Nicole's POV
"Louis just get out!" I yelled, sounding ruder than I intended. Tears were now streaming down my face, and I pulled at my hair in frustration. This Lou and I's third fight within the past two days. Nothing big; more like my hormoans getting the better of me. Todays fight started when I asked if he truly even wanted this baby. To be honest, I have no clue why I even asked him that question. He looked so offended and hurt when I asked him that, he thought I was second guessing him. We fought back and fourth until I finally snapped and told him to leave.
"Nicole no. Please, babe I'm sorry." he begged, looking at me almost on the verge of tears himself. I couldn't give in this time. I needed time to think, and calm down.
"No. Just get out, I need some time to think." I informed him, wiping at the fresh tears that were still pouring down my face. I saw a single tear slip down his cheek, and he got up, gently closing the door behind him. I sat there in our bed, thinking of what these fights mean. Were we in that stupid little couple's fights phase? Or was this a sign that maybe this isn't working out? Ugh, my mind was a complete mess. I've never been so confuse, stressed or tired in my life. I'm not sure how much more of this I can handle. I thought back to when my life was actually easy; enjoyable even. When Lou and I were just friends, the best of friends, and nothing more. When I wasn't pregnant, and crying all the time. When me and Louis weren't screaming at each other every ten minutes. Can I just go back to those days? I sat there and thought until I literally couldn't think anymore. If I did, my head would've blown up.
I heard a faint knock on the bedroom door. "Come in." I stated, my voice still shaky and uneven. In walked Louis, his eyes red and puffy, enough evidence for me to figure out he'd been crying. It's weird to think that I have that effect on him. He sat on the bed, right beside me. He looked around the room, trying to think of what to say, and then he looked directly in my eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." he said, almost tearing up again. "No..I'm the one who's sorry," I paused. "but...what's wrong with us Lou? We've been fighting constantly, I don't understand it. I hate fighting." I sobbed, looking at him for answers. He wiped a few of my tears away with his thumb, and he pulled me into his arms, laying my head on his chest. I didn't hesitate or wiggle away, I just melted into him.
He started twirling my hair around in his fingers. "Love, we're both stressed, and exhausted and unpatiently waiting for the baby to come. There's nothing wrong with us. We're a couple, we're gonna have a fight or two but I will never change my mind about you. Don't you know that I love you like crazy?" the amount of senerity in his words let me know that what he was saying is true. This made me tear up even more. He was looking at me, waiting for me to say something. "I love you too. Like crazy." he kissed my lips gently. "But can we please stop fighting? I don't think I have the energy to do it anymore." I asked hopeful. A slight grin stretched on his face, and he tilted his head down; reconecting our lips in another light kiss. "I'm promising you right now, that we will not fight. I love you too much to stay mad at you anyways." he replied, a smile now forming on my lips. I wished we could stay in this postion foreve;in his arms. But sadly, we couldn't. We're suppose to go out to dinner with Harry and Jess.
"We should both get ready, we have to meet them at the resterant in 20 minutes." I said, trying to wriggle out of his embrace. The corners of his lips faced downwards forming a frown.
"But I don't want to get up." he whined, somewhat resembling a five year old. That wasn't too hard for him to achieve, seeing as how he's generally a child at heart. I giggled at his immatureness. He cut off my chuckling with yet another kiss. I was about to pull away, but he deepened the kiss, running his tongue across my bottom lip pleading for entry; I granted it. He layed me back on the bed, now on top of me, but being cautious of the baby bump at the same time. He had his hands at the top of my maternity jeans and as he was about to pull on them, I swatted his hands away and reluctantly pulled away from his lips. "Okay okay, mr. horny pants, that's enough. We really need to get going." I demanded, giving him my most stern look. It probably wasn't too intimidating. He frowned again, but he knew I was right, so he rolled over and got up. "Good boy," I chirped, sarcastically.
He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out a nice pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt with red sleeves. I got up, struggling a bit, and walked to the closet. I pulled out a blue and green maxi dress and some black flats. I pulled off my jeans and my flowy blouse. I slid into the dress and stepped into the flats. I pulled my hair up into a bun, pulling out a few loose pieces and letting them fall around my face. I was about to pull out my makeup bag, put I felt a hand pull me away from my vanity. Lou snaked his arms around my waist, and I managed to manuver my arms around his neck. "You're not putting that shit on your face. You look way more gorgeous without it." he said, causing me to blush. "Babe, you have to say that, you're my boyfriend. I need to put it on if we're going out." I was about to slip out of his arms and reach for my makueup once again, but he wasn't letting up. "I'm going to sit on the bed and refuse to move until you agree to not put on makeup. And when Harry calls pissed off that we're late, I'll let you explain to him why." he stated simply, letting go of me and taking a seat on our bed. I let out a massive sigh, knowing he probably meant it. "You wouldn't." I said smugly. A sneaky smile tugged at his pink lips. "Try me." he replied. I rolled my eyes and put my makeup bag away.
"Fine, I won't put it on." I said in defeat.
"Good girl, now let's go." he chirped, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of our bedroom. We got got into his car and drove to the resteraunt.
"Hey guys." I cheered, when we came into view of Jess and Harry sitting at a table for four.
"Hey!" they chorused back to us, through their wide grins. Louis pulled my chair out for me, and pushed me in effortlessly. No clue how he did that, I was huge. We were all having random banter, until the overly perky waitress approached our table.
"Hello, my name is Rachel, and I'll be your waitress tonight. Are you all ready to order?" she beamed, with a fake smile forced on her round face. We all glanced at each other and then nodded. Harry started off;
"Can I get some chicken fetticini, please?" he questioned and she scribbled it down on her notepad.
"I'll just have a chicken ceaser salad." Jess stated
"Make that two." I chimed in and Rachel continued writing down our orders.
"I'll have a cheeseburger." Louis was last to order. I laughed at his meal choice, he really is a child. The waitress wrote down Lou's order and walked towards the kitchen of the resteraunt. Everyone else continued on with the banter, but I felt a slight pain in my stomach. I winced a little, but it wore off pretty quickly. A minute later the pain reappeared, but this time it was worse. "Owww!" I groaned in pain. The others looked at me with concerned expressions. "Babe are you okay?" Louis asked nervously. Just then I felt a warm spot on my seat, I looked down and saw blood seaping through the front of my dress. I started to pannick. Louis looked down and noticed the blood stains. He looked up with a terrified look on his face.
"Call 911"
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A/N: Hello my lovebugs! Sorry I was a bit late on the update! I was a little busy! Anyways, what do you think is going to happen?! :o Too bad I'm leaving you with a cliffhanger! Pweaaasseeeee comment/vote/fan! Thank you to all of my dedicated Moments Like This readers/fans! I love you people. xx
