Aesthetic ~ H.L

Chapter 24

• Emily's POV •

When I got home I literally fell into bed after putting my pyjamas on. I really wasn't in the mood for partying but I also didn't want to ruin anybody's night. I hope everyone enjoys themselves.

Around 2 or 3am in the morning I hear the bedroom door opening and I hear Harry stumble in.

He tears his clothes off slowly and then gets in bed beside me. He smells of a lot of alcohol.

"I love you so much," Harry says, pressing a small, soft kiss on my nose.

"You're drunk, Harry," I giggle.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts," Harry smiles before rolling over and falling asleep, shortly after turning over he starts to snore lightly.

In the morning I get up, being careful not to wake Haroldino up as he's a grumpy little man in the morning.

I tiptoe to the bathroom as I'm not feeling great. Luckily I get to the bathroom in time and start to throw up. I hate being sick. It just overall puts me in a bad mood.

When I return to bed, Harry's putting a top on.

"Are you okay?" Harry says, swallowing a pill with some water.

"I've just been feeling really sick lately," I admit, clutching my stomach.

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Do you need me to get you anything?" Harry says, putting his shoes on.

"I'll be fine." I say, following Harry downstairs.

Harry waves to the boys before leaving the house. I sit down on the sofa and watch Simon play FIFA on the tv until he starts staring me out.

"You're ghost white," Simon finally chirps up.

"I'm just not feeling great.." I then say, coughing.

"Are you...?" Simon says, struggling to get the words out. "Pregnant?"

Fuck. I never thought of that.

"Honestly? I don't know." I admit to both myself and Simon.

"You should buy a test and see." Simon says, whilst returning to play FIFA again.

"What if Harry doesn't want it?" I say, freaking out slightly.

"He will. Trust me, it's been Harry's dream to have a miniature him or her running around," Simons chuckles.

"I hope so.." I say, frowning.