baby love (h.s.)

nine

Harry had been texting me reminders about his family's brunch all weekend, but it didn't really hit me until the day of, when I was standing in front of my mirror, panic etched into my expression. I was going to meet his family—his rich, somewhat-famous family. I mean, Noor had just texted me a link to an article of his sister in The Daily Mail. It wasn't exactly hard-hitting journalism, but people knew who the Styles were.

But it wasn't just Harry's sister that I was worried about—in fact, Gemma was the least of my concerns. He'd told me that she was only a few years older than him and they were close, so I assumed that she'd be supportive, at least to my face. No, what had been keeping me up at night was the thought of meeting his parents, especially his dad. Harry himself had told me that he wasn't too pleased about the situation, and I had a feeling that was him putting it lightly.

I was second-guessing my outfit choice when my phone buzzed with a message. Sure enough, it was from Harry.

I'm outside. x

I sized my reflection up in the mirror. I was wearing a pink floral dress that ended right at the middle of my thighs. It had originally been one of my looser dresses, but it was already starting to become slightly tighter, and I grimaced at the sight. I may as well get used to it. Noor had promised me over Facetime that my outfit was cute and classy, but I was no longer sure. I didn't want to make a bad first impression by showing up late, though, so I figured there was nothing else I could do at this point. I grabbed my purse and headed out, making sure to lock the door behind me.

I could feel my stomach clenching with nerves when I spotted Harry's Mercedes waiting outside my building, looking as out of place as usual. I hesitated before opening the door, and then I gave him a small smile. "Hi."

Harry glanced up from his phone, and he blinked a few times when he saw me. "Fucking hell," he muttered. "You look beautiful, Gracie."

I blushed and tried not to duck my head at his compliment. "Oh. Thanks. I hope I'm not overdressed...or underdressed. I don't know."

He shook his head. "It's perfect." He beckoned me closer, but I hesitated, lingering at the edge of my seat. I wasn't sure what I was afraid of. He had given me an orgasm the last time we'd seen each other, not to mention the fact that I was literally carrying his child. I shouldn't have been nervous, given everything we'd done, but if anything, it only made me more nervous.

"Grace," he said in a low, seductive voice. God. The way he said my name was practically pornographic. "Come here."

I looked at him for a moment before leaning over the central console. A smile quirked at his lips at our close proximity. "You going to give me a kiss or what?"

I was acutely aware of the racing of my heart, and I wondered if he was able to hear it. The impact he had on me with a mere question was embarrassing, but judging by the darkness in his eyes, I seemed to have an impact on him as well. I bit my lip momentarily, inducing a groan from him, and I blushed. Then, I leaned in closer and dipped my lips to his cheek.

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly as he smiled at me. It did something to me, that smile. "You're such a little tease, you know that?"

I didn't think twice before pressing my lips to his. It was my first time initiating a kiss between us, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach erupting. I had only intended for it to be a short peck, but his soft hand cupping my jaw was contradicted by the way he kissed me hard, almost feverishly. We stayed there kissing in his car like a couple of teenagers, until I finally pulled away, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and something else.