I'm having your baby, and it's none of your business!

You will never lose me

My eyelids slowly flutter open at the sound of birds chirping. A smile graces my lips as I turn my head to look at this beautiful man beside me.

I softly run my fingers through his dark, lucious, curly hair to which he lets put a small groan. His eyes open gracefully and I am trapped in his emerald orbs. They're beautiful, I can't look away.

He doesn't either and we just lay there for what seems like hours, just staring into one another's souls.

The silence is calming and everything is just perfect at the moment. It's like I'm trapped in a prison, and I don't want to escape it.

Unfortunately though, I remember where I am and panic picks up in my brain.

"What's wrong love?" He speaks in his rich, British accent. His voice is still raspy from sleep that just makes me want to stay with him forever.

"My mum, I was supposed to call her." I say as I sit up and stretch. I swing my legs over the king bed and stand, stifling a yawn.

I turn my head to see harry still in bed. He has a cute little frown on his face and he looks so cute at the moment.

"Come back" he whines "you can call her later"

"No, you don't understand, she would be freaking out right now. All she knows is that I went to a bar last night with my friends, she expected me back home before midnight." I explain to him.

"Alright, but I better see you later for lunch" he says in a stern voice, telling me that I don't have an option.

I let out a giggle and nod my head. Picking my clothes off the floor, i walk to the bathroom to change. I lock the door and slip off Harry's t shirt.

Once I'm done, I leave the bathroom to see that Harry's not in bed. He must be in the kitchen.

My eyes dart to the bedside table where my phone is resting and for a second, I debate whether I should even open my mums messages of wrath.

I walk to it and pick it up. 12 missed calls and 29 texts. I start to feel guilty and reply back quickly saying that I'm alright and I'll be home soon. My poor mother.

I sigh as I take in Harry's beautiful scent. It lingers everywhere and I'm falling in love with it.

Suddenly, my stomach grumbles, reminding me that I still haven't eaten breakfast. I make my way to my kitchen and almost drool at the sight before me.

There stands harry, shirtless, cooking bacon and eggs. He turns around to flop an egg into a plate that is sitting on a counter and when he does, his muscles flex.

He looks up and spots me staring "morning love, how's the view" he says with an award winning smile. His dimple shows up and I almost melt at the sight. How did I get so lucky?

"Amazing" I blurt out without thinking. He starts laughing and I cover my face with my hands. "Um...I mean, yeah the weathers lovely?" I speak.

He turns the stove off and struts towards me like a model. I feel my insides churning as he grabs my face gently and crashes his lips onto mine. I instantly respond and almost pout when he pulls away.

He walks towards the counter and grabs the two plates filled with breakfast. Putting them on the table, he pulls out a chair for me and I sit down. He does too and we eat in silence, both too focused on our food to pay attention to anything else.

After we finish breakfast, I ask him to drop me home and he happily does so.

We hop into the Range Rover and I blast the music. Isn't she lovely by Stevie wonder comes on and I start to sing. Harry laughs at my atrocious voice and starts to sing as well.