NIALL'S POV
"Louis I'm such an idiot. I should have known that what I was saying was hurting him. All he's done is to make me happy and make sure that I'm comfortable." I sniffled as I cried on my bestfriend's shoulder.
When I had got home, I went straight to bed and cried my eyes out at the way I had treated my husband.
Him leaving the way he left opened my eyes and I realized how hard all of this had been on him.
"He hates me. He probably hates me Louis." I said through my tears.
"No don't say that, Harry doesn't hate you and you are not an idiot. You are just pregnant and it's normal to have all these moods that you've been experiencing." Louis rubbed my back as he spoke.
I continued to cry silently and I must have cried myself to sleep.
"Harry please don't go. I promise I'll be a better husband for you." I begged and cried as I held Harry's arm.
"No Niall I'm tired of this. You've been treating me like I'm a rug that you always just step on, forgetting that I am a person who has feelings too. I'm leaving you." Harry said coldly, his voice sounded like it wasn't his.
He managed to remove my grip from his arm and picked up his suitcase then he left the room.
I wiped my tears to see a little clearly then I followed him.
"Harry please, I love you. Don't leave me. What about the baby?" I panicked at the thought of raising our baby alone.
"The baby is mine too and when it's born, I'll take the responsibility that I have to take but you and I can't be together." Harry said in finality and quickly descended the stairs.
But the time I managed to get down with the bump being an issue, he had already gotten in his car.
"Harry don't leave!" He looked at me from where I was stood on the front porch and started the car.
"Harry!"
"Harry!"
"Harry!" I opened my eyes quickly and looked around then burst into tears when I realized that it had been a dream.
A horrible dream that was far too vivid for my liking.
"I'm here baby. I'm not going anywhere." I felt arms wrap around me and at first, I thought it was a dream because Harry was mad at me but then his sweet scent filled my nostrils and I knew that it was no dream.
I turned around and was met with my handsome husband, he looked even more handsome if that was possible.
"Babe?" I called him just to be sure that I wasn't still dreaming.
He smiled and hummed.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for driving you away. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, I'm sorry for being rude, I'm sorry fo-" He cut me off with a kiss, one that I happily reacted to.
"It's okay baby, you don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. And I'm sorry too for not exercising a little bit more patience." He said but I shook my head.
It wasn't okay. "No Har, you don't have to justify anything for me. Being pregnant doesn't mean I should forget about other people's feelings and just focus on my own." I told him.
After a small argument Harry sighed and spoke up.
"Alright, I'll forgive you on one condition." He started and looked at me.
"Just name it." I answered.
"I'll forgive you if you forgive me too." He said and I smiled.
"Deal." I said and he repeated after me then we kissed and it got pretty heated.
