Isabelle's P.O.V

Tanya slid past us without another look. Kate nudged me, gesturing for me to go forward, and leaned in, whispered, “Are you alright Belle? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” I managed to choke out as I laid the items on the counter. I paid, and quickly accepted the lingerie, and Kate and I strutted out of the store. She was her usual bubbly self, whereas I was sporting wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

What the hell was Tanya doing here? Harry had told me that he’d hooked up with her a while ago, back in Holmes Chapel, but I’d already assumed that. He’d been a player before, but he wasn’t now, I was certain of that.

But why was she here? We’d run into her in that small little coffee shop back when we’d flown to Holmes Chapel to visit Harry’s family. The fact that she was now in the same city that Harry and I were in put me on edge for some reason. And I didn’t like this feeling at all. I could only pray that I didn’t run into her again.

Kate drove us home, and I announced that I was going to Harry’s flat for a bit. She nodded, and I called my wonderful boyfriend’s cell.

The phone rang twice before I heard someone pick up. A moment later, Harry’s raspy voice was heard. “Belle?”

I smiled subconsciously. Have you ever been so in love that just hearing that person’s voice made you all giddy? Well, that was me.

“Hi,” I said, “What are you doing?”

He sighed, “Nothing much. Wishing you could be here.” I smiled even wider, biting my bottom lip, as I made my way upstairs and flopped onto my bed, “Well, how about I come over?” I asked, knowing that he’d accept.

He chuckled, “I’ll be waiting. I love you.”

“I love you too Harry,” I said softly, and then I hung up. I stood, quickly changing into something a bit more presentable. I think leggings and a green-knit sweater would do the trick.

I was yelling good-bye to Kate and out the door before anyone could stop me. I grabbed the keys from inside my jacket, and revved the engine of our car, before speeding off. It only took a few minutes to get to Harry’s house, but it felt like an eternity.

I rang the doorbell, bouncing on the balls of my feet. Harry opened it, a wide smile crossing his face as he took me in.

“You look beautiful,” he said, and I smiled up at him, gripping his shoulder with one hand and standing on tiptoe, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He led me inside, into the living room, where Louis and Eleanor were cuddled up against each other a bowl of popcorn resting in Louis’ lap, watching Jersey Shore.

“Hi guys,” I waved slightly. Eleanor turned and smiled at me, but Louis just shooed me away, shoving his hand into the popcorn bowl and pigging out, “Shh! Isabelle darling, I love you, but I need to see what happens to Snooki!”

I giggled and Harry wound an arm around my waist and I leaned back into him. He guided me over to the loveseat that Elounor weren’t occupying and sat down, pulling me into his lap. I glanced at the television, watching for a few moments but eventually curling my lip in distaste. Instead, I turned my attention to Harry.

“So,” I said quietly, “I saw Tanya today.”

Harry was watching the screen with interest, but as soon as I mentioned her name, his vision snapped back to me, his eyes widening. “Really?” he asked loudly, “Where?”

Louis shushed him, and he cringed.

“Where?” he asked again, his voice lower now.

I didn’t want to tell him, but I’d brought it up. I blushed as I said, only in a whisper, “At a lingerie shop.”

The corners of Harry’s mouth curved up into a teasing smirk. He took my hand, “I don’t give a flying shit about Tanya, baby. I love you, and that’s all that matters. We’ve only known each other five weeks—yes, I’ve been counting—but I love you. Don’t worry about her.”

His little speech made me feel better, and my shoulders dropped slightly. Huh, I didn’t even realise that they’d been hunched. I smiled at him, and leaned over to kiss him, “Thank you,” I whispered, and he happily kissed me back, pecking my lips ever so gently.

When we pulled back, he smiled mischievously at me, “Now, let’s talk about the reason why you were in a lingerie shop.”

I blushed lightly and turned away. He just grinned and chuckled. “Shut up,” I muttered, and he shifted, causing me to find a more secure position in his lap. He pressed a kiss to my temple, “I love you,” he murmured, and I smiled.

***

“Do you guys want me to fix you something to eat?” Eleanor stood from the couch after an hour of watching (what seemed to be) endless Jersey shore. Harry and Louis nodded, and I stood.

“I’ll help you,” I offered, and she smiled sweetly at me. I returned it and stepped over the fallen pieces of popcorn that Louis’ had thrown at the screen in a rage, screaming, “Fuck you Snooki! Fuck you!”

