closer // harry styles

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

It had been two weeks since I found out I was pregnant. Two weeks of throwing up in the mornings, two weeks of thinking food was gross. Two weeks of just water and juices, two weeks of crackers. Two weeks of sweatpants, two weeks of laying in bed. Two weeks of cuddling next to Harry, and two weeks of getting the ring twirled around and around my finger. Paul had let me come back and join them on the tour bus, because Harry said it was a 'medical emergency', and he wouldn't be asking for this unless it was serious. I think Paul was starting to get suspicious though, due to my morning sicknesses and my resisting to food. Maybe he just thought I was really sick; that was a 'medical emergency'.

I rolled over in the small twin bed on the bus, once again knocking Harry on the floor, and waking him up, causing Zayn and Louis to stir.

"How many times have I told you to stay in your own bed?" I whispered.

"I thought you liked cuddling." He groaned, rolling over on the ground and trying to fall back asleep.

"I like cuddling. But I don't like you so close to me I can barely breath, and then you wake up the whole bus by your loud thud on the floor." I laughed.

"Are you calling me fat?" He smiled, rubbing his eyes.

"The only person that's fat here is me." I whispered.

"You're not fat, love." Zayn whispered to me, rubbing his eyes and looking at me with messy hair. Harry and I exchanged a glance. Well I wasn't fat, yet.

"Should we tell them today?" I whispered, and Harry nodded.

"Tell us what?" Niall asked, sitting up in his bed.

"Yeah, what are you hiding?" Louis asked.

"They just said they'll tell us. But if it's important, I would wait." Liam advised. "We'll forget everything by lunch time."

"It's true." Zayn agreed.

"Yeah, but I want to know now." Niall whined, laying back down.

"Go to bed." Liam demanded. "Harry why the hell are you on the floor?" He asked, looking over to Harry.

"I fell." He lied. "Actually, she pushed me." He laughed.

"Sorry, I'm so fat." I giggled, causing Harry to smile because he was the only one who understood.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, you're the opposite of fat, you're tiny, darling." Niall agreed.

"Hey, only I get to call her darling." Harry objected.

"No, seriously why do you say you're fat?" Zayn asked.

"It's important, so I'll tell you guys later." I smiled.

"No, now you have to tell us." Niall said, sitting up in bed. I looked at Harry, and then looked at the other boys. Everyone was clueless, except for Louis who's face was flushed white.

"You okay, Lou?" I asked.

"You're pregnant!" He yelled, and all eyes were on me, including Harry.

"That's why you're saying you're fat..." Liam nodded.

"Is it true?!" Zayn asked, and when no one said anything, they had their answer.

"Harold Edward Styles!" Niall shrieked.

"I'm sorry, who's pregnant?!" Uncle Paul asked, bursting through the door, and looking straight at me. Again there was a silence, until Louis stepped in.

"Uh... I am, Paul." He said with a completely straight face, causing everyone to burst out in laughter.

"Well, congrats." Paul smiled at Louis. "Harry, can I see you for a minute?" Uncle Paul asked.

"Ruh-roh." Niall whispered as Harry slowly got up and walked out of the bedroom with Paul.

Five minutes later, Harry walked back in the room, running his fingers through his hair.

"How did he take it?" Zayn asked.

"Surprisingly well." Harry nodded, pursing his lips.

"Really?" Louis asked.

"No, I'm totally kidding." Harry nodded. "Looked like he wanted to cut a bitch."

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

"I thought he was gonna take a steak knife and stab me right then and there." Harry said, making Niall burst out in his cute little laughter.

"Why?" I asked.

"He was just mad, but he's Paul. He'll forgive me by dinner. Hopefully." Harry smiled.

"Well of course he's mad." Zayn agreed. "If you fucked Perrie and I's daughter, I would've been pretty goddamn mad to."

"Perrie's pregnant to?" Niall asked.

"No." Zayn confirmed. "That's what you got out of that story?"

"Okay, but that's different because I'm your friend and I would never do that to your daughter." Harry laughed.

"And I'm not Paul's daughter." I said.

"Right, but you kind of are." Louis said.

"Right, and let's hope Harry never does anything like that to Zayn's daughter, because since Zayn and Harry are so close, Harry would basically be like an uncle to her." Liam pointed out.

"Gross, so that's be like-" Niall started, but I cut him off.

"Ew!" I yelled, and ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. Harry came in and held my hair up, and rubbed my back, just like he did every time I was sick.

"So that explains the vomiting." I heard Louis say from the other room, making me chuckle.

"You up for food?" Harry asked.

"How about just drinks?" I asked.

"What? No!" He gasped.

"I meant like juice or something, Harry." I laughed.

"Oh, right. Yeah, get ready when you're feeling up for it." He suggested.

(so yes, this chapter was also a little bit boring, and I'm sorry. there are surprises coming though so stay tuned ;) xx)