Alex's POV

(The Next Day)


I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. Normally I'd love to wake up to that, but being 13 weeks pregnant, the smell made my stomach churn.

After my bout of morning sickness was over I made my way downstairs. Harry was in the kitchen standing over the stove with his shirtless back turned towards me.

I silently walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle and rested my cheek against his back. He flinched a little at the contact.

"You scared me." He mumbled.

I turned my head and lightly kissed his back. "Sorry. It smells good though." I complimented as I ran my fingers lightly up and down the front of his body. I placed another light kiss on his back before he spoke.

"What are you doing?" He asked, holding my hands still so they couldn't explore his body anymore.

"Hugging you." I mumbled quietly.

He unwrapped my arms from him and turned around to look at me.

"I miss you." I said, feeling my throat tighten as I spoke those three words.

"I didn't go anywhere." He stated.

"I'm sorry." I blushed, and looked down at my feet.

Surprised, Harry picked me up and set me down on the counter, he spread my legs and stood between them. Taking my face in his hands so that I would look at him as he spoke "Don't you dare apologize." He was stern but I saw the love in his eyes.

"I just feel bad. I've been so cold this last month."

"Understandably so."

"I'm sor-" I caught myself before finishing my statement and bit my lip.
Harry still had my face in between his large hands. He leaned forward and I met him in the middle. The kiss was sweet and full of compassion.

I broke away sooner than I wanted, but one of my symptoms that came along with my pregnancy (besides morning sickness) was being short of breath, often. Just walking up the stairs made me feel like I had ran a marathon. Harry let go of my face and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me once more, quickly this time.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"Starved."

He smirked at me. "Good."

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Once we finished breakfast we decided that we would go out and do something today. We hadn't been out of the house together in long time, excluding the one doctors appointment Harry went to with me.

We were in our bedroom getting ready, Harry was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and I was in the closet trying to find something to wear.

"Ugh." I moaned loudly.

Harry walked into the closet. "What?" He asked, wiping his mouth off.

"I don't have any jeans that fit." I sighed and let go of the button on my pants, I had been trying for the past few minutes to button them, but they just wouldn't stay closed.

"Oh."

"This means that we're going to have to tell people soon. I'm already 13 weeks, and starting to show."

"Lemme see."

I turned to the side and pulled my shirt up so Harry could see the slight bump. I looked up at him and his eyes were lit up with joy. My heart ached with love. I loved him so much and I could see that he already loved our little baby. My heart also ached with guilt thinking back to how distant I was this past month. I was awful to him, he'd try to talk to me about little things, like the weather and I'd just blow him off. I thought it was better to keep him away so he wouldn't be hurt when we found out the results of the paternity test, but keeping him away had hurt him worse than the results ever could. This was the first time in a month that I saw a genuinely happy smile spread across his face.

He walked toward me, "Can I touch it?" He asked, motioning toward my stomach, looking slightly apprehensive.

"It's not gonna bite you."

"Yeah, but you might." He smirked. I loved that smirk, his signature "Harry" smirk.

"I promise to contain my urge." I smiled back at him.

"Good." The smirk still on his face as he reached forward and placed his giant hand on my small, slightly noticeable bump. I studied his face, he looked so young, I still wasn't able to wrap it around my brain that he was going to be a father.

"Has the baby kicked yet?"

I was pulled from my thoughts as his sparkling green eyes met my light brown ones.
"Uh. Nope not yet. I think it's too early for that."

"Oh." He sounded slightly disappointed. "When do you think we should tell people?"

"Have you told your mom yet?" I asked.

"No have you?"

"My mom was with me when I found out."

"Oh." His hand fell from my stomach.

"Sorry." I said, pulling my shirt back down over my stomach.

"Don't be. I should have known that she would know already." He turned away from me, and ran his hand across the back of his neck.

"Harry-"

He cut me off. "No, it's okay really." He turned to look at me. "But I think we should tell my family in person."

"I think so too." I agreed nervously. I didn't know how his family would react. I had only met them once, they were nice to me, but it was because they had just met me. Would they think that I got pregnant on purpose? Would they think that I was using him? "Should we tell them before or after we get the results?" I asked nervously, not sure how Harry would react.

"Before. It doesn't matter what the test says, I'm the father!" He snapped at me. I jumped a little from his harsh tone. I looked up at him, I could feel the pain running through my eyes, he must have noticed because his face paled and he spoke in a softer tone now. "Shit Alex, I'm sorry." He stepped towards me, I stepped back and turned my back to him.

