Harry and I intertwined our whole bodies as we walked in to our apartment. Right as we walked into the apartment, Harry started making out with me. He kissed me passionately and licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I might have to get a sliding door put in for his convenience. He deepened the kiss, only to remove his parched lips from my highly glossed ones. He grabbed my hand and skipped off to the bedroom, looking as excited as a child
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*Four months later*
We still hadn't told the other boys about our engagement, but I had become pregnant and Harry and I were off to the doctor for a check up. Once in the office, I was being prepared to have an ultrasound. The doctor lifted the scratchy fabric of the hospital gown up and he smoothed the cold gel over my stomach. He took out the ultrasound probe and applied it to my stomach. He moved the probe around until he found an image of the baby.
"Wow. I was right. You are too fat to be having only one baby. Kylie, you're having quintuplets!" the doctor interpreted.
"HOW DARE YOU CALL MY FIANCE FAT!" Harry fumed as he pulled out his thunder buddy. A nurse ran in and pulled him out of the room, concealing his thunderbuddy.
"Sorry doctor, he's not normally that rude. He's just overprotective." I tried to apologize. He rubbed the gel off my stomach and he wished me luck with my pregnancy, scheduled another appointment, and left me to change. I walked out to see Harry sitting in the waiting room, his thunderbuddy constrained in a straight jacket. "Lets go babe. It's been a long day."
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*One week before due date*
"Harreh, we need to think about names. I know you want to name one of them Darcy, but what about the other four?"
"Well why can't they all be named Darcy? Maybe like Darcy one, Darcy two, Darcy three or something like that?" he suggested.
"You can't do that Harreh," I replied.
"What about Darcy, Not Darcy, and Liek Definantly Not Darcy, Absolutely Not Darcy, and Definantly Absolutely Not Darcy? I read about these kids named Michelle and Not Michelle. It could work?"
"NO. Y U SO HARD TO WORK WITH? WE'RE JUST GOING TO WING IT OK?" I screamed angrily. Just after I said that, I felt a leak out my biscuit. "Harry. HARRY. HARREH. HAZ! HOSPITAL. NOW." I screamed in anguish. He grabbed my hand and dialed the boys.
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*42 hours of labor later*
"Harry, It's 5 girls." Zayn told a nervous, sweat-drenched Harry. "Kylie needs you." Zayn led the way from the waiting room back to the hospital room. He had expected 5 small toddlers, but was met with massive, crying bundles of fabric in little insulator type things.
"Look inside, Harry. They're perfect." I cooed softly while looking at the babies.
Harry walked to the first tub and looked at the toothless, crying, smelly baby in the bed. "Uhhh Kyles, what's that? Where are our toddlers? Isn't that how they're born?"
"Are you serious? No. They look like that. What should we name them?"
"How about Darcy, Darcella, Darclynn, Darcalee, and Darcah?" Harry suggested as he scratched the back of his head.
"Why not." I decided.
"Hand me my five Darcies, would you, Liam?" Harry commanded.
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Kiss me
FanfictionKylie is a little suspicious about the boys strange behavior. She confronts them on their issues, but learns something she never wanted to know. (this book is basically a bunch of cliché fan fic things, but with a surprise ending. Go read typical du...
