The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter twenty-five

I'M SO SO SO SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING VERY FREQUENTLY! ITS NOT WRITERS BLOCK OR ANYTHING, MY JOB (Dairy Queen, lol) HAS GIVEN ME A LOT OF HOURS LATELY SO IVE HAD NO TIME TO WRITE BUT I PROMISE I WILL! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS :)
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Waking up to a head of long brown waves on my chest, made me feel like I was in a dream. The loud snores escaping Harry's lips is what made me realize this wasn't a dream.

I giggled and brushed the curls out of his way, revealing his beautiful face. "Harry baby, wake up." I softly spoke, while shaking him lightly. He let out a groan and stirred before his emerald eyes fluttered open, our kid is gonna be so damn beautiful.

"What time is it?" He rasps. His morning voice alone made my panties moisten.

"It's 10 AM, I don't want to make my parents wonder why I'm sleeping in late and barge in on us." I explain to him and he stretches out his arms.

"What are you going to tell them?" He asks.

"The truth." I sigh.

"Are you scared?"

I nod, "I'm terrified. I just don't want them to be disappointed in me."

Harry wraps his arms around me and presses a kiss to the top of my head, "Angel face, don't worry about that. They love you and they're always so proud of you, and they always will be. Unless they see our sex-tape." Harry jokes, and I laugh, but I instantly remembered that was an actual possibility and made me panick a bit more.

"Oh god, what if they actually do?" I ask out of worry.

"Charlotte, even if it did get out, I highly doubt your parents would be the type to find out. You said so yourself, they're clueless when it comes to celebrity news."

"You're right." I let out a sigh of relief, then I feel a wave of nausea hit me like a truck. I get up from my bed and run to the bathroom, lift the toilet seat up, and empty away anything that was in my system.

Seconds later I feel a hand rub my back, I turn and see Harry looking down at me with a worried look.

"You ok, angel face?"

I nod while wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "It's just morning sickness."

He helps me stand to my feet and I immediately grab my toothbrush and brush them until the aftertaste of vomit is out of my mouth. Harry stands next to me while brushing his teeth, which confuses me, where'd he get that toothbrush from?"

"Hey, where did you get that toothbrush?"

"I brought it with me." He answers.

"You carry a toothbrush with you everywhere?" I ask out of confusion.

"For emergencies." He shrugs.

"What kind of emergency would involve having to brush your teeth?"

"My lifestyle used to be getting drunk right before an interview or photoshoot, so to get the smell of beer out of my mouth, I'd brush my teeth five minutes beforehand."

I giggle, "I wonder what stopped this lifestyle of yours?"

"It was this beautiful woman. She was kind of pushy and it annoyed the shit out of me, but every time she yelled at me, I found myself falling more and more in love with her everyday." He says, making the heat rise to my cheeks.