14 Weeks.
Your baby can now squint, frown, grimace,and possibly suck his thumb! Thanks to brain impulses, his facial muscles are getting a workout as his tiny features form one expression after another. His kidneys are producing urine, which he releases into the amniotic fluid around him — a process he'll keep up until birth. He can grasp, too, and if you're having an ultrasound now, you may even catch him sucking his thumb.

And we did.

It's was magical and it was honestly the best five minuets I've ever experienced. Harry was on cloud nine. His face was constantly smiling, looking blissfully content.

His mother (who I apparently have met many times before, along with his older sister. Who looks exactly like Harry) was happy we were doing better. And I don't blame her. I mean I've heard the stories and I'm immensely grateful we're doing okay. And I know I don't remember her, but I can tell she's worried for us.

I'm worried for us.

The hotel in knew York was spacious and elegant, but, we could be in a shoe closet and I'd still be happy.

"This is absolutely my favorite type of weather." I split the curtains and smile as the rain hits the ground. It's great, because it's not hot, and the suns gone. And I hate the sun.

"Yeah, but there's a higher chance you'll get sick," Harry pouts and he mindlessly begins toying with the loose strings on my sweater. "Have to keep you healthy." Harry mumbles, kissing the side of my neck. I'm so healthy...that I think it's unhealthy, to be so healthy.

"Don't bring me down," I tease as I focus on the water falling from the sky. Ever since I was a child, the rain made me happy. Probably because for once the sky was crying, instead of me. It was awful to feel that way, and I was terrible, but I didn't care. The rain was just nice.

"I want to show you something." I grab Harry's hand and walk him over to the edge of the bed. I bring both of my hands up, signaling for him to stay. Harry chuckles with a small head nod. I move back slowly, because if I fell Harry would probably have a heart attack. "Ready?"

"Baby, will you jus-" Harry's voice trails off, and his eyes bulge. "It got bigger. That's incredible."

I rake my hand through my hair and let the knit sweater fall back down. "I swallowed a ball." I say.

Harry walks over, with an easy smile. He curls his hand around my waist, leaning in. "I love you." He says. His lips brushing against mine.

"Yeah, well, I am pretty great."

"And you have a killer bum." Harry teases, patting my ass to prove his point.

"You are so vile!" I shriek while running away. Harry barks out a laugh chasing behind me.

"Only for you!" He shouts behind me.

"Sto-....ow" I groan while rubbing my forehead. I look up and I really should smack that smirk right off of Zayn. But then again, I shouldn't, because it's his arms that kept me from falling.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" Harry's voice shrieks behind us. I can hear him descend towards us. But instead of Zayn releasing me, he eases me back into him, his arms hugging my lower back.

And I'm a bit surprised, that it takes me a minuet before I can get my brain working and making my arms wrap around his shoulders.

"Haven't seen you in a while." Zayn mutters against my hair.

"Yeah," it has been a while, "S'hard being pregnant."

Zayn Hums. Harry seemed to grow quiet, and then he's suddenly by my side. "Gonna let my girlfriend go anytime soon?" Harry asked amused. Zayn tightens his hold for a minuet and then sets me free.

"The lads and I miss her," Zayn shrugs, "Bring her to dinner later, yeah?" Harry looks at me. And I don't know. I haven't been out while pregnant. Fuck, the most I've done was sleep, and eat, and maybe sleep more. And honestly that's all I want to do now. I just want to sleep, and pick my little persons' (and everyone thinks it's weird that I refer to my baby as a little person. But that's what they are. They're a tiny little person. They're my little person) name, because calling them 'person' surely won't look good.

But the way Zayn is looking at Harry with an almost child like hope, that I don't think my heart can say no.

"I'd love to go to dinner." I say and Harry smiles, and nods. "If we're eating I'm there."

"I love how serious you are about eating. Reminds me of Niall." Zayn chuckles. Rubbing the back of his neck, stretching his limbs.

"I just get hungry, okay." And yes I know I'm a little emotional, but what can they expect? I was a mess before, I'm bound to be messier now.

"It's okay, baby. Everyone gets hungry." Harry coos, curling his arm around me. He nuzzles his nose against my cheek.

"Yeah, Zayn. Everyone gets hungry." I say, trying to get my point across. Zayn nods with big doe eyes. He turns his head, looking at Harry, with a sloppy smile.

