Try (Sequel to Perfect; Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Ten

THIS IS IMPORTANT. IF THIS CHAPTER DOESN'T MAKE SENSE, TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS. REPEAT IF THE CHAPTER DOESN'T MAKE , COMMENT AND SAY YO HALEY GET IT TOGETHER YOUR CHAPTERS AREN'T MAKING SENSE. The reason it may not make sense, is because my REAL chapter ten got deleted for some reason, and so, I added a little bit onto chapter ELEVEN (which is now chapter ten.), in hopes it will make sense. So! Hopefully it will. If it doesn't, LET ME KNOW. so, without further ado, chapter ten...slash eleven. oh, and sorry for the wait. life got in the way. grr. much love.x

Carter's POV:

We finally just get the dinner that the boys prepared. Bacon, eggs, and lots of staring from the other boys. Harry sends them glares as they stare at me and my belly, but I ignore it, gulping their stares down, and just eat. They're all polite, asking if we need anything else, asking if I'm thirsty or if they should fry more bacon, but they're all obviously uncomfortable.

After we're finish, Harry leads me back to the bedroom, peppering my neck with kisses as we make our way to the bed. He lays me down first, then scoots in close to me, and runs his hand up and down my arm.

"I want to." I say quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I want to. I will. I'll have sex with you."

He sits up, propping himself up with his elbow. He raises his eyebrows at me before giving me a smile. "Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Okay." He murmurs against my lips, pushing me down gently on the bed so that he's hovering over me. "Can we pretend this is our first time?"

I bite my bottom lip, rubbing a hand over my swollen stomach, causing Harry to look down at the bulge.

"For two hours, forget about her. Just think about us." He breathes. Then he locks his eyes on my belly. "Daddy loves you." He says softly, rubbing one of his hands over it. He looks up at me, a smirk setting onto his lips. "Ready, baby?"

I nod eagerly. "Yes."

"Okay." He smiles, his dimples popping out. He sets his lips on my neck and trails kisses up my neck until he reaches my jaw line. "You okay, babe?" he mumbles against my jaw.

"I want on top." I murmur.

"Bab-"

I cut him off. "This hurts." I whine. "Please. Just for a little."

He sighs, before he grabs my hips and then rolls over so that he's on his side. I slide over towards the wall as he gets in place, and then I straddle him. He smirks up at me. "You're in control, my love."

I nod, feeling my face get hot. I lean down, and go straight for his lips. "I can't do this." I sigh. "Switch me..."

He leans up and kisses me. "You sure you even want to do this, baby?"

I nod. "Yes. I just can't hold myself up." I feel my forehead crease up. "I'm sorry."

"Perfectly fine." He pushes me back down, and begins kissing me. "I'll do it faster this time."

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Harry's POV:

As soon as we're finished, she falls asleep, curling herself up into a ball, wrapping her arms around her belly. I kiss her hair before rolling out of the bed and pulling on a pair of jeans and a hoodie.

I walk into the living room, where Niall is laying on the couch with a bowl of popcorn laying on his stomach.

"Mind watching Carter? She's asleep right now, but if she wakes up."

"Sure." He says. He sits up. "Where're you going?"

"Going to pick up some stuff to surprise Carter with. Where are the other boys?"

"Lou's with Syd at Starbucks. Liam and that chick, Danielle, went on another date. I think Zayn's on the porch doing a Twitcam or something."

"Alright. I'll be back soon. If she wakes up tell her I went for groceries."

"Bring back food." He calls as I walk to the door. I turn around and give him a look.

"If Zayn's here, you can come along and help me get the stuff." I offer. "And I'll stop at the market or somewhere for you to get your shit."

He nods, getting off the couch and throwing the bowl on the coffee table. He disconnects his phone from the charger and shoves it into his pocket. "What are you getting Carter?" he questions, grabbing his water off the coffee table before he reaches the door.

"Baby stuff. I don't know. I haven't given anything to this baby."

"The sperm." Niall smirks.

I smack him. "Pervert."

I hold the door for him as he steps out onto the porch. Zayn's laying on the wooden planks on his stomach with his laptop in front of him. He looks back at us. "Where're you going?"

"Bab-" Niall begins before I clap a hand over his mouth.

"Grocery shopping. Want something?"

"Yeah, get some chocolate milk." He says. "Now, shoo. I'm busy."

I kick his foot before I run down the three stairs with Niall on my trail. As soon as we're safely in the car, I look over at him and smack his arm. "Are you insane!?"

"What?"

"Nobody knows about Carter! And if Simon finds out, I'm dead."

"Why would Simon care?"

I roll my eyes. "If he finds out I'm about to be a father, he'll probably send me home or something."

"Doubt it." Niall huffs, rubbing his arm. "Stop smacking me, Haz. It's beginning to hurt."

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Carter's POV:

Whenever I wake up, I roll out of bed and walk into the living room. Empty. I grab a water bottle from the fridge before I walk out onto the porch.

"Carter?" I hear Zayn ask softly. He's laying across the floor with his laptop open. He jumps up and wraps his arms on my back pulling me back into the house. "I'm doing a Twitcam, babe. Harry and Niall went out for groceries. I'll be inside in fifteen, alright?"

I pout. "I'm bored."

He sighs. "If I let you come out, you cannot tell Harry about this, alright?"

I grin, and he leads me back onto the porch. He picks the laptop up and sits on the swing. He pats the cushion next to him and I sit down, making the swing sway. I give him a sheepish smile, and he smiles back, patting my stomach.

"Sorry guys. Bit of a malfunction there." He smiles. "But I'm back. Guys wanna know anything? Ask me a question?"

He looks over at me, turning the laptop so it's facing the other way. "You feel alright?"

"Mhm."

He grins, turning the laptop back to him. He squints his eyes at the screen. "Alright, so ... @567_girllll asked who Carter was?" His eyes get big. "Ah, next question." His brows furrow. "All of these are about 'Carter'."

My face gets red.

"Uh, what're you guys talking about?" he laughs nervously. "@fashionfaggot_ said "you mouthed Carter'." He groans. "Carter's no one, so don't worry about it."

I get off the swing, making it shake a bit, and then turn to Zayn. "I'm going inside." I mouth.

He nods slightly, and continues talking to the laptop as I slip into the house.