"Alex?"

"I should get dressed so we can leave." I began rummaging through my clothes again. I heard him sigh, I peeked over my shoulder to see him leaving the closet with his head down.

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Once I was dressed I made my way downstairs. Harry was sitting on the couch playing with his phone.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I turned on my heel and went to grab my purse from the table next to the front door. I started to open the door when I was stopped by Harry's hand at the top of the front door.

"What did you do that for?" I asked, turning to look up at him. I never noticed how much taller he was than me before.

"I shouldn't have snapped at you like that Alex. And I-"

"It's whatever Harry." I said, cutting him off with a roll of my eyes.

"It's not "whatever" Alex, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that and I apologize, I'm not trying to make excuses for my behavior, but I'm just frustrated with you. I'm frustrated that you don't realize that I'm with you on this, till the end."

I folded my arms over my chest before answering. "I do realize that Harry, but I just think that we should tell your family after we get the results, and we should also tell them about the test. They'll probably find out about it eventually and I think that we should be the ones to tell them."

"They won't find out and we can't tell them anyways, if we do that will break my mum's heart."

I took back a step, anger running through my veins and up into my eyes. Harry noticed once again. "Shit, Alex that's not what I meant." He said, grabbing me by my upper arms.

"That's exactly what you meant." I spat, shrugging out of his grip. "Now can we go? Before I change my mind."

I turned and opened the front door, Harry following right behind me. We walked over to the car, Harry opened the door for me. "Thanks." I grumbled before Harry nodded his head and closed the door.

---

Harry and I had spent the majority of the day at the aquarium, I had originally wanted to go to the zoo but it was a bit too cold out for that. The day had been pretty peaceful, (or as peaceful as it can be when you're dating a well known musician.) we were only stopped a handful of times for pictures and as far as I know I hadn't seen any paparazzi.

Now we were at Pizza Express for dinner, we were waiting in a tense and awkward silence for our food. We ate in silence for a while before Harry broke it.

"You look really pretty today, not that you don't look good every other day, but today you just look... wow."

"Thanks." I mumbled and took another bite of my pizza.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Yep." I took a sip of my water, trying to look indifferent.

He took a bite of his pizza before speaking again.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are, but that doesn't change the way I feel."

"Did I hurt them?"

"My feelings? Yeah you did. I know you didn't mean to, but you did. You made me feel like a whore."

"That wasn't my intention."

"I know."

He was quiet again, taking a sip of his water. "Are you going to be mad at me forever?"

"Not forever." I said, looking him in the eye.

"Well then for how long."

"I don't know Harry, I can't put a time limit on how I feel."

"I don't like it when you're mad at me."

"I don't like it either, but it doesn't change the fact that I am."

"Well maybe you should stop wasting so much energy on being mad and focus on being happy."

I scoffed at him, not believing what he just said. "Yeah, let me get right on that." I rolled my eyes at him. He chuckled and I shot him a look, he had a slight smile on his face. "Stop looking at me like that!" I snapped.

"Like what?"

"Like that!" I gestured to his face. "With that stupid smile on your face. It's making it hard for me to be mad at you."

"So you forgive me?"

"I didn't say that."

"Your smile would say other wise."

I didn't notice I was smiling, but when he pointed it out I stopped immediately.

He raised his eyebrows at me. "You know, that scowl on your face is creating wrinkles on your forehead." He said smugly.

"I'm not scowling and I don't have wrinkles!"

"Please, just forgive me."

"Eventually I will, but not right now."

He frowned. "Fair enough."

I smiled at him, if a smile could be sarcastic, that's what my smile would be.

---

When we finally got home I headed straight upstairs to our bathroom. I was freezing and just wanted to take a nice warm shower and try to forget about the events of today.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

I was half way up the stairs already, so I turned and faced him. "To take a shower."

"Oh."

I know that if we weren't fighting, (well I guess we aren't technically fighting; I'm just mad at him) that he'd ask to join me. Instead he just walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.

