Chapter 5.
*Liam's POV*
This girl and her baby are now attached to Harry by the hip. Everywhere he goes, they go too. And it's not like I'm complaining, Charlotte is a very nice girl and Riley, her daughter is amazing. -But I can't help but to think that they're here for something other than what Harry thinks. I was so into my thoughts that I didn't realize Louis, Zayn and Niall standing in front of me.
"You alright mate?" Louis asked.
"Oh yeah. Just thinking that's all." I replied.
They just nodded and sat on the couch next to me. Damn that was close. I almost wondered if they were thinking the same thing...
*Charlotte's POV*
I groaned as the sun peered through the curtains. Thoughts of last night put a smile on my face. I rolled over to Riley's crib next to my bed to find her staring up at me.
"Hi baby girl!" I giggled as I picked her up. Her tiny head rested on my chest as I laid back down. I kissed her head and rubbed her small back. Closing my eyes I remembered the day I found out I was pregnant. I thought my life was over. Little did I know that she would actually make my life better. "I love you baby girl" I whispered.
There was a light knock at the door.
"Come in" I spoke.
"Good morning Charlotte, sleep well?" Harry asked. Of course it was Harry.
"Good morning" I replied.
"She's adorable." He giggled sitting at the edge of my bed.
"You might want to hop in the shower and get dressed because we have a busy day ahead of us! The boys and I will watch Riley while you're getting ready. Okay love? We have to leave by 9:00 am" Harry spoke.
I nodded and handed Riley to Harry. She fussed for a few seconds, then stop. Huh.
After I was out of the shower, I looked in the mirror. The bruises.
"Harry?" I called out.
"Charlotte? Are you alright?" I heard Harry on the other side of the door.
"Is Lou able to do my makeup? I don't want to be out with these bruises on my face..." I said.
"Yes of course. I'll call her right now!" He said. Thank God!
Getting dressed was more of a pain than I thought it was and practically I'm possible.
"Harry!" I called out again.
"What is it?!" I heard him yell.
Here goes nothing, I thought to myself.
I opened the door and looked at him.
"I need your help." I stated. He looked at me with curiosity.
Now, I was only in my bra and panties... and I don't have a good body. The stretch marks across my abdomen, the rolls of skin, that I have no control over ever since Riley, all made me self conscious.
"Help me with my shirt please?" I asked politely.
"Of course! Now how do you want to do this? I don't want to hurt you..." he trailed off.
"I don't know, just get it on, please!" I practically begged.
I heard him sigh as he grabbed the shirt from my grasp.
Just then my phone went off about 4 times. Text messages.
"Quick put my shirt on." I stated.
And in one swift move my shirt was on.
