Harry and Greta (One Direction Fanfic)

Harry and Greta: Chapter 17

Chapter 17

GRETA'S P.O.V.

How could a person love so much in another? And how could Harry love so much about me? I was nothing special. I wasn't amazing, unlike him. I wasn't that pretty, I wasn't that appealing to others. I didn't understand how he could love me? All knew was that I loved him...

I wasn't sure if he was just saying that because he felt obligated to. Maybe because I was carrying his child he felt like he had to love me. I hope that wasn't the case. But what if he genuinely loves me? That's what I have settled for. He is just plain in love. And that's the way it should be. Sometimes I used to wonder if he felt the same way about me. I would wonder of everything I did drove him crazy, or if my touch was everything he wanted. But after his speech, after his romantic rant, and after all of this...I think he did...

I knew I did...

"You up again?" his deep, soft voice startled me.

I just smiled and looked up at him. I pecked his lips, "Yep..." I sighed.

"Did you have a good sleep?" he asked smirking. Why was he smirking?

"Yeah..." said confused because he was smiling weirdly.

"You know you slept talked again..." I knew what that meant. I was talking about the baby.

"Again?" I asked.

He nodded, "But you weren't talking about the baby..." He said, still with that suspicious smirk, "You..." he laughed to himself, "You were saying some pretty dirty things..."

I got up to a very stiff sitting position and covered my mouth in shock, "No!"

He nodded, laughing, giggling, "Yeah... Some pretty dirty things... That involved me... And things that I don't want to repeat... But they sure were sexy..." he grinned at me.

I tried to think back to why I was saying things like that. Then it all came back to me. My dream was fresh in my mind and I remembered what I had said... I went red, "Sorry..." I apologized, "I... Uh... I just had... Um... A really sexual dream... Um..."

I just laughed at me and leaned in for a kiss. "It's okay... I've had many sexual dreams about you.."

I smiled, "Good..." and kissed him again.

We lay there and waited until, one, we were ready to talk, and two, we were ready to move...

We loved just sitting. Actually we do it quite a lot. Like a lot a lot. Anyway, his company was all I needed...

We decided to get up and go into the living room, and like every morning, the boys were already up and we would just slump ourselves on the couch in the same position as always. "Morning..." Harry and I said in sync.

"Morning..." everyone else said.

They were still I'm shock, eyeing us out, probably thinking that this can't be possible...

Zayn looked at me, "So are you actually pregnant?"

I gave him an 'are you crazy' look, "YES!"

"So you're not lying to us, or playing a horrible joke?" he asked, still uneasy.

"No! I. Am. Actually. Pregnant. O. K. !!!" I said harshly. I hated that word now. I didn't want to say it anymore.

"Okay sorry..." Zayn mumbled.

Liam sat himself next to Harry and placed a comforting hand on his back. He was really helping Harry though this. I was trying to be there for him as much as I could but at the same time I had to wrap my own head around it, and vice versa. So Liam was really helping Harry through it all, and he needed it. Liam was the perfect person for that.