Perfect Isn't Weak

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TW// Weight 

I always like to make sure I include all trigger warnings in things because I know certain things are hard for certain people but I promised myself I'd spread good messages on this platform and creativity through my books. I don't like to romanticize issues as well, but I do like to let people know that most of the time the things they are worried about aren't that big of a deal.

 I don't want to be that one author that describes the girl in her story as so stunning, with a flat stomach, big breasts, perfect thighs, long hair because honestly screw that shit you don't need all that to be beautiful and worthy of love. 

Anyway please enjoy this chapter and make sure to comment and vote lots of love. 

SONG FOR THE CHAPTER- FINE LINE BY HARRY STYLES 

Rosie

I came back to the hospital to see Harry with countless amounts of fast food. It probably isn't the healthiest choice while being pregnant, but it also was my craving and I heard it was good to give into them sometimes.

The smell of burgers and fries and a milkshake filled my nose. My mouth began to water, I walked into Harry's hospital room and his face immediately lit up.

"Fucking finally I'm starving," he smiles and tries to push himself up the bed.

I quickly placed the food down on the couch in his hospital room and approached Harry to help him sit right.

"You know you'd think I'd be the one helping my pregnant girlfriend," he smiles as I help him up.

"Well, we've never really been typical have we?" I point out and he shrugs before lightly pecking my lips.

"I'm so hungry," I remark again and rush to the food, I hand Harry a burger and milkshake.

"Holy shit this taste like gold," he says as he chews on the burger I handed him. "I swear if I had to eat one more cup of old ass jello I was gonna lose it," he admits shaking his head as he stuffs the rest of the burger into his mouth. His cheeks filled with food, causing me to laugh a bit.

"You look cute eating," I remark before taking a bite of my burger. "This taste so good," I add munching on fries.

"You look cute eating too," he says with a mouth full of food. 

"What in the world? I need ketchup!" I groan searching the bags of fast food for ketchup packets. 

"I hate those small ass packets of ketchup," Harry rolls his eyes once I lift a few out of the bag. 

"Me too," I agree with him. 

I place the straw in my milkshake before I can take a sip of it Harry takes it out and sips my milkshake. I give him a look of shook, he just shrugs and continues to drink my milkshake.

"Harry I swear I brought you one, why are you drinking mine?" I complain. 

"Yours looked better," he remarks. 

"It looks like the same thing," I snatch my drink back and take a sip. 

"I wasn't done," he takes my drink as I'm midway of sipping it. 

"I'll break that other arm too," I joke, he makes his eyes wide continuing to sip on the drink.

"I'm. Quite. Scared. Of. You," he teases taking a sip in between every word. 

"Harry please I just want a sip," I beg. 

"Baby you can have mine," he suggests. 

"Why are you like this?" I groan grabbing the drink that was originally supposed to be his.