A Lovely Betrayal

Chapter Eleven

As I near the beginning of my third month of pregnancy I start getting moodier. Yelling at Harry for leaving his socks on the floor, crying because someone says something about the baby, laughing at the stupid jokes Harry says when they aren’t even remotely funny.

“Pregnancy makes you weird babe.” Harry says and I feel my lip start to tremble.

“I’m weird? The baby made me weird!” I cry and start sobbing.

“Oh no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! You’re normal! Completely! More normal than the rest of us!” He says quickly but it doesn’t help. My wailing continues until Louis comes into the room hands on his hips.

“What did you say to her now?”

“LOU!” I cry and throw myself into his arms. “HARRY SAID I WAS WEIRD! THAT BEING PREGNANT MADE ME WEIRD! THE BABY MADE ME WEIRD!”

“Tatum you were always weird.” Louis says and I stop staring at him seriously.

“Really?”

“Yes, Tate really.”

“Oh! Yay! That means that the baby didn’t make me weird! Wait. That means you guys made me weird. Oh my god my child’s going to be a weirdo!” I say clamping my hand over my mouth and they burst into laughter.

“Babe our baby is going to be just as weird as any other child.”

“Every other child doesn’t have a world famous father, a weirdo mother, and a bunch of freaky uncles and aunts!” I say and he chuckles.

“Well maybe a bit weirder.”

“Ugh. I’m going to shower.” I snap and storm into the bathroom their laughter echoing off the walls behind me. I yank off my shirt and glance up into the mirror doing a double take. Turning this way and that I watch the light bounce off the small bump on my abdomen. “Holy shit my boobs have gotten huge. Harry!”

“What? Are you okay?” He bursts into the bathroom and I giggle.

“Look! I have a bump now!” I say happily turning to the side so he can see my tiny baby bump. He grins and calls for Louis. “I don’t have a shirt on!”

“So? It’s just Lou. He’s your best friend.” I roll my eyes as Louis enters the bathroom.

“Look she has a baby bump!” Louis grins and reaches out poking my protruding belly.

“HEY! HANDS OFF! HOW’D YOU LIKE IT IF I JUST RANDOMLY POKED YOUR STOMACH!” I yell and shove them out of the bathroom before stripping down and showering. into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. I freeze narrowing my eyes at the offending articles of clothing Skipping littering the floor. “Harry? What are those?”

His eyes widen as he looks at the socks lying on the floor.

“GET YOUR SOCKS OFF THE FLOOR! THAT’S DISGUSTING! YOU KNOW I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT!” I snap marching to my suitcase. He scrambles to pick them up as I get dressed. “I’m going to the beach are you coming with me?”

“No I’m gunna stay here and hang out with Lou. I think Liam’s going surfing with Danielle though. Why don’t you go with them.” I nod pulling on my sun dress my baby bump slightly visible. I slide on my sandals pecking him on the lips before slipping out the door. I pound my fist on their door until Danielle yanks it open in a bikini.

“hey I’m going to the beach with you.” I say stepping past her as Liam comes out of the bathroom in a pair of board shorts.

“Hey preggers. So you’re going to the beach with us?”