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"Why are you such an asshole!" Our conversation was not treating me right. I shouldn't be so stressed out, I'm six months pregnant! something could happen to the baby!

"Your the one who doesn't want to fucking do anything because your pregnant"

"Oh sorry that our baby is soo damn, important" I hate him right now.

Harry is the worst person on this planet I hope I never have to see him again. He's not even going to be going anywhere though... What am I thinking I need him more than anything right now.

"I'm sorry." This wasn't how this was supposed to go.

We were originally talking about possibly moving back to the US because Harry likes it better. Knowing he liked it better there I blew it way out of proportion thinking he liked someone else more as well. I swear it's because of all these hormones, no wonder why pregnant people are most feared. He carefully walks over to me and pulls me into his chest.

"You have to stop being so.... rude? angry? I don't know but this" he points his finger between us indicating the event that just happened. "is rubbish." He has a point, my yelling, crying, and everything thing is overrated. I'm putting Harry through hell but he acts like its no big deal.

"I need you." My voice shows more than just needing him with me. He's leading me to the bed when I push him as hard as I could.

"This is the one thing I'm not going to miss." The smirk that plays on his face makes me want to just rip it off or something.

We've had more sex than I ever thought I would since I became pregnant. I'm just a sex crazed, bipolar pregnant women roaming the streets acting like I'm the shit. Of course Harry loves that I want him 24/7 no matter where we are. Even the other day, I pulled him into the bathroom on the bus just to have him bend me over the sink. At Walmart we did it in a dressing room, on the plane, at a very "important" meeting, in the studio! It's absolutely ridiculous. But I'm also throwing up constantly so it kind of takes the high from "doing it" away. Every single morning I'm awaken by having to run to the bathroom just to empty my already empty stomach. Morning sickness is also overrated, I throw up any time of the day whether it be morning, afternoon, evening doesn't matter. Half the time I barely reach the toilet so then my Prince Charming comes to the rescue and is forced to clean it up.

"Harry let me get it, your not the one that did it please,"

"Nina, stop, I can clean it up. Just don't shit or piss on the floor because that's where I'm drawing the invisible but very noticeable, important line" he chuckles as if its something everyone does on a daily basis.

I love the fact he does the nastiest, stupidest, absurd yet kind, thoughtful things for me even though I should be cleaning my own messes. What if one day he breaks and can't take having to clean my messes and just leaves? After all I'm practically screaming at him every other hour and constantly telling him that he's an awful husband when, in reality, that couldn't be farther from the truth. He shouldn't have to go through this bullshit, he deserves so much better and everyone knows it. Sometimes I over hear his conversation with the boys when he gets to the point of breaking.

"I don't know what to do, she's always yelling and it's just.. it's so, overwhelming." Hearing this from him makes me feel awful about this whole situation.

"You have to remember she's pregnant and hormonal," See I told you. "She's probably not even aware of how bitchy she's being. You also have to remind yourself of what's coming out of this, it's only nine months and you have what, like, 3 more months? anyways just, I don't know." Louis is just so nice isn't he? But I'm happy that he's still able to put up with me because if tables were turned I would be in an institution right now.