Try (Sequel to Perfect; Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Nine

Carter's POV:

"Breakfast!" Someone shrieks. "Harold! Harold's lady! Harold and his lady's baby!" My eyes pop open, and I look up. The blonde, Irish boy - Niall? - Is looking in on us. "I made pancakes. And bacon." He grins at me. "And I didn't even it all! You like bacon right? I made extra bacon because I figured, you know...baby Styles and all."

I laugh before sitting up. "You're ...Niall?"

"Yes, ma'am." he holds his hand out. "And you're Carter!"

I giggle, before throwing my one leg over Harry, so I'm straddling him.

"Oh, Jesus, don't rape him while he's sleeping."

"I'm not gonna rape him." I laugh. I lean down, pressing my bump against his toned stomach, and laying my arms on his shoulders. I grin, before pressing my lips onto his soft pink ones.

"Carter..." he groans. His hands reach up, and he places them on my butt. "Ow."

"I'm not that heavy, am I?"

"Stop squeezing her ass, Harry!" Niall screeches.

I look over at him. His blue eyes are fixed on my bum, where Harry's hands are twisting the fabric of his boxers. "Get outta here." He groans, removing one hand to get smack Niall.

His eyes pop open and his lips instantly turn upwards into a smile. "Good morning, baby."

I shake my head, my brown hair falling out everywhere. I point to my belly. "Baby."

He shakes his head, and pushes my back down so that I'm pressing up against him. "Until that baby's born, you're my baby."

"No."

He rolls his eyes. "And, why not, Carter?"

"Because, baby sounds weird."

"Why?"

He grabs my sides, pinching down on the bone, causing a squeal to come out of my lips. "Ouch, Harry."

"Harry!" Niall yells. "She's pregnant!"

Harry looks over at Niall, "Exactly." He leans up, laying his nose against mine. "Beautifully, vulnerably, sexily, pregnant." He takes my hair and twists it in his fingers. He gets close to my ear, and nibbles down on the top. "You...you should let me fuck you, sweetheart."

I try to roll off of him, but he grips my hipbones harder. "Stop...please." I whine.

"Niall, get out. Keep some bacon for her."

"What about you?"

He shakes his head, and Niall stands up. "Wait, scratch that. You can just eat it all. I'm gonna take her out to eat. Maybe buy her some clothes that fit her." He smirks at me, and my mouth falls open.

"M-my clothes fit!"

"Baby, you know you're beautiful, even with a baby inside of you. But you're getting bigger and bigger by the moment. And you, although they look fucking amazing on you, cannot wear my clothes forever."

"Let go of my hips."

"Fuck me."

"You can't force me."

He lets go of my hipbones, and just when I think I've won, he grabs me under my armpits and swiftly pulls me up, my legs sliding up the sheets. "Of course I can't...but I can convince you."

"You won't."

He cocks his head to the side. "I can't? Is that a challenge?"

"I'm supposed to be resting."