Double Update :)
***Melanie's P.O.V***
My jaw almost hit the floor as my wide eyes scanned the room. Harry had turned a dark and scary room, into a baby's nursery.
There were two separate cribs on each side of the room. One crib had pink blankets and dolls, whilst the other had a matching blue set, so there was a perfect crib for a girl or boy. Painted above the cribs on the walls were the name's 'Darcy' in pink cursive writing, and 'Jai' in bold blue writing.
A large cream coloured fluffy rug was placed in the centre of the room, and it went well with the wooden floors.
I let out a gasp as I noticed that the once dull black drapes had been removed, and replaced by a white floral curtain, pinned by both sides, revealing a porch that I never knew existed. A small kids table with four plastic chairs was outside on the deck, decorated with a pink table cloth, and a teapot set.
Beside each crib lay a drawer in matching colours to the cribs, and the names "Darcy" and "Jai" was painted on each cabinet. Soft toys of all kinds, from teddy bears to doll princesses lay along a white couch placed near the door. A cushion lay in the centre of the couch with "home sweet home." on it, and it was adorable.
"Harry," I whispered. "It's perfect." I gasped.
"I'm glad you like it." he smiled shyly, walking up to me, wrapping his arms around me. "I wanted it to be perfect for either Darcy or Jai, so I figured I'd make the room fitting for both." he explained.
"When did you do this?" I asked.
"A lot of it was done when you were asleep, but other times when I was in a bad mood and stormed out of the room, I came in here and finished it." he smiled proudly.
"Well it's amazing Harry. It really is." I smiled. "I had no idea you where so..."
"I get it." he smiled. "I've been a bit of a dick-"
"A bit?" I scoffed
"Okay, I've been a monster from hell." he admitted. "But like I said earlier, I'm going to be the real Harry now. This is the real me."
"What, pink and princesses?" I laughed, shutting up when Harry glared at me, but he started laughing again, showing he was teasing, and a let out a sigh of relief.
"And for what it's worth, Princess Buttercup's dress matches Darcy's bedding perfectly!" he pouted playfully. I laughed at him and he started to blush in embarrassment.
"Princess Buttercup?" I laughed. "Oh God, you really are a softy!" I mocked.
"Hey! No I'm not! I'm just good at design, and what matches." he protested. "No way is my baby girl or boy wearing anything that clashes! Our child will have style!"
I cracked up laughing at Harry. "Oh I get it!" I giggled, but Harry looked at me confused.
"Get what? I don't get it!" he laughed.
"Style! Our child will have style! Oh c'mon! You want Darcy Styles to have style!" I explained. Eventually it clicked for him, his mouth making an 'o' shape, before laughing as well.
"That wasn't even planned! I'm just naturally hilarious!" he howled, clapping his hands in laughter.
"No, you didn't even get it!" I pointed out. "It doesn't count!"
"Does so! I'm hilarious!" he protested. Knock knock!"
"Oh my God, nooo!" I whined.
"Knock knock!!!!" he repeated.
"Ugh! Who is there?" I groaned
"A cow goes who?"
"No! I cow goes moo!!" he howled with laughter, hunching over as he cracked up, his face going bright red.
"Harry that was terrible!" I giggled.
"Please tell me he didn't say the damned cow joke?" Zayn laughed, walking into the room.
"I wish he didn't." I sighed, causing Zayn to laugh.
"Get it!? Because you said who, when a cow says moo! Oh that is a classic!" Harry gasped between laughter.
"We get it, but it's just not funny." Louis sassed, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Part pooper!" Harry cried, getting up from the ground, collecting himself from his laughter. It was strange seeing Harry act all sweet an goofy, but in a good way. I was glad he wasn't shouting and hurting me. It was a good change.
"See how nobody else is laughing?" Liam teased. "It wasn't that funny."
"Especially after the 100th time." Zayn added.
"Hell, it wasn't even funny the first time." I mocked, and Harry pouted, acting all hurt. But he couldn't fight his smile, and just shook his head, as if admitting it wasn't that funny after all.
"It's quite impressive, the room, not the joke." Zayn laughed. "Well done mate!" he clapped Harry on the back, Harry looking rather smug with himself.
"Thanks, I'm glad with the end result. Plus Melanie likes it, so it is a job well-done." he smiled, looking at me.
"Who would have thought, Melanie and Harry are actually getting along?!" Louis smirked, smugly wrapping an arm around my shoulder and winking at me.
"Yeah yeah, you were right, he's not all bad." I grumbled.
"I told you so!" he smirked. "If you're nice, he will be nice, then it's all lovey dovet happy family!" he smirked, clearly proud of himself.
Yes, you are a genius Louis." I rolled me eyes, and Louis fake gasped, acting hurt by my sarcasm.
"Don't say it with that tone, Melanie Henderson! he scolded. "It's true! One point to the Tommo!" he triumphed.
"Louis, I told Melanie that aaageeesss ago!" Zayn mocked, winking at me, causing me to laugh.
"Whatever!" Louis yelled. "It was my idea, right Mel?" he asked.
"Actuall- ah!" I screamed.
"What? What is it baby? Are you hurt, you okay?" Harry gushed, running to my side as I placed my hand on my belly.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine, I just got a fright." I stuttered.
"What happened?" Harry asked, looking concerned.
"The baby. It kicked."