I accompanied El into the kitchen, and she got to work, pulling out a large glass bowl and apples, pears, bananas and grapes from the fridge. “Fruit salad,” she explained to me as my eyebrows rose in a silent question. I nodded, and then pulled out two knives, handing one to El so that we could commence cutting the produce.

“So,” she said, picking an apple up and angling the knife, “What’s going on with you and Harry?” The question caught me a bit off-guard. I didn’t know that there even was anything going on at the moment.

“Things are good,” I nodded to emphasize my point and began peeling a banana and chopping into little pieces. The thought of the banana made me smile. Harry liked bananas.

“How about you and Lou?” I asked, not wanting to seem impolite.

“Things are good,” she sighed, and then smiled dreamily, “Really good.” The look in her eyes got kind of far away-ish, and I nudged her arm lightly with my elbow.

“What’s up?” I asked, smiling lightly. I hoped that someday I’d have that look in my eyes.

“If I tell you,” her voice and her look became serious, “You have to swear not to tell a soul. Not even Perrie knows.” I’d never seen El look this stern before, so I knew that this must’ve been pretty big for her.

“Of course,” I replied solemnly.

“Well,” she set her knife down, and leaned in towards me, “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” I shrieked, my voice high.

“Everything alright in there?” I heard Harry call out. “It’s fine!” I yelled back, and then I turned to Eleanor, whispering hurriedly, wanting to know everything, every little detail that she could possibly remember, “When did you find out? How far along are you? Oh, my God! I’m so happy for you!”

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug that she returned. She squeezed me tightly, giggling.

“I found out about a week ago. I’m about two weeks along. My period was a few days late, and I know that that’s not much to go on, but I bought a few tests just to make sure. And they were positive.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. “El, you’re going to be a great mother!” I said quietly, and she beamed at me.

“Wait,” I said, “Louis does know, right?”

Her face fell. She shook her head, some of her hair falling into her eyes. Shit, I hit a nerve.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I stuttered, picking my knife back up and awkwardly resuming cutting the fruit. I finished with the banana and poured the cut-up pieces into the bowl, picking up a pear and beginning on that.

“Don’t be!” El said, forcing a smile. She sighed, and for the first time, actually looked stressed, “I mean, I wanted to tell him. I’m just scared. I don’t know how he’ll take it. I don’t want him to leave me.”

“He’s not going to leave you,” I assured her, glancing up at her, “He loves you so much. He’ll probably be ecstatic, knowing him.”

She smiled lightly, but then her mouth curved down into a frown, “I don’t know Isabelle. Things aren’t the same. I feel as though we’ve grown apart lately.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned, pursing my lips. She shrugged, “I can’t explain it. Things just feel more…distant, I guess.” I nodded empathetically, feeling bad for her.

“Well,” I said slowly, deciding to look on the positive side, which usually wasn’t something I excelled at, “Maybe this is just what you need. Maybe this baby could bring you guys closer, like how things were before.”

El thought about it before smiling a tiny smile. I could tell that she was thinking about a life that included her, Louis, and their baby. The thought of that made me smile too. She nodded once, “Maybe you’re right. I think I’m going to tell him soon, at the right time. I just need to prep up the courage first.” She giggled and I nodded.

“I’m really happy for you El,” I told her sincerely, and we hugged again. Just then, Louis walked in, holding the now-empty bowl of buttery popcorn. When he saw us locked in an embrace, he froze, his fingers stuck in his lips, no doubt licking off all of the excess butter.

“Whoa,” he said, “What’s going on in here?”

Eleanor and I broke apart, giggling madly. “Nothing dear,” she said, smiling sweetly at her boyfriend. We resumed cutting the fruit as Louis set down the popcorn bowl and walked back into the living room, muttering about how weird girls were. El and I laughed and smiled knowingly at each other.

“Thanks Belle,” she said sweetly, shooting me a grateful smile.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“No problem,” I smiled, “You’ll make a wonderful mom.”

We finished preparing the fruit salad and went back into the living room to greet our wonderful boyfriends.

Notes

BOOM! Bet you didn't expect that! Yay, El's pregnant! I've just noticed that in a lot of stories the main girl always gets pregnant, so I wanted to shake things up a bit. I'm not insulting anyone though, we all write what we want to write! :)

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