Made in the A.M. (Narry pregnancy)

Right Now

*Nialls' P.O.V.* 

"HOW DARE YOU!" Harry screamed at me from the other side of the bed. "All I said was that I think you should start sleeping with your shirt off." I said very calmly. "NO! YOU JUST WANT TO MAKE FUN OF MY FAT BODY!" He said through gritted teeth. "Babe you're not f-" I was suddenly cut of. "STOP LYING TO ME AND DO NOT CALL MY BABE! I'M NOT YOUR BABE!" I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't keep calm anymore. "STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! YOU'RE YELLING IS NOT GOOD FOR THE BABY SO JUST STOP! YOU'RE GETTING MAD OVER SOMETHING SO STUPID!" "SO YOU'RE CALLING ME STUPID NOW?! WHAT THE HELL NIALL?!" I suddenly saw Harry stumble over to me as I felt his right hand meet my left cheek leaving a red mark. "WHAT THE HELL HARRY?!" I hissed as my hand flew up to me left cheek. 

'Damn hormones.' I thought as I held my cheek and let the anger rage inside of me. Harry kept his eyes on me as I stood there and took in everything that had just happened. We had never had a fight this bad before. All I did was make a suggestion that Harry start sleeping with his shirt off at night because due to his pregnancy, he is starting to feel very hot even when it isn't hot. When I suggested it this morning he went completely wild and started saying that the only reason I wanted his shirt off was so I could call him fat and make fun of him. I looked for regret in his green eyes but as I stood there longer, the anger grew in his eyes. As I stood there a moment longer I shook my head in disbelief and walked out our room. "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" I heard him yell as I ran down the stairs still in my pajama bottoms. I ignored him completely and he just kept shouting louder and louder. 

"Leave me the fuck alone Harry Edward Styles." I whispered to myself as I went to the kitchen to make me some breakfast. I know that he's pregnant and that he's hormonal and doesn't feel well right now but he needs to realize that he is taking all this out on me. He came down with a cold a week ago so he's been on medication and because he's been so hot lately, he hasn't been able to sleep even with the fan on. Because of the fan being so loud I can't sleep so well and I've been so tired. As I made myself some scrambled eggs for breakfast I walked over and sat on the couch making sure to set my hot tea cup on the coaster before turning the television and propping my feet up. 

I hear my boyfriends' loud footsteps coming down the stairs and then came the yelling. "ANSWER ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" he screamed. As I carefully sipped my hot tea I chose to ignore Harry while he was having his little tantrum. "YOU DARE CALL ME FAT WHEN I'M THE ONE CARRYING YOUR CHILD?! YOU AREN'T THE ONE THAT HAS TO GO THROUGH ALL THIS AND I AM! WHAT THE HELL NIALL?! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" he screamed. I shrugged my shoulders as I finished my tea and continued to watch the program that I was watching. As I went to set the glass down on the coffee table he reached out in front of me and threw it down on the ground shattering it into thousands of pieces. I suddenly stood up and lost control. "WHAT THE HELL HARRY?! YOU KNOW THAT WAS MY FAVORITE MUG!" I yelled back. "I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF THAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MUG! YOU LOVE THAT THING MORE THAN YOU LOVE ME!" He screamed at me. 

Hormonal or not I had had enough of his anger today. I suddenly felt like a knife had just jabbed me in the heart and someone had punched me in the stomach along with it. He knows that I don't love anything more than him. What more did he want from me? He kept screaming at me and yelling at me. I yelled back, is that what he wanted? I tried giving him a hug and a kiss this morning but he just pushed me away and hit me on my arm as hard as he could. This isn't the Harry Styles that lads know and love, this isn't the Harry Styles that the fans know and love, this isn't the Harry Styles that I know and love. This isn't my Hazza. I wanted my Hazza back and I wanted him now. I felt a pillow hit me in the face and a slap on my same bruised arm that had been hit earlier as I came out of my thoughts. "I ASKED YOU IF YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ME ANYMORE AND YOU DIDN'T REPLY! SO FINE! IF YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT ME ANYMORE THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE?!" I the knife dig a little deeper in my heart as I started to tear up.