One Direction Pregnancy Series

Hormonal Fight

Harry

I wake up with a smile on my face as I turn over to see the love of my life. But I end up seeing our matress and ruffled blankets. I slowly get out of bed and look for him. As I search throughout the house my mood becomes more grey.

Harry left. Without saying goodbye. He just left. What kind of person does that?

The whole day has now been officially ruined. I couldn't get all the laundry done. My boss has sent me tons of emails to check the manuscripts due in two days. Everything is just piling up and becoming stressful. And it's all Harrys fault.

I know it's bad to blame him for all of my stress, but I wouldn't be so stressed out if he would have just gave me a goodbye kiss. Hell, even a goodbye note would've sufficed.

As I am reading the last manuscripts, the door opens. In comes Harry with a huge smile on his face as he just strolls in. I huff in annoyance. "Hello my beautiful, pregnant girl. How was your day?" Harry smiles as he tries to give me a kiss but I immediatly curve my head away from his pretty lips. "Um, what was that?" He asks and quirks an eyebrow at me. I give him my best evil eye and slowly stand up and make my way to the kitchen to start dinner.

He obviously follows me there and stands on the other side of the counter. "So where did you go in such a rush this morning?" I simply ask and cut a piece of chicken fat off. "I had a meeting with my team. They were wondering when we had shows." He replies warily. "Why do you ask?" Harry asks and stands beside me and tries to grab my hand.

I pull my hand away from him and wave my knife at him. "Oh now you want to love all on me? You should've thought about that when you were leaving me without saying goodbye this morning Harry!" I yelled and stabbed the chicken with the knife out of anger. "Are you seriously pissed over that? That is so childish. Grow up!" He huffs and crosses his arms.

"Grow up!? Okay, how about this. I'll 'grow up' when you start to as well. Because let's be honest here Harold, you need some maturing to do." I bite back and walk over to the stove and throw the chicken into the frying pan. He groans and yanks open the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.

"Why are you acting like a total bitch?" He yells back at me and I freeze. Never in my life has Harry ever called me something other than terms of endearment. Especially a bitch. I slowly turn around with tears streaming down my face. "Okay." I state calmly as I turn the stove off and make my way up the stairs. "Where are you going (Y/N)! We aren't done with this conversation." I hear him say behind me as he follows me into our bedroom. I grab a few bags and start piling my stuff into them.

"(Y/N)? What do you think you're doing?" Harry asks with fear in his voice. Good ridance. "Well since the mother of your child is 'acting like a total bitch' then maybe the bitch should just leave so you won't have to deal with it anymore." I simply state with a shrug of my shoulders. "Hell no. Shit. I didn't mean it love. I'm sorry. You know I love you. I become a different person whenever we argue. I didn't mean to leave without saying goodbye baby. You just look so peaceful and I didn't want to disturb you. Please don't leave. I'm sorry." Harry pleads and pulls me into a tight hug as we cry in each others arms and lay in bed. Promising to forget about the petty fight.