Knocked Up II. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 18

I hear noise in the main floor, it instantly wakes me up. I check the clock, it's already nine in the morning. Today they are bringing new furniture to the home made studio and covering the walls for the acoustics.

I stay with my head in the pillow for a few more minutes.

The days have passed and all I have done - or at least, what Harry allows me to do - is lay down. Here in the bedroom or downstairs in the couch. If he could carry me around I think he would. He doesn't even let me hold up Jack. I know I have to rest but there's still things I can do, like pouring myself a cup of tea or something, and he insists on me staying tied to the bed.

I'm thankful, don't get me wrong but I feel useless. I want to help him. Seeing him the whole day bringing me food, while also taking care of Jack, his calls, the studio and me, it's not fair. I can help.

And that's what I'm going to do even if he likes it or not. I'm fine.

I get up from the bed and dress, leaving my room to prepare myself some breakfast. I walk downstairs taking each step carefully. No one is around so I make my way to the kitchen.

It takes me no time to make scrambled eggs and toasts. I grab an orange and start the kettle to make some tea. I finally sit down with my food in front of me, just in time when I take the first bite Harry walks pass the kitchen noticing me, he steps back, walking inside.

"You're awake." He says while I chew. I take the butter and spread it on the toast. "Who made that?"

"Me." I say, taking another bite, not breaking the eye contact.

"Sienna, I told you to just wait for me, I don't want you to stand up for too long, you real-" He says but I cut him off.

"Did something happen to me in the eight minutes it took to cook this?" I say, looking at him for an answer. "No. Exactly."

"Well you're with an attitude today, aren't you?" He steps closer to me with a smile on his face. "I'm trying to take care of you."

He sits next to me, placing his hand on mine.

"I know baby. But... I'm fine. I know I have to rest but I'm starting to go nuts. Please, let me do small tasks. It's not going to hurt me." I say, almost in like a plead.

He closes his eyes, the same smile lingering on his lips.

"Small ones." He finally says, I feel like a small child that just got permission to stay up for another twenty minutes before bed.

"Thank you. I promise I'm going to be fine." I reassure him. I go forward and peck his lips, just when I do it, Julian pops his head inside the kitchen.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt you lovebirds. Harry, drums and guitars are here." He says, tapping his knuckles on the doorframe. "Oh and, heard that Jack needs a change."

"I'm coming." Harry says to him, standing up. "I'll be right back."

"Where's Jack? I can change him." I say, Harry shakes his head. "Harry."

"Okay. Alright. I tell someone to take him to you. Jeez." He says with a chuckle and with his hands up. "But finish your food first."

"Okay, dad." I say glaring at him narrowing my eyes at him.

He pulls out his tongue at me and I do the same.

Thankfully, the rest of the morning was more fun for me. He didn't let me carry Jack but he let me hang around once the studio was ready. It looks nice, it needs a touch here and there but it looks great.