"okay well maybe i dont wanna wear it" he looked at with confusion and shock. and i laughed "i dont wanna wear it, i don't deserve stuff like that" i finished with a giggle.
"babygirl cmon wear it, please? you see we'll be matching and then we'll match with plenty of other things" he was standing over me on his knees and i was with my legs folded and my arms crossed.
i pouted cause he knew the names would get me "i cant" he didn't say anything just stared at me and i giggled grabbing it from him and he smiled.
he helped me put it on. "youre so beautiful" he murmured and i smiled stuffing my face in his chests and pulled him down with me.
"did you know that i haven't had sex in a week and im going crazy" i said and he laughed loudly leaning up and looking down at me.
"baby what if you're pregnant but you dont get the morning sickness thing" running his fingers through his hair. my heart dropped and it finally hit me.
and i put my hands on my belly, looking up at harry "could i really be pregnant?" i asked quietly feeling his hands go over mine.
"do you wanna schedule an appointment?" he asked getting up.
"yeah can we do that, then maybe i can get on birth control" i said and he shook his head.
"no baby as much as i dont like having to pull out all the time and wearing condoms, i dont want you on birth control" he said pacing around the room.
and i brung my legs to my chest. what if he really doesn't wanna be a father, would he leave me if im pregnant? what would his fans say? his mom? my mom??? oh my god.
"harry, relax" i murmured getting out of bed and walking over to him i wrapped my arms around his waist looking up at him. "if im really pregnant, dont you think that we'll be fine?" i asked and he didn't answer until after he hugged me.
"yeah i know we'll be fine" he kissed my forehead "im just not ready" i nodded understanding because i knew i wasn't ready either.
we scheduled for an appointment on monday at 2:30. harry had ordered take out and i missed ed alot, we had dropped him off at my grandparents house 2 weeks ago.
"will you be sad if im pregnant?" i asked drinking my drink, he smiled and shook his head.
"no, i'll be more relived"
"i thought that blow job helped" i joked causing us to laugh.
"would you cry?" i asked and he nodded walking around the counter to me.
"of course, there's a mini you growing inside of you" he said so adorably putting his hands under my shirt running them over my belly and up my back causing me to shriek cause of his cold rings. leaning on my tiptoes to kiss him.
pecking them some more "fuck, i love you" he breathed out. i nodded quickly kissing him.
"i love you moree"
"is sex good for the baby?" he asked squeezing my butt and i giggled "there isn't a baby yet its a little bean at the most" i informed him.
"fuck, i wanna make love to you right here" and we've never done that before on a counter. i moaned kissing him as he lifted me onto the counter and stood between my legs.
kissing down my neck "shit" i whispered pulling his shirt "w-we cant do this o-on the counter" i told him and he only continued pulling my sweater over my head, leaving me in my sports bra.
i closed my eyes letting my head fall back "fuckk" whined quietly "you're taking so long" i huffed and he stopped and quickly pulled my shorts and underwear off at the same time.
i was in shock, like in complete shock. looking at him his eyes were a darker shade of green now, lust.
opening my legs making me lay back. arching my back as i felt him lick a stride up my folds, his warm tongue was everything.
"oh my gosh...harry" i moaned leaning up on my elbow and using my right hand to rub my clit.