"Just like old times," Zayn sighs. Harry winks and I'm confused. "Still wrapped around her finger aren't ya mate."

Harry grins, his dimples popping out. And I love his dimples. They might be the most precious things in the world. "Was there something else?" Harry asks.

"No, just wanted to see you guys, and I also, maybe promised Niall I'd get you both to come to dinner. And now that my job is done, I will see you guys there." Zayn says with an easy smile.

I hold my breath for a minuet. "We'll be there." I promise, playing with the loose string on my maroon knitt sweater.

Zayn stays quiet, but nods and begins backing out of the room. He waves and walks out, the door shutting behind him.

"Are you sure about dinner?"

"Yeah, I mean. I haven't seen the guys in while and I don't know. Zayn did promise." I shrug, rubbing my face.

"I know, but we also need to make sure you're safe, and the fans are...they're overwhelming and I don't want them to stress you out. Don't even get me started on the paparazzi. They're all pricks trying to make a quick buck." Harry says, while brushing the hair from my forehead.

"I'll be fine," I think, "Just don't leave me by myself, yeah?"

Harry gives me his 'really' look, and I still really hate that look. "You'll be lucky if I let you go to toilets by yourself."

"Awesome." I say, pecking his lips quickly.

****
Niall hugs me for approximately five hours when Harry and I meet them inside the restaurant. There was a mob of paparazzi mixed with random people, setting my nerves on a frenzy, and making Harry's arm go rigid around me. After hugging Niall for a few years, I move on to Liam, and then Zayn. And when it's Louis turn I hold on tightly, making the conscious decision to have a good night.

“It's so great to finally see you again, love," Niall says, smiling brightly.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, nodding as Harry pulls me to sit next to him. "You too," I say, and I really, really mean it.

Harry grins at me sweetly as Niall reaches across the table squeezing my hand. "You look great, love." Louis' digs his finger gently against my side while the waitress goes around the table getting drink orders. "So, how are you holding up?”

I bop my head, nursing my empty glass. And I'm kind of sad, because I really did like my coke. "Fine. Emotional? I don't know."

Louis drops his head onto my shoulder. "It'll get easier."

“Yeah, maybe,” I say a little skeptically. "You should try telling my little person that."

Louis laughs mid-swigging his beer. “Still calling it that?"

“Of course," I say, smiling. “They're my little person. It's tiny."

“Can’t argue with that,” Louis says, before abruptly pulling me into a hug. I'm not entirely sure what prompted spontaneous hugs from Louis but I go with it anyway and press my face into the warmth of Louis' neck.

It's nice.

“I’ve missed you a lot,” Louis says against my shoulder. And I know how he feels because I've missed him too, with him being gone, visiting Eleanor and his family. And with Harry not letting me leave our room. "Don’t shun me out, okay?"

“Never,” I mumble.

“Promise? I want to hear you promise, Mills."

I smile, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Yeah, yeah, I promise.”

“Good,” Louis says happily, planting a kiss on my cheek and pulling away just as Harry is finishing his conversation with Liam.

"You good?" Harry asks with hushed words.

"Yeah. It's nice being with everyone."

"It's nice being out with you, and our tiny person." And yes. Finally someone calls my baby, my little person. Yes.

“Do you think Louis' being weird with me?” Harry says suddenly. It throws me off for a moment, making me frown. I try catching Harry's gaze to try and understand something, but his eyes are drifting hazily across the table.

“Um,” I say, “no, I don’t think so. Why would he be?”

“It’s just—it doesn’t matter. Forget I said anything,” Harry says, avoiding my eyes, which is weird and confusing, because Harry only ever does that if he's sad, or embarrassed, or trying to hide something and I'm pretty sure he's not any of those. Maybe.

I open my mouth to possibly launch into some kind of semi-interrogation when I'm stopped short by Louis patting my shoulder in a rush and anything I might have asked Harry dissipates; Because Louis' looking at me with worried and hesitant eyes, his forehead lined and concerned.

“Okay, don’t freak out,” he says carefully. My stomach drops because I knew this okay feeling wouldn’t last. “But Lilly's here.”

And when my head snaps in the direction of my estranged sister, my heart drops. Because Lilly's standing there, her hand gripping the bicep of some man, who I'm assuming is her fiancé. And I know.

I'm fucked.

Completely-one hundred percent-fucked.

Notes

Doritos and hugs, my friends. Doritos and hugs.