Unstoppable// Harry Styles au

Chapter 32

"Harry, this place is a disaster! My brother will be here any minute," I yelled from the living room.

"Well pick it up," he shouted from the kitchen. Even though our kitchen and living room are conjoined, we still yell at each other.

"They're your underwear." I pointed to the ground where there were at least 4 pairs of his underwear lying around.

"Yeah but I'm cooking."

"You're microwaving hot dogs."

"Yeah so?" He gave me a dumb look and I rolled my eyes.

"You're so fucking lucky I love you."

"Thanks babe," he smiled. The microwave went off and he opened it, putting condiments on it and shoving it into his mouth.

"No bun?"

"We don't have any," he said with his mouth full.

I laughed and shook my head, picking up his underwear and throwing them in the laundry room. Jess and Niall moved out a couple of days ago and since then, Harry has walked around in his underwear every single day. He's suppose to be starting the job with his dad next week. That leaves me to do nothing but sit and think of how I'm gonna raise this baby. And Niall and Jess can come over to hang out. But Niall also got a job with Harry at his dad's work and that leaves Jess and I to gossip.

Someone rang the buzzer and I pulled up the speaker. "Yes?"

"Hi it's mum. Logan is with me."

"Come up," I smiled and pushed the button to let the elevator come up here. I clapped my hands and turned around, excited to meet my brother. I looked over at Harry and noticed he was still in his underwear.

"Harry," I shrieked. "Go get some clothes on."

"Okay calm down. You're feisty when you're pregnant."

"No I'm not. My family will be here in less than 30 seconds and you're not even dressed."

"Okay I'll go." He ran up the stairs fast right when the elevator doors opened. I took a deep breath and smiled, looking into the elevator to see my mum and a man who looked around 19. He had blonde hair and hazel eyes, standing a little over 6 feet and was wearing black skinny jeans with a Twenty One Pilots t-shirt and gray vans. My mum stepped out and hugged me. Ever since that night, I've met with my mum every single day, catching up and seeing what we missed of each other over the years.

Logan stepped out of the elevator and smiled, holding out his hand and I accepted it.

"Hi I'm Logan." He smiled, surprising me with his American accent. I mean he has lived here for most of his life.

"Hi I'm Addie," I smiled back.

"Nice place you have," he looked around.

"Thanks. It's sort of a mess. My boyfriend is a little messy."

"Hey, I only trash the living room. Our room is all yours," Harry said, coming down the stairs. "Nice to meet you," he shook Logan's hand.

"I've seen you somewhere before."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows as I did the same. "Wait, you're that boxer over in England! Damn you're good."