Sweet Secrets

Visits

Harry's Pov:

Quickly after Taylor tweeted that announcement, her phone blew up. It was hate, from my fans. She isn't in the physical condition to deal with anything but keeping herself healthy at the moment. I needed to keep myself less angry by the time Taylor wakes up. This needs to be stopped.

@Harry_Styles:

"@onedirectionismybae: ew. leave Taylor! you don't need her!"

I thought you guys were my fans and supported me? Stop hating on Taylor, I'm dating her... it's my decision.

She nuzzled into my chest and I pulled her closer to me, if that's even humanly possible. I realize Taylor has started to get a bump. She probably never noticed and I never asked. She doesn't like to talk about her weight or have me mention it. So, I normally keep my distance.

"Are you okay with being a father?" Paula asks. I looked up from admiring Taylor's nose.

"Yes, well no. But, I can't leave Taylor. I really love her, I'll stay here till the end. I'll help her out, I feel a need to. You know? I'll try to learn as hard as I can to help her, I mean she seems ready. She looked so happy when we heard the heartbeat."

"She's always loved kids so, of course she's ready. But I'm sure she appreciates everything you're doing. She is going through a lot, and will be going through a lot up until the baby comes. Thank you for taking care of her." She smiles.

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure."

"We're a few minutes away from landing. You should wake up sleepy head over there." She laughs, pointing to the ball that Taylor is in my lap. I nod and place my hand on her shoulder.

"Hey babe, wake up. We're landing." I whisper. Taylor opens her eyes and smiles.

"Hi." She smiles.

"How are you feeling?"

"Bloated and huge." She complains.

"Well let's see, baby are you making your mum big?" Taylor laughs and lays her head in my lap and lays on her back. I place my hands at the hem of her shirt and pull it up to just above her belly button.

"I spy a bump." Paula laughs.

"I feel huge, Paula." Taylor complains. Paula laughs slightly and I kiss Taylor's forehead.

Taylor's Pov:

Finally we had landed in London, getting ready to make the drive to Harry's parents house. I was feeling anxious, scared, sick to my stomach.

We made the drive back to Harry's moms house- Harry carried my bag of course. Mumbling something along the lines of 'it'll hurt the baby'. Once we entered, I attempted to cover up my stomach. A few days ago there was nothing, now there's a bump. I smacked Harry's arm and he gave me his jacket. I buckled it around my stomach and let out a sigh.

Anne and Gemma greeted us with hugs and tea. Something I loved about them. Harry sat down with a smile on his face while I was nearly gagging- not ready to share any news.

"So Taylor and I have something to tell you." He's about to say it. He can't say it.

"Taylor's pregnant." Gemma gasps, Anne starts to cry. I let go of Harry's hand and bolt for the door. I run down the stairs onto the grass. I sit against the shed, letting tears come out.

I don't know why I stormed out. I just didn't want to tell anyone. I felt judged, Harry's only twenty years old for gods sakes. He thinks he's ready. But truthfully, I'm not even ready for it. I mean, I can't have a baby. There's so many things that could go wrong. I don't do well with pain also, so this well be hell. I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding and stared up at the clouds. Typical London rain clouds hung in the sky like wet towels on a clothesline.