the baby project | harry styles

Chapter 11 - Romeo and Juliet

The next morning, Harry's emerald-green eyes fluttered open to see a vacant spot where Cheryl should've been. His heart leaped into his throat when he hear unpleasant noises of something splashing into water rapidly—vomit to be exact. Harry tore his bare body away from the warm bed and made a run for the bathroom. He tugged open the bathroom door, and sure enough, there Cheryl was, dry heaving over the toilet.

Harry quickly snatched a hair tie from the sink and started pulling her brown hair back. He always hated seeing Cheryl in this kind of position, mostly because he couldn't help but hold himself accountable for it. The last thing young Harry wanted to make Cheryl do was vomit or dry heave.

Once Cheryl was finished up-chucking all of her fluids, Harry wet a rag from the sink and pressed it gently to her forehead. She was very pale; which told him that something was wrong. He stared at her with concerning eyes as she tried to stand.

"Are you alright, love?" Harry spoke, voice shaky. She glanced up at him and slightly nodded as she held out her hand for him to help her up. Being a born gentleman, he took her hand and helped her stand, but suddenly she lost balance. Before she could topple over, Harry grabbed her by the waist, making sure not to press to hard on her delicate stomach.

"I- I-" Cheryl started to speak, "I'm scared Harry."

Harry picked her up, bridal style, and carried her back to bed. Harry was scared too, if not frightened. He didn't know what was happening, and neither did she. "Do you want me to call for an ambulance?" He suggested, but she didn't think that it was a good idea.

"No. I'll be okay. I just need to rest." Cheryl said nervously, not very confident in her answer. She started adjusting herself under the covers, giving Harry a small gesture to come back to bed. "It's way too early to be up. I'm sorry if I woke you."

"No, no, no. You needed my help. It's okay babe." Harry wrapped his long, comforting arms around her body and planted a warm kiss into her forehead as he began to rub her stomach soothingly.

"I love you." Cheryl's weak voice croaked, making Harry feel like curling up into a ball and tossing himself into a trash bin.

"I love you more." Harry replied without hesitation, closing his eyes to go back to sleep. After all, it was really early—five in the morning.

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The second time he woke up, he heard the alarm clock going off louder than loud. He squinted at the clock and hastily hit the 'off' button. Once that was done, he turned and faced Cheryl whose eyes were as bright as a full moon and as beautiful and vibrant as the sun. She had a cute, little smile on her lips, forcing Harry to smile back as well. How could he resist that smile anyway?

"Morning beautiful." He greeted in his tired, raspy British accent that Cheryl absolutely loved. Her smile increased in length as she went in to give him a kiss on his cherry-red, plump lips. "How do you feel?"

"I feel much better, but my back hurts like a bitch." Cheryl chuckled and sat up slowly on her forearm, head in her hand.

"Well I guess we'd better get up then. Our appointment is at eight-thirty which is in an hour." Harry grinned and stood up from the bed, yanking down the blankets so that she wouldn't be tempted to go back to sleep.

"Can you make me some breakfast Romeo?" Cheryl joked, chucking a small pillow at him.

"Scrambled or fried Juliet?" Harry remarked with a cheeky, dimpled smirk.

"Usually I prefer scrambled, but I'm craving fried." She stood and strolled to the mirror as Harry waited in the doorway. "It's like the baby is telling me what it wants."

Harry laughed, finally ending the flirting and strolling to the kitchen. He grabbed the things necessary for cooking and then got to work.

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All the bacon was devoured, but there was still a little more eggs left when they were both done eating. All in one hours time, they were done with everything. Both were dressed—Harry in his classic, plain black T-shirt, classic, plain black skinny jeans, and boots with a headband around his curly locks—Cheryl in a grey sweater and leggings with combat boots.

"You ready?" Harry asked as he watched Cheryl grab her purse from the end table that was next to the sofa. She nodded. "Let's get going then."

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"Welcome back, Miss Brookes!" The doctor greeted with a big, welcoming smile as Harry chuckled lowly. "I see you've brought Harry this time."

"Yes sir." Cheryl giggled and plopped herself on the little table without having to be told. Harry was already confused.

"So are you experiencing any problems with the pregnancy?" Asked the doctor as he got out his stethoscopes. He checked her pulse as she remained quiet until he was finished.

"Actually yes. I've been having morning sickness and rubbish back aches more and more. Is that normal? Because it kind of seems like it's worsening." Cheryl informed getting straight to the point, and she was telling the truth. Her morning sickness is more frequent, Harry thought to himself.

"It's perfectly normal to experience such as your pregnancy advances. So it's really nothing to be worried about. But if you're bleeding down there, that's when you need to be worried." The doctor says, writing down a few things on a clipboard. "So Harry. Are you looking forward to be being a father?"

Harry perked his head up and smiled immediately, "Of course."

The doctor laughed, "That's good to hear, because your baby is perfectly healthy. And you're eight weeks. Still in that first trimester." He glanced from Harry to Cheryl. "Is there anything else you are having problems with?"

"Nope. Everything else is going wonderfully." Cheryl gleamed and chained her hand to Harry's. The curly haired lad smiled down at her as she smiled back.

"Well that's it. Let me know if something's wrong later. I will help you guys." The doctor said and opened up the door that separated the room from the hallway and exit.

"Thank you Dr. Kinlester." Cheryl said with a goodbye wave as did Harry.

And with that, the doctor shut the door. "That was fast." Harry chuckled and reattached his hand to her's.

Cheryl laughed, "Yeah. He really gets down to business."

"So what do you want to do now?" Harry smiled at her as his stomach started developing butterflies, which was usual. You'd think that he wouldn't get nervous around her anymore, being around her for so long.

"I want to go home, and cuddle with you. There's a Family Guy marathon today." Cheryl smirked up at Harry, him being the taller one.

"You know me too well."

"Yep, because you're my Romeo."

"And you're my Juliet."

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A/N: Hey guys. POV's are soon to come so it will be easier to understand how they see everything. They are both a little different - opinion wise. But you have seen most of Harry's view, so I will be changing it up a little by using Cheryl's POV and the other lads POV. Alright guys. Keep those reads, comments, and votes up! Love you all! Thank you! x