Niall
You and Niall were going shopping, not for anything planned maybe somethings for the baby but it wasn't anything necessary at the moment.
You walked into mother care and looked around at the little blue outfits picking up and examining each one, you reached down to squeeze Nialls hand but you couldn't find it so you turned round to see Niall stood against a rack of clothes looking over towards a petite brown haired girl who worked here
"Nice is she?" you whispered angrily down Nialls ear making him turn around.
You quickly dropped the dungarees you had picked out for yours and Nialls son yet he was too busy cheeking out hot skinny high street store workers.
You wiped an angry tear that had slipped out of your eye
"look I wasn't looking at her" he yelled behind you
It was more embarrassing for you than hurt
"sure Niall" you yelled not looking around to look at him because you knew as soon as you saw him you would melt and just run into his arms forgive him and cuddle for the rest of the day but you was beyond pissed about this
"No!" Niall started but you held up your hand, you couldn't have an argument in the middle of a shopping centre where paps could easily see and film you
No Thanks!
"Just listen to me" Niall said after running up to you
"No Niall" she sighed before quickening up your pace and walking away
Harry
You hadn't been feeling so great, you had woke up at 5am and it was now 6pm and you hadn't slept and you hadn't moved from a curled up ball under a big soft blanket on the couch except for food and going to the toliet. Luckily you hadn't been sick but you still felt like you were going to.
Harry had left for the studio with the boys at 8am and he was due back any minute
"Im home"
Speak of the devil.
"Hey" you murmed not really putting effort into anything
"your still on the couch, your going to get bed sores you've been on there that long" Harry said but you wasn't sure if he was snapping at you or if he was joking around
"im not feeling great" you shrugged keeping your eyes on the tv
"yeah well if I don't feel good I still have to go to the studio" he snapped
"Harry don't" you simply said not moving
Harry walked over and yanked the remote from your hand and turned the tv off
"Hey!" you exclaimed
"You haven't done the dishes, the kitchen is a mess, the laundry is done, dinner isn't started and when you have actually cooked for yourself you leave a massive mess!" Harry yelled
You shrunk further back into the couch and wrapped the blanket tighter around you not saying a word but Harry pulled the blanket from you
"Care to explain?" he said gritting his teeth
"its the modern ages you know women aren't meant to just cook and clean" I cheekily smiled but Harry didn't smile back
"well you don't work any more so you need to do something, I can't go to the studio, do signing, tour, wash, cook and clean" Harry yelled throwing the blanket to the floor
"im pregnant" you yelled, you knew it was a low blow but it was all you could come up with
"yes pregnant not diseased" he yelled punching the wall next to him before throwing the blanket to the floor and walking upstairs slamming the door afterwards.