Once in the shower my body instantly relaxed as the warm water hit my back. After being in the shower for about five minutes I got to thinking about what Harry had said at dinner. He told me to stop wasting my time being mad at him. I hated to admit it to myself, but he was right. I hated being mad at him, but if he wasn't such a smug asshole sometimes I wouldn't have to be mad at him. I thought more about how I had spent the last month being distant, and just when I was letting things get back to normal I distanced myself from him again. I knew that pushing him away was tearing him up inside even though he tried really hard to hide it, but I was it written all over his face when he was lost in thought, not noticing that I was watching him. I also got to thinking about what he said the night before about how "you can only push a person so far before they walk away." I knew that the more time I spent being mad at him the closer he was to walking away from me. My heart hurt just thinking about Harry leaving me. I wanted to be with him so badly but I was just being so stubborn.

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in one of our over-sized fluffy towels. I walked in to the bedroom, Harry was sitting on his side of the bed against the headboard writing in his journal. He glanced up at me and I looked away. I walked over to my underwear drawer, pulling some out and returned to the bathroom.

Harry's POV

I was sitting on the bed writing in my journal when I heard the shower water turn off. I continued writing, only glancing up when Alex walked into the room. She was wrapped in a towel, her long, wet, brown hair lying flat against her back. She looked over at me, but quickly diverted her eyes from my gaze. She grabbed some clothes and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

It was quiet in the bathroom for a few minutes before I heard the roar of her blow dryer. I finished writing in my journal and placed it in the drawer of my bedside table. I got up and pulled off my clothes. I threw on some plaid pajama pants and walked to the bathroom door. I knocked loudly so that Alex could hear it over the blow dryer. She opened the door, still wrapped in her towel.

"I was just going to brush my teeth."

She stepped out of my way so I could make my way to my sink, she continued to blow dry her hair, brushing it out as she did.

After I was finished brushing my teeth I stepped back into the bedroom and closed the bathroom door behind me. I sat back on my side of the bed, this time my legs dangled off the side, and my back was to the bathroom door. I heard the sink water turn on and I could tell that Alex was brushing her teeth. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through instagram, liking a picture Niall posted and another one that Nick posted. My attention was redirected when I heard Alex clearing her throat.

I turned around to look at her and my jaw dropped. She was scantily clad in a lace bra with matching black underwear. She leaned up against the door frame and looked at me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Wh- wha- what are you doing?" I asked, fumbling over my words.

She walked over me and stood between my legs. She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked down at me.

"I'm tired of being mad at you." She whispered.

I swallowed, as I felt myself getting hard at the sound of her soft voice.

"Oh." Was all I managed. She ran her hands from my shoulders down to my chest, my stomach twisted with butterflies at her touch. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

"You were right." She whispered again, "It was a waste of time." I gulped again, I resisted the urge to tell her I told you so, I think if I did, it'd ruin the moment.


Her hands moved across the front of my body, stopping at the top of my chest. She smiled at me and pushed me back, I fell back on the bed as she climbed on top of me, sitting with her legs on either side of my body.

Alex's POV

I was straddling Harry on our bed. When I was in the shower thinking about the two of us I realized how much I missed his touch. It had been just over a month since the last time we made love, and I was going to end that streak tonight if it was the last thing I did.

I bent down and left kisses along his collarbone. I felt him grow harder against my bum, at that moment Harry gripped the back of my legs and let out a moan. I wanted to take him right then and there, but I knew he wanted this just as bad as I did, if not more, so I decided I wanted to make him beg for it. I continued to kiss him, making my way up his neck and stopping just before I reached the spot below his ear. I pulled back a little a let my warm breath hover over the delicate spot. He gripped the backs of my legs harder as his hips thrusted forwards ever so slightly. He let out another moan, but that wasn't good enough. I wanted to hear him say my name, I wanted him beg and plead with my before I gave in. I wanted him to feel frustrated with me, just like I had spent the entire day frustrated with him.

I stuck the tip of my tongue out and let it slowly make its way up and down his neck. His breathing hitched and I knew I was getting to him.

He moaned again, but this time he spoke, breathlessly. "You want me to beg?" He asked quietly.

I didn't answer, I just smiled and kissed the side of his neck again where his vein was slightly popping out.

He moved his hands from the back of my legs to my bum and squeezed. I bit my lip to suppress the whimper that was trying to fall from my mouth, I wasn't going to be the one to give in, he was.

I moved my hand from his chest, between my legs and down to his growing erection. I pressed firmly, earning a gasp followed by "Fuck. Alex."

He was close, he said my name, now all he had to do was say please.

"Say it." I whispered into his neck. He moaned in response."I'm not going any further until you say it."

He let out a sigh, there was a moment of silence, but I didn't back down because I knew I could last longer than he could.

"Please." He finally whimpered.

