Love is Lame

Chapter 19

This is really short I wrote it in like an hour haha but I'm gonna be on a plane home tomorrow for like six hours, so unless I sleep the whole way I'll be writing:-)

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OLIVIA

Later that night, I met Robin and we had a small but nice dinner, one that I never would have had at home. Robin is nice, a bit intimidating, but I've fallen in love with Gemma and Anne. They're both so sweet and loving, it was hard not to.

Harry had calmed down from this afternoon, which I was grateful for. He had always kept at least a hand on me, marking me his to his family and anyone who saw us, really.

Over dinner, my stomach started to ache extremely badly and I had to lie down in bed. I knew why, but I had told Anne it was no big deal.

Harry came up around 8:30, I was on my phone but put it down as soon as he laid down with me. His arms slowly wrapped around my body and he held me to him.

"Did you call the doctor?" He mumbled.

I nodded as if he could feel me. "Yeah. Before we left I told her we'd be on vacation and she said if there were any problems, I'd call her and then she'd connect me to a doctor here. The guy here said to just relax and maybe get a heating pad. I'm feeling a bit better."

"I'm going to be your heating pad," Harry mumbled into my neck and I laughed.

"Are you tired?" I asked and before I even finished the question, he was nodding his head yes.

"Turn around." He demanded and I did, like I always do. He smiled when he saw my face and nudged his nose against mine. I smiled under Harry and his hands squeezed my ass, pulling me closer to him. He blushed when he realized I had taken my pants off. His lips were warm against my cheek as he held them there for a while. "I love you."

A moan escaped from my lips as his hand slipped into my underwear. I wanted to say no, but I couldn't. One touch and I was instantly intoxicated from him, he added the shot of Scotch and after that, I couldn't stop.

"How do you feel?" Harry whispered as his lips traced my skin and found my lips.

"Pregnant," I grumbled and Harry laughed.

"Do you want to?" His hands trailed around my crotch over my underwear, tickling me and I sighed.

"Yes, but no," I sighed. "Your whole family is here. Plus my stomach hurts. What if it kills the baby or something?"

Harry threw his head back in laughter. "I don't think a few fingers and an orgasm will kill a baby." His open words shocked me and sent a line of adrenaline right to my crotch.

"We can never stop after just a few fingers." I smiled, moving my hands to his hips.

"True. Not my fault my girlfriend is hot as fuck." He smirked, his dimples extra deep.

"It kind of is. You chose me." I tested him as his fingers traced my hip bones and mine did the same to him.

"If I remember right, you asked me to be your fake boyfriend." Harry recalled and he was right, but I couldn't admit that.

"You went along with it."

"Touché." He smiled, nudging his nose against mine before kissing me. He rolled over so he was lying overtop of me and nudged my legs open with his knees. I grabbed his dangling cross necklace and pulled his lips to mine, a groan falling out of his lips.

"Be quiet," I laughed as his hands slid into my underwear and pulled them down. His middle finger slid right into me, my back arching. Using his knees to hold him up, he cupped my boob in his hand as he wriggled his fingers around inside of me.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He said quietly as he kissed down my body and his hair rubbed against me. He replaced his finger with his tongue and I squeezed the sheet next to me as the feeling grew in my stomach. My free hand flew to his hair and squeezed, trying hard to keep control.

HARRY

Fuck, I shouldn't have started because now I need her. Her hips were bucking under my touch and I knew she was close. "I'm hard as a rock for you, baby," I encouraged her as her feet pressed against my back. "Come on."

And with that, she did. A moan fell out of her mouth as I grabbed one of my t shirts off of the floor and wiped her off. "Are we really stopping?" She was half pouting and half smiling, out of breath and flushed. I smiled, but quickly draped the blanket over us as I heard footsteps in the hall.

"Pretend you're asleep." I whispered, wrapping my arm around her. Gemma knocked and opened the door, making a puppy dog face at us.

"Shh, she just fell asleep." I whispered.

"I need to talk to you, though." Gemma whispered. "It's important."

I furrowed my eyebrows at her and she came and sat on the other side of my bed. I ran my hand slowly up and down Liv's bare legs and drew circles on her hips.

"Look, I know this isn't what you wanted but I know that she's pregnant." Gemma spat out and Liv jerked under me. I stayed calm, waiting for her to continue. "She used the home phone to call the doctor and I picked up a phone to call someone and I heard it. I haven't told mum or Robin, but when are you going to?"

I sighed. "Soon. Probably Christmas Eve." I threw my head back on the pillow; cursing. "What do you think mum will do?"

"Probably cry. Tell you she's proud of you for staying and now she'll have more excuses to get out of this place. Robin will probably tell you privately that you fucked up." We both nodded and Liv turned towards us, probably so she could hear better. Gem and I watched intently as her arm wrapped around my chest and her head tucked into my chest. "You love her a lot, don't you?"

I nodded because there was nothing else I could say.When I look at her, I forget what I'm trying to say. It's crazy to think what we were doing just minutes ago, and now she's pretending to be asleep pressed against me. "32 weeks until I'm a dad." I choked up. I don't want to cry in front of Gemma. She is one of the people on the list that I do not cry in front of. She's near the top, really.

"Aw, don't cry baby bro." Gem said, mocking me and giving me a noogie. "Kidding. It's so surreal. Like, you. You're going to father a child."

"Yep." Livi let out a noise from her mouth and I think she might have actually fallen asleep.

"I like her a lot. Very beautiful. She's got that smile that makes you want to give to the needy and wear a sweater with cats on it. Like real live cats." Gemma would say that.

"Shut the hell up." I laughed smacking her arm. She stood up and walked to the doorway laughing.

"But really, Harry. I'm proud of you." She smiled to me and I smiled back, proudly. When Liv didn't move after Gemma was gone, I knew she had fallen asleep.