His Darling Rebel: Sequel to His American Rebel (Harry Styles & One Direction)

Chapter 3

Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry that I didn't update on Sunday like I said that I would, but I just got super busy all of a sudden. I'll try to write one chapter every week, but I can't promise anything for like the next... three?... weeks. I'm not sure, but whenever I have free time I'll open up my good ol' laptop and crank out a chapter. 

I love, love, love that you guys are commenting with your thoughts about the story. It makes me have tiny butterflies in my stomach. It happens a lot. I'm easily impressed when it comes to small things like that, and, well, I'm impressed that you guys enjoyed the first two chapters. It made me so happy.

Anyways, Liv is done with basketball in three weeks, and I played with them on Sunday night and they want me to play for the rest of the summer with them. It's terrible. I'm not even that good. I'm just fast. Oh well. So when Liv comes back at the end of the summer, she'll be joining me, and this story will become a collab between the Rae sisters. I'm looking forward to it. She has a lot of good ideas!

Okay, read the chapter. I'm done with my happy rant...

- Kenz xx

After our little fight I tried to hid the fact that I was still getting sick, but Harry couldn't be fooled. Everytime I raced to the bathroom he hung his head and didn't look at me once I returned to the room. He tried to tell me time after time that he was happy because it was what I wanted, but I could see in his eyes that it was killing him to watch what was happening to my body. 

He kept sending me concerned looks as we drove to down a suburb street to Louis and Zoey's house. Harry and I were finally leaving to go on the honeymoon that we had been deprived of when Sophie arrived unexpectedly, and we had to drop Sophie off with her godparents before we could leave. 

I looked back at Sophie who was sleeping in the backseat. It was just later than five in the morning, and she had been less than reluctant to get out of bed. Harry eventually carried her from her bed to the car while I carried her bag right behind him. 

"Rachel!" Zoey screamed when she opened the front door. I shut my door and ran to her. I hugged her tightly. It had been almost three weeks since I had seen my best friend, and no girl could go that long without her best friend. 

"Zoey!" I screamed back. I slapped my hands over my mouth and looked back at Sophie. Somehow she was still sleeping as Harry carried her through the front door. 

"You can take her into my bedroom, Harry. Lou can't sleep, and I'm to excited to sleep. We just couldn't wait to spend the week with our favorite little girl!" she said with a large smile. 

I looked over at her in confusion. "Favorite. What if you have a little girl?" I asked. 

"Nope," she said, rubbing circles onto her swollen stomach. "We found out yesterday night. We're having a boy." 

I gave her a big smile, but inside it just made me want the treatment to work even more. I wanted to be able to give Harry his little boy. 

"Rachel, you guys are here early," Louis said, walking into the room with a hot cup of tea in his hand. "Where's Harold?" 

"He's putting Sophie back to bed," I told him. "Does he let you call him Harold?"

"I don't think he even pays attention to it. Why? Does he not let you call him Harold?" he asked me, taking a sip from his cup. 

"I've never really tried, but then again I've never really put two and two together. He's always been Harry to me. Or Curly, either one," I reasoned.