I pulled back to look him in the eye and smiled triumphantly.

"You're such a tease." He grumbled.

"You should stop wasting your time being mad at me and just be happy." I reiterated his words from earlier to him.

A smile creeped across his face. His hands moved from my bum up to either side of my face. I placed both of my palms on his toned chest to steady myself. He pulled my face to his and kissed me, hard. The kiss we shared was full of passion and heat. He flipped us over so that now he was on top. He pulled away and opened his eyes to look at me.

"You're gonna pay for that." He whispered.

"I'd like to see you try." I replied cockily.

He chuckled at that and sat up, he pushed his knee in between my legs and leaned down over me again. He kissed up and down neck and onto my chest. His hands slipped behind my back to unclasp my bra. I arched my back to give him easier access. Once my bra was unclasped I relaxed my back. Harry slid the straps off of my arms and threw my bra behind him. I laid there bare chested. He looked down at me, his eyes full of want. He looked back up at my face.

"God, I've missed you." He said, I could see his heart beating rapidly through his bare chest.

"Have me."

"With pleasure." He smirked.

He stood up and hastily took his pajama bottoms off as well as his boxers, revealing his excitement. Once he was finished undressing himself he hooked his fingers in the sides of my underwear, I lifted my butt up giving him access to take them off effortlessly. Once they were off he hovered back over me, holding himself up on his elbows.

He kissed me on the lips once again, before turning his attention to my neck. I felt him suck my neck just below my ear, hitting that one spot that could make me come undone.

I moaned before I begged for him to please me. "Harry-" I breathed out. "Please. I'm already so close." I felt the pressure building in my stomach. "Maybe I should just make you come undone like this." He mumbled into my neck.

"Harry." I whined.

He chuckled at me before quickly positioning himself and thrusting into me hard.

I winced at the unfamiliar contact.

"Are you okay?" he asked, after noticing my expression.

"Yeah, it's just been a while."

He chuckled again.

"Please,... please move." I begged, and he obliged. Moving in and out slowly, the pressure in my stomach becoming more and more intense.

"Harry... Please,... faster."

He grunted and complied. Moving faster and faster, bringing me closer and closer to my release.

"Ugghh." I moaned.

Harry picked up the speed once again, mumbling a string of profanities as he neared his release too.

"Harry, I'm so close."

"Me too, baby."

I clenched around his member, trying to finish, but the feeling only became more intense.

"Uh, fuck." He moaned as I clenched. "Come on, baby." He moaned.

I brought my hands to his back, holding on tight as I brought my chest up to his.

"Oh God Alex, please." He begged. I tried my hardest to finish, but it just wouldn't come.

Harry picked up the pace again, sweat covering his forehead.

I wrapped my legs around his body, just as I did he hit the spot I needed him to and I came undone beneath him.

"Harry!" I screamed as I released.

"Oh God!" Harry called out, as he let himself go just seconds after me. He collapsed onto of me, gasping for air.


Once he steadied his breathing he rolled off of me and pulled me into his side and wrapped his arm around me. I rested my head on his chest and traced an outline of his butterfly tattoo.


"That was-"

"Intense." I finished his sentence for him.

"Yeah." he sighed. "That was definitely worth the wait."

"Sorry about that." I blushed.

"I'm not." I could hear the smile in his voice.

I shifted so I could look up at him, he smiled back at me.

"I love you." I said, suddenly feeling extremely shy.

"I love you." He said, still smiling.

I reached up and kissed him quickly and rested my head on his chest once again. Harry ran his fingers up and down my arm absentmindedly. I placed a small kiss to his chest, just to the left of his butterfly tattoo before falling into a deep, relaxing slumber.

Notes

Hey Guys! Let me know what you thought about this chapter! Do you think things between Harry and Alex will pick up from here? Like do you think they'll be okay!? How do you think Harry's family will react to their news?

Let me know your thoughts below :)

Random Facts!

1. I woke up at 3:30 this morning because I had to work at 5am!
2. It's currently 9:26pm as I'm typing right now, I've been working on this chapter since 4pm, I was almost finished with it, but then I hit a wrong button on my lap top and deleted the ENTIRE chapter before saving it, so then I had to retype it :(
3. I'm a little thankful that it happened because I think this chapter ended up turning out better than it originally had.
4. I got my nose pierced yesterday! (on the right side)

Question! Do you have any piercings? If so what?

I hope you enjoyed!

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-L