Soft Side

Chapter thirty-six

Dear diary,

Today marks the eighth week of the pregnancy. This means that the baby is currently the size of a raspberry.

I sit on the sofa, curled up with my legs to the side of my body as I devoured a punnet of strawberries with ease. Louis sat beside me with his eyebrows raised at how quickly I was eating them and almost not breathing in between each mouthful. "Have you seen Becky this morning?" I say as I finish the last strawberry, pouting as i notice the empty pot. I place it beside me as he shakes his head.

"The last I saw she was in my bed" he shrugs as my eyebrows raise and my eyes widen. This caused him to quickly reword what he had previously stated. "I mean, we obviously went out last night and got too drunk and we ended up in the wrong beds" he laughs as I nod.

"Why are you texting her?" I question again. Something about this pregnancy had made me really inquisitive about what people were doing. Last night I had asked Harry why he was going to pee.

"She went to get coffee this morning and forgot to ask what I wanted" He smiled, as I nodded again, standing up and walking to the fridge to raid it for more strawberries. The best thing about pregnancy wasn't just the having a baby, but also being able to eat things you want to within moderation. My head lifted as the door of the bus opened to reveal Becky. She sported black cycling shorts and a white t-shirt tied at the front.

"Becks, why have you got Louis' t-shirt on?" I question with a raised eyebrow. Her answer threw me completely.

"I guess I must have got confused when I got dressed in the dark this morning" she shrugs, handing Louis his coffee and plopping down on the sofa opposite him. This baby brain was something else.

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"Becky! We need to go clothes shopping" I pout, walking to her area of the bunks wearing my jeans that I could no longer do up. The baby bump was now showing so none of my clothes were fitting me and keeping the pregnancy under wraps. "All I can fit into is my leggings and Harry's shirts and i'm bored of wearing them now" I huff as she laughs.

"Okay" she smiles, sliding her jeans up her own body, buttoning them up with ease at the front. "But just look at that bump!" She squeals, touching it gently with a grin.

"This is so not fair that you can wear tighter clothes" I pout as she smiles, slipping the jeans back off and pulling on her leggings and a baggy t-shirt.

"Now you aren't alone" she smiles as I grin at her, expressing how much I appreciated it. She was the best friend ever. We walked into the lounge of the bus, smiling as I grab my bag and head for the door.

"Where are you going?" Niall asks, looking up from his phone on the sofa.

"We're just going out to find some clothes because nothing fits me" I huff as Niall laughs, locking his phone.

"Take Paul with you. You can't risk being bombarded with the baby and all" He states, texting Paul who appeared inside the bus in seconds. Paul was great, giving me a massive grin when we hears that he's not only protecting Harry's girlfriend and the boys best friend, but one of their babies also. This was the first he had been told of the baby.

Paul drove the van to the centre of Dublin, parking us up as we dipped into a clothing store, smiling as Paul followed us around, genuinely giving us some advice on what would be good to hide the bump for the next few weeks. I walked to the check out, smiling at the cashier who grinned to her friend beside her on the next till, mouthing 'it's Harry's girlfriend' to her as I grabbed my card out of my purse. Thanking her and grabbing my bag, hearing her shout to her friend how it was also 'Harry's best friend'.

I laugh softly, following Becky out of the shop and into the awaiting minibus. I grinned, rummaging around the bag before pouting at the elasticated waistband on the jeans. "I'm so not looking forward to getting fat" I huff as Becky laughs, reminding me of the reason.

I was carrying Harry Styles baby.

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Harry ran to the door of the bus as soon as we walked inside, his eyes wide and full of panic as his hands fell to the small swell of bump that was forming on my stomach. "Where have you been? Is everything okay? Did Paul go? What did you buy" he questions as I hold up the bag.

"Can I answer your hundreds of interview questions now?" I tease with a smirk, flopping on the sofa, slouching. "So, I went into town to find some clothes that actually fit me now I have this" I start, gesturing to the bump. "Everything is fine and dandy, Paul did a fantastic job of protecting us both even though the only time we almost got mobbed was when the cashier in the shop recognised us" I laugh softly as Becky joins me in this. "Lastly I bought clothes for when I become even fatter and can't wear anything" I smile as I nod.

Harry pouts at me as he comes running over with cushions, "You can't sit like that, it might be bad for the baby" he smiles, placing hundreds of cushions around me as I roll my eyes, almost being lifted from the seat with the height of them. "Sorry, I'm just really nervous and feel like I need to do everything to protect you" He sighs as I smile at him, gently taking his hand into mine with a smile.

"It's okay, I'm nervous too" I say softly, looking into his eyes as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

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Harry sat beside me on the sofa, since we were the only two in the bus. "I think we should, you know" Harry smirks, turning to run his fingers up the inside of my thigh. "I mean, I'm actually really turned on right now" He continues as I groan, shaking my head.

"No Harry, I feel sick and I'm tired and I ache all over" I sigh as he pouts, telling me how I shouldn't have gone shopping.

"Now I'll have to sort myself out" he pouts, standing up and rearranging the large bulge in his jeans. "Can't have people seeing this tent" He teases as I shake my head.

"I'm going to have to invest in a subscription service for you then Styles, it's not happening during this pregnancy" I smirk as he groans, heading into the bathroom with his phone. A shout back to me was heard of 'you're no fun!' before a locking of a door was heard.

Liam walked in raising his eyebrows as the smirk on my face, receiving a simple 'don't ask' from me.