Gotta Be You (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 12

"oo! What about this?!" Jas yelled from the other side of the maternity section on the store. I swear, she was more excited about this shopping trip than a child on Christmas eve. I continued to search the rack of shirts and smirked slightly at how childlike she was right now. "Alli! Are you even listening to me!?" I heard the click of her high heals coming closer and closer, but I continued searching for some decent shirts and some pants that I would actually be able to wear. "I found stuff!" oh great, she was next to me. I turned to face her and saw a huge stack of shirts and pants in her arms.

"Obviously I don't need to pick anything out..." I mumbled.

"Of course you don't! When you got a Jas, that's all you'll ever need! Now you go try on all this beautiful items I picked out for you!" she began to push me towards the dressing rooms and I decided not to bother fighting her on it. I've known the girl for about ten years, and in that time I'be learned never to fight with her while shopping.

"okay! Okay! I'm going to try everything on..." I entered the tiny room and quickly stripped out of my shirt and slipped on the first blouse I saw. "You two the reason why I'm getting all these new clothes..." I patted my slowly growing belly and looked at

myself in to mirror. My stomach was actually getting bigger at an outrageous rate, but I was still sorta small, that obviously won't last long.

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Well I can't say that the shopping trip wasn't not successful... I basically purchased everything that Jas said to buy. I mean I bought EVERYTHING that she forced onto me. The whole trip I received "Guuurl! You be fine!" and "That Alli fuckah wont be able to keep his hands off of you!" So as you can tell, very very successful.

We were on our way back to the house when she pulled out her phone and quickly put it away, probably trying to unsuccessfully hide from me that she knew something that I didn't. For some crazy reason the ride was silent, something that she never was.

Finally we pulled into the driveway and I parked it in the usual spot in the garage and then turned it off. Jas was out the car in record timing and had every single bag in her hands, and it was quite hilarious watching her run with so many bags. I wouldn't be surprised if she tripped a few times.

I slowly got out of the car and went into the house behind her.

"Jas! Where are you?" I yelled through the house.

"Your room! We have some stuff to do!!!"

"That sounds dirty!" I yelled back to her and surprisingly I didn't receive a smart ass remark. I entered my room and every single light was turned on and every article of clothing that I owned was thrown around the room. "Oh my god! What are you doing!?" she shrugged.

"helping you get ready."

"For what?"

"Patience is a virtue," she paused and looked intently at me, "Now get over here and lemme do your hair and make up."

"Fine..." I trudged over to where she was and instantly she began to tug at my hair withl a brush, taming it only to curl into perfect ringlets. After the curls were done, she ran her fingers through my hair and quickly put it into a messy but yet beautiful 'up do.' I watched as she added a small black bow somewhere and then add a bit of hairspray to keep the style.

"Can you please tell me why you're doing this?"

"nu-uh," was her only response. I very dramatically groaned and she quickly began to put on 'my face.' I easily closed my eyes and waited for her to be done. "viola!" she proudly yelled and literally forced me to open my eyes. And when I opened them, the girl in the mirror definitely wasn't me.