"zayn, i'm pregnant." ♡ z.p.

chapter five: the couple debate

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Sorry this is so short I just wanted to get an inside on Jade and Harry's relationship real quick.

~Jarry~

*Jade's POV*

"I think she's going to keep it," I stated my opinion once again, looking at Harry from my upside down point of view. We were sitting upside down on my couch, seeing who could sit the longest before they get a headache.

"Nuh-uh. Zayn's probably halfway to China right now, scared as shit." Harry complied.

"Zayn is a man," I defended.

"A wimpy man," said Harry.

"You're a wimpy man," I giggle, my head starting to hurt.

"Yes, but I embrace my wimpiness." He explains, sitting up on the couch. "I quit; I have a migraine now."

I sit up as well and lean into Harry's shoulder. "Wimp."

"Yea, but you love me." He chuckles, kissing my hair.

"Don't know why," I joke.

There was a part of me that knew this relationship wouldn't last. Every time I looked at Harry I saw passion, but I also felt guilt. The fact that we're keeping us a secret isn't a good thing, yet it was my idea.

I knew Harry was still confused as to why I wanted us to be a secret, and to be honest I wasn't entirely sure. It just seemed much easier, sneaking around our friends and such.

"But really. I seriously doubt Perrie and Zayn are going to keep a baby." Harry testified once again. I rolled my eyes,

"You really don't know Perrie."

"You really don't know Zayn."

Harry and I always had these debates. Yet we never declare a real winner.

Though we always make out after, so I guess we're both real winners.

"They won't give away him/her. End of discussion." I cross my arms.

"Yea, sure, whatever." Harry says in a weird sarcastic voice. I slap him with a throw pillow.

"You know I'm right," I stick my tongue out at him.

"I love Zayn and I love Perrie, I just can't see them raising a kid right now is all I'm saying." Harry defends.

"Why? They're in love, financially stable, an okay age..."

"I don't know if you've forgotten, but their jobs get in the way of that."

I sighed. "Lots of celebrities have kids."

"Lots of older and not about to go on tour celebrities."

"Why you gotta be so negative?'' I give him a look.

"I'm thinking logically." He states.

"Your logic sucks."

"All logic sucks." He shrugs.

"Okay, end of topic. I don't think Perrie and Zayn would be happy to know we're making bets on their unborn child." I say, causing Harry to chuckle.

"I would think you're right."

I nuzzle more into Harry 's side and he wraps his arm around my back.

"Do you want to watch a movie?'' I talk into his chest.

He groans. "No, you have the worst movies."

I scoff. "I do not! I have a good taste in movies."

"On what planet, Martian?''

I laughed. That was kind of our thing before we started dating, when we hated each other. He called me Martian - why? I don't know - and I simply called him Styles.

I shifted over so I was straddling Harry halfway and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Very seductively I said, "Do I have a good taste in lip gloss?''

{A/N: I know, that was so bad omg just shush up. I can't write fluff worth shit.}

Harry smirked before I kissed him again.