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3 - Oh baby!

I cross and uncross my legs. It had only been an hour since Harry and I decided to go back to the palace and announce our love for eachother, and Harry would take the title as the king of England.

"Are you hungry?" he asks me as I continue my single movement of crossing and uncrossing my legs.

"No," I say sharply, my eyes glued to the floor, and my dress chaffing my thighs.

"Love.. What's wrong?" he asks me turning from his drivers seat and facing me. I can feel his eyes boring into my head and I finally turn to face him.

"Do you want to marry me?" I ask, suddenly feeling embarassed after the words come out of my mouth.

Harry chuckles.

"Of course I want to marry you, but I just don't think right now is the best time babe, I'll take the crown and we'll get married eventually mmk?" he reassures me.

It still doesn't sit right with me at all.

And that's when a rush of vomit comes up and then all of a sudden the bile is covered all over my sweatshirt, the leather seat, and the floor of the car.

Harry winces.

"This car was $350,000," he mumbles.

"I'm glad you're worried about your damn car over the state of my wellbeing," I say sharply.

Harry chuckles and pats my head twice. He opens the compartment in front of my seat and pulls out paper towels.

"Clean up as best as you can before we get to the palace," he says making a U turn so that now we were taking the long drive to the palace.

"Do you reckon you have the stomach bug?" he asks me after a few moments.

I shake my head and swallow.

I honestly didn't know what it could be. I haven't eaten anything bad, in fact I haven't eaten in the past day. With everything going on, food just hasn't been a thought.

"What do you think it is then?" he asks before his eyes grow wide.

"You're not...?"

"No! No! There's no way, we had sex one time, once Harry, it doesn't happen like that, we used a condom," I say, but I can feel my voice shaking and my eyes watering.

"But condoms break Paris," he says.

He goes to rest his hand on my vomit covered arm before he stops himself.

"You should take a te-"

"No, because I'm not pregnant, we used a condom, it was only once, I guess im just feeling a bit sick today," I say to try and ease the tension.

He grits his teeth, and the rest of the drive to Buckingham palace is relatively quiet.

Once we enter the gate there are photographers everywhere, the flashes almost blind me.

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"Just take the damn test!" Harry huffs as he pulls back my hair and I vomit into the toilet for the 2nd time this morning.

"I'm not preg-"

"Don't you dare say it," he says sharply as I sit back against the cold bathroom floor.

Harry sits next to me and pushes his hair back.

"Paris.." he says softly.

"If- If you are pregnant, I wouldn't be mad, I would, be shocked, but it wouldn't stop me from loving you, in fact it would make me love you more, it would make me want you more, and I promise I would take care of you and the b-"

"No Harry.. No baby, I'm not pregnant," I whisper.

Harry sighs and grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"I love you," he whispers, his cold hand painting drawings on my much too clammy skin.

I smile the tiniest bit and turn to face him. His green eyes look exhausted, but there is just a hint of excitement laced in them.

"I love you too, and you know that," I say.

"So you'll take the test?" he asks.

"No," I say getting up and brushing off the dust from my pajama bottoms.

"Fuck you," I hear him mumble.

"I heard that Styles," I yell.

"You were supposed to," he shouts back.