It's been three months now. Three months later, and hell I'm living with them. Six months pregnant, living with my boyfriend and his other bandmates. It was October twenty-seventh, which meant Halloween was about to be here. Of course, I was watching the Walking Dead in the living room, waiting for my cookies to finish in the oven. We were having a Halloween party this weekend, and since I love to cook, I took it upon myself to make all the snacks. Louis walked past the television like an ass, and I grunted. He sat down beside me and huffed, like we were about to either have a serious talk about life or he wants me to do something because he simply doesn't want to.
"Ember, our house smells like a girl," and it looks like this is going to go towards the life lesson direction.
"Louis, it smells nice," I chuckled, and he shrugged. Can't argue with a pregnant person.
"What are you going to be for Halloween?"
"A pumpkin seems suitable," I said and we both laughed. "Where's everybody else?"
"Uh, Niall and Zayn are at the bar. Liam is at Sophia's.... I don't really know where Harry is,"
"He's at his mums," I answered blankly. Harry's mum didn't know about me. The media doesn't know about me. Nobody knows about me. I appreciate that sometimes, but I think I'd also enjoy going and seeing his mum with him. Have a bond with her.
"You've only got three more months," he said, reffering to my baby. I smiled.
"Yeah, I'm excited to find out if it's a boy or a girl," Harry and I decided to not let them tell us what he/she was going to be. We haven't constructed the nursery yet, but i know that we aren't going to go with the whole blue for boy pink for girl same old same old. If i were to be a boy, his nursery would be a light grey. If it were to be a girl, hers would be cobalt blue. I remember laying on the bed Harry and I shared, the sunlight of the afternoon shining on his face. We talked about our future with the baby. He would smile at everything I said, taking amusement out of the crazy things I said.
"You guys have it pretty good," I noddedin agreeance. There was absolutely no way I could trade it for anything. "Oh, and you're cookies are done." My eyes went wide and i jumped up and ran for the oven.
"I'm home," Harry called. I smiled to myself. I missed him like crazy.
"Hey," I sighed as a tall figure walked into the living room. Niall and Louis and I were sitting on the sectional, them drinking a beer and me water. He kissed me warmly and sat next to me and slung his arm around my shoulders. I couldn't help but sense the smell of alcohol on his breath. Maybe he had just drank at his mother's. After convincing myself of that, I fell asleep in the warmth of his side.
Harry's POV: (Two hours earlier)
"You know, you're so cute I could just take you home," the blond chuckled. I just smiled, too drunk to respond. The bar smelt of old perfume and lager. She got closer, nearly on top of me, and I smiled. Ever since Ember got pregnant, she's had this weird fear that having sex would hurt the baby. That means I got cut off, and have been for about six weeks now. I loved Ember, damn did I love her, but I also loved sex. Hence why she's pregnant.
The blond wasn't half as much as Ember was, no girl was. This girl, on the other hand, wasn't pregnant. She'd forget about it the next day, and so would I. I could live happily forever with Ember, and nobody would know my night of guilty pleasure. I know I wouldn't kiss the girl the way I did Ember. I know she isn't Ember.
"Are we gonna do this or not baby, I'm getting impatient," she nibbled on my ear and I jumped up, dragging her to the exit, all the way to her car. I'd be home tonight. I know I would.
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Damn you Harry, you suck. Sorry it took so long to update, writer's block killsssss.
