the baby project | harry styles

Chapter 6 - A Pain in the Arse

A few weeks had went by already, and the two were inseparable. Also Cheryl had taken a pregnancy test days ago, and it came back positive. Their efforts were successful, and Cheryl was definitely going to have Harry's baby.

There Harry was, fast asleep in his bed just like any other morning, although he felt like something was quite different. His emerald-green eyes fluttered open, peering to the spot Cheryl was supposed to be, but alas, she was not.

Suddenly, he heard a huge thud in his bathroom, making him spring out of bed instantly. His heart skipped as he dashed toward the bathroom door, throwing it open. And there Cheryl was, puking up the whole dinner Harry had prepared for her from the previous night. Harry watched in horror for a split second, soon realizing that he'd better help.

"Cheryl, it's okay. I'm here." Harry stood beside her, holding her brown hair out of her face so it wouldn't become a smelly mess.

Once she was finished, she glanced up at the curly haired lad, wiping her mouth with a rag that had been tossed to the tiled flooring. She sighed, "I'm okay now. I think it was just morning sickness."

Harry held out his huge hands and helped her to her feet, picked her up bridal-style and returned back to bed. She let out a small giggle when he layed her down, and he joined in, "So I guess you're pregnant for sure now then huh?" He chuckled deeply and sat down next to her. She rested her pretty head on his broad shoulder and sighed yet again.

"Would you do something for me?" She asked innocently, which Harry thought was the most adorable thing. He thought everything she did was cute.

He smirked, "Sure sweetheart. Anything you want." Harry nodded slightly, mostly to himself. It would be good for him to do things for her; mostly because he really didn't want to see her throw up again. It made him queasy and concerned, and he didn't like to see her in so much discomfort. You could say that he even felt a little guilty. If Harry wouldn't have gotten her pregnant, then she wouldn't be in this state of morning sickness. But he just wanted her to be happy. Plus he wanted to be a good boyfriend by doing what she wanted.

"Could you stop by the market for me?"

"Of course. What do you want me to get you?"

"I need one more pregnancy test just to double check myself. I just want to make sure it's not virus or anything. And now that I've thought about it, I'm really want some pickles and chocolate ice cream." She gleamed, gazing up into his eyes.

"You have to be pregnant. You just got done puking, and you already have strange cravings." Harry chortled sarcastically, then kissed her forehead softly. "But anything for you, love. I'm on it. I'll be back in ten or so."

Cheryl lifted her head so that Harry could stand, "I love you, Curly." She smiled up at him, quickly burying herself under the white, fluffy blankets. Harry smiled back sweetly with a look in his eyes, throwing on a white T-Shirt, "I love you more, Cheryl."

He tugged on his boots, shoved his phone into his pocket and strolled out of the bedroom with the shut of the door. He turned around to walk to his car, but all of a sudden he almost jumped out of his skin. Harry faced Louis, and he had a busted, bleeding lip and a black eye. Harry gasped, immediately flashing the older lad a look of concern.

"Oh my God. What the hell happened to you?!" Harry asked, letting his eyes widen. Louis just laughed slyly.

"First, tell me about the girl." Louis sneered, forcing Harry's throat to close up after another lump formed. He swallowed hard and his hands started to sweat. He knew that the older lad would tease him, but if he wanted to know what happened to Louis then he had to come clean and tell him about her.

"She's my girlfriend. Now tell me what the fuck happened to you." Harry tried to push away the Cheryl subject, but Louis being Louis wasn't going to let it slip away that easily.

"Ah I see. You've just done the dirty." Louis chuckled with an evil smirk, causing Harry to roll his eyes impatiently.

"Louis," He said through clenched teeth, "Tell me what happened."

"I got the shit beat out of me okay?!" Louis raised his voice at Harry as he tried to turn away, but Harry stopped him.

"Who did it?" Harry pressed on, his voice aching concern. He had an idea of who beat up Louis, and he was praying that it wasn't the guy he had in mind.

"Hell if I know. I didn't ask his name." The older lad shrugged, "I walked up to the dude, thinking it was you, but I soon learned that it wasn't." Louis said a little sarcastically as Harry's heart almost leaped out of his chest and out of his mouth.

Harrison. It had to be Harrison because the two looked so much alike. Cheryl even said he was ill-tempered and abusive—there was no doubt in Harry's mind that Harrison beat up Louis. And Harry didn't like that at all.

"Look, I have to take care of some things, but why don't you go meet my girlfriend? I'm sure you two will like each other." Harry fake-smiled and pushed passed the older lad without another word. He walked toward the living room and snatched his leather jacket from the coat-rack. He tugged open the front door, and stepped outside onto the bricked sidewalk.

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Once Harry got to the tiny mart just around the corner, he waltzed right on inside. He picked out a pregnancy test and then headed for the dill pickles and then the chocolate ice cream. When he finally had all the things Cheryl wanted, he strolled to the check-out center.

All of a sudden, Harry's heart pounded heavily as he watched his clone enter the store. It was Harrison, and it seemed like he was trying to hunt Harry down.

Harry shielded his face with the pregnancy tests, hoping that Harrison wouldn't notice him, but it was quite hard to accomplish because they looked so similar.

He peered up from the box that was currently hiding his face, looking for Harrison, but he had suddenly disappeared. Harry glanced around himself alertedly, heart beating in his ears. He peeked behind himself, and sure enough, there Harrison stood.

"Oh hey Harry." Harrison greeted innocently, forcing Harry to turn and greet him back. Harry smiled fakely for the second time and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. He had placed the items on the counter so that the woman behind the counter could ring them up.

"Harrison right?" Harry asked as Harrison nodded slightly.

"Yeah. Listen. I know what you're doing, and I don't like it." Harrison clenched a fist full of Harry's white T-Shirt and pulled him closer. Harry swallowed hard, his eyes a little fuller than they normally were. "And that slut Cheryl better not be pregnant or she'll end up looking exactly like Louis. Maybe even worse."

"You stay away from her." Harry fought back through his teeth as he tore away from Harrison's strong grip.

"You'd better watch your back Harry. Because I'll be watching." Harrison snickered evily as he stormed out of the store.

Harry glanced at the woman's face who worked the counter, "Should I call the police?"

Harry shook his head no, "Thank you though. I'm sure he won't do anything." He lied through his teeth, but what could the cops do at this point? Harrison was already gone. Plus, it definitely wouldn't be good publicity for him and Cheryl.

She shrugged as Harry paid for the three things, snatching up the bag. He waved nicely to the cashier and exited the small mart, starting his journey toward what he called home.

Harrison is going to be a pain in the arse.

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A/N: Hopefully by this chapter it's getting interesting for you. And if it's not, I apologize. Please vote and comment if you do like it though because it means the world to me. I love writing, and every time I see that one of you lovelies commented or voted: it just makes my day. I love you all so much. Thank you for being amazing.