my girls [ Harry Styles A.U. ]

eight

10 weeks pregnant

Harry has been calling every day at 4:00 p.m sharp. He always asked me how I was feeling if there were any news about the babies if they kicked. Obviously, they could not kick, they were only small beans. He even told me that he has bought a book about pregnancy and fatherhood. He looked so excited when he showed it to me.

I am supposed to spend the afternoon shopping with Millie and I'm so excited to see some baby clothes. I also need to buy some maternity clothes because my jeans are getting too small. I lay on the couch, watching the pasta I just cooked with disgust. I didn't know that pregnancy could make me disgusted in food. It's been two days that I haven't eaten anything. I just can't, every time I feel like I'm going to throw up. I only drink water to fill myself up. And I need to go to pee a way lot more than I used to before because 1. I'm pregnant, 2. I drink too much water.

Harry has told me multiple times to call him if anything was wrong but I don't want to bother him on tour. From where he is, he can't do anything except worry or worse fly back to London and god knows this is the last thing I want. It's no big deal, this will pass. I don't want him to disappoint his fans just because of a little thing. I throw the pasta in the trash and Millie enters the room.

"What'd you eat ?" She asks, biting in an apple.

"Pasta, I couldn't finish my plate though, I might have made too much." Lying is bad, I know, but I don't want her to worry about me either. I've read online that this was common and that many women has those weird moments during their pregnancy.

"I can't eat any more either. I just had two burgers and I'm full." She jokes, putting her hand on her stomach.

I tilt my head to the side looking down at my belly. "Can you tell that I'm pregnant now?"

"Yes, but you can go out like that no one knows the father is Harry you guys have never been seen together," Millie replies.

"Yeah, it's true. Let's go then?" I take my phone and open Twitter.

The first thing I see is a big Headline :
Harry Styles have been seen with a pregnancy book at the airport. Father soon to be? Who is the mother?

I shake my head in disbelief and laugh. How stupid of him to read his book in public. I'm not mad at him for spilling his secret, I'm laughing at him for his stupidity. The fact that he bought a book is so comforting for some reason. He truly is amazing, always trying to do anything he can to help. I send him a text with the link to the article.

To: Harry
Guess who saw you?

I add the link to the article and press send. Ten seconds later, he already texted back.

From: Harry
I'm so sorry I didn't do it on purpose. Please don't be mad.

To: Harry
I'm not mad! Why would I be ? Trust me I just laughed at the article. I can't believe you went in public with this book. Can you lend it to me when you're done with it btw?

From: Harry
Of course! I'll call you tonight.

I put my phone back in my bag and wait for Millie.
"Mills let's go!"

She arrives at the door running and we leave together. We walk to the closest subway and we take it. I know that no one knows my babies are Harry's but I can't help it and try to hide my belly. I feel like everybody is watching me. But they're not. People have a life which does not consist of creeping on pregnant women's belly to guess who the father is. We get out of the subway in the centre of London.

"Where do you want to go first?" Millie asks.

"I don't know, maybe we could see what they have at Victoria's Secret? I need new pajamas."