♔Irreversible♕
twenty one
Mellie’s POV
I was sad when I woke up the next day. Harry had already gone to work and I had to be at a shoot around 5pm until whenever we finished. We had to shoot this music video for NBC. I got there and I was honestly a zombie. They would tell me what to do and I’d do it, no questioned asked. If they would have told me to jump off a bridge, I would have. This was the last thing we had to do before we got to have a break for the holiday.
I got home around 3:45am. Harry was passed out on the couch. He had ordered food for me and left it on the counter.
“Baby.” I said, lightly rubbing his arm.
He quickly jumped away and pushed me back. I fell to the ground with a thud.
“Mel! I’m so sorry!” he yelled, quickly rushing to my side.
“Get off of me.” I shouted