The description is basically in the title, so yeah.....
Order:
Harry
Niall
Louis
Liam
xoxox
Current Rankings-
#361 liam {11.20.18}
#363 niall {11.20.18}
#505 louis {11.20.18}
#330 series {11.20.18}
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Harry
"Haz. Can you do me a favor?" I whisper softly at the door frame of our bathroom. He looks at me in the mirror while he brushes his teeth. "Yeah sure my love." He mumbled before spitting the toothpaste out. Harry holds his hand out to me and I take it. I'm pulled into his embrace.
"What is it (Y/N)?" Harry asks me and rubs my bump. I step away from his strong, tattooed arms. My arms wrap themselves around me. "Um, can you go to the mall and get me some new, um, maternity clothes." I ask shyly. My eyes divert up to his green eyes. His eyebrows furrow and his smirk falls.
"(Y/N), you are going to need to come with me. I don't know your size. You know since our baby continues to grow." He slightly smiles and tries to reach out to touch my baby bump. I smoothly diss his touch and walk over to the bed with tears in my eyes. I hear his footsteps behind me. His large hand softly grabs my arm. Harry turns me around so he can look at me.
"Baby, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Harry asks me with concern lacing in his voice when he sees my tears. I shake my head and try to step away from him, but he grips my arms tighter. "Harry please let me go. I don't want to talk about it." I whisper and wipe my tears. His hands slowly release my arms.
"No, you are going to tell me what's wrong." He frowns and crosses his arms. I lower my head and mumble to myself. "I'm sorry what was that? I didn't quite hear you." Harry sarcastically states and sits down on the bed. I huff in anger.
"I said there is nothing wrong. Other than being too fat to go out anywhere and fit my clothes." I raise my voice and pull at my hair. Harry grabs my hands and pulls me onto his lap. "Stop Harry I might hurt you." I whimper and push against his chest.
"(Y/N), the only thing that is hurting me is you talking about yourself like that. Now stop. You aren't fat. You are carrying a little human inside of you and yes it will make you look bigger and feel bigger. But that's because you are taking care of Asher. He is a healthy little boy. You are feeding for two people now (Y/N). So stop saying that bullshit." Harry angrily says while holding me tighter. My arms quickly wrap around his neck.
"I love you Harry."
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