The Surrogate [ H.S.]

chapter 8

*Elena's POV*

I'm in the bathroom getting ready for the, uhh, well I suppose you could call it double date.

I'm wearing a simple, black tank top, big enough to fit around my enormous bump and some pregnancy jeans.                                                                                                                                                      They're quite comfortable. I do like them. I can't wear anything without me looking like a homeless.

Yeah, it's cold out, but that doesn't matter.

"Elena, you're not going out in jeans and singlet are you!?" Harry asks.

"Yeah, I am. Why!?"

"No. You're going to get cold. Here, where my Jack Will's hoodie,"

"But, Harry. I won't look nice and you know. Dressed up,".

"Doesn't matter. You'll look gorgeous for me. Who you trying to impress!?"

"The media. So it doesn't look like your dating an ugly person,"

"Don't you dare call yourself ugly. You'll get your body back. You're beautiful,".

"I love you. But you're absolutely delusional, if you ever think I'm pretty,".

"Call me Mister Delusional,". I quickly slap on some foundation to waken me up abit.

Considering I'm extremely tired from a rude awakening. Harry stands right behind me, and wraps his arms around me. Although, he has some trouble trying to get his arms over my bump.

"Give up Harry. It's not happening," I say jokingly.

Harry kisses my cheek and then walks out to go put on his Ramones, his jeans and converse. Which is what I'll probably wear too.

Converse.

Yep.

That should be fine. I gently apply eyeliner, then finish it off with some Rimmel London Mascara! Love my lashes. I put my hair up in a messy bun. Yep. That should do. I walk out of the bathroom, switching off the light. Harry is tying his converses. I sit beside him on the bed.

"I'm sad, H."

"Why's that my lovely!?"

"Because of Jane,". I wipe away a tear. Luckily my mascara is waterproof.

Harry holds my hand.

"Don't worry about it. Not worth it,"

"I know, but I'm carrying their baby, and I'm an emotional wreck,". Harry holds me in his embrace.

"Come, lets go to lunch,". Harry takes my hand. We walk out the front door, I've just noticed how soft Harry's hands are. So nice! We walk out, and see Louis. Without Jane.

"Hey Elena, Harry. Have fun today," Louis says happily twirling the keys to his Porsche on his finger.

A few seconds later, Jane walks by.

We both freeze. I have nothing to say to her.

"Elena,"

"No. I don't want to hear it," I say as I keep walking.

"But I have something to say!" Jane shouts.

"Yes, well I don't," I bluntly say back. I'm walking as fast as I can to the Range Rover. I don't want to talk to Jane. I have nothing to say to her. I patiently wait down at the car. I look at myself in the reflection.