" He asks, getting angrier.
"Someone I met," I reply back.
"Tell me who!" He says louder, taking a step towards me. I take a step back.
"He's called Tom!" I shout back at him.
"You're pregnant! You can't go out on dates!" He yells back. I just saw red.
"What?! So you're allowed out every night but I can't go out on one night?!" I scream at him.
"No! You're not allowed!" He shouts, his fists clenched.
"Fuck you Harry!" I shout, opening the door. I slam it shut and run my hands through my hair. I got in my car and started driving.
I couldn't actually believe that Harry had told me what I couldn't do. What the hell was wrong with him, why was he allowed to do what he wanted and I wasn't?
I tried to forget about the whole thing for a while as I drove to the restaurant, I didn't want it ruining my date.
When I arrived Tom was already sitting there. "I'm so sorry I'm late," I tell him as he stands up. He pulls my chair out and pushes it back in when I'm sat down.
"No problem, are you alright?" He asks. I must look a little stressed.
"Yeah just problems," I laugh lightly. I order a small glass of wine and settle in. "Wow you look beautiful," he says. I look at him and tonight he's wearing a white shirt, with the top buttons undone, showing his toned chest. His sleeves are rolled up showing off his strong muscles. He was also wearing a pair of black pants and some black shoes. He has spiked his hair up in a quiff and his eyes are sparkling.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I smile at him. The conversation throughout the night was easy and it flowed well. He was always asking me questions, about my family and my music and I got the same amount of information in return. I learnt so much about him. After dessert came the question I dreaded the most.
"So you're pregnant," he smiles.
"Haha yeah, can you tell?" I joke back.
"How did it happen?" He asks sincerely. I decided to tell him everything.
"I was pretty drunk and we met in a club. It was stupid really. But now I live with the guy because he wants to look after us. He bought me a house," I say. He looks surprised.
"He bought you a house?" He asks shocked.
"Hmmmm," I say, taking a sip of my drink.
"Is he rich or something?" Tom asks me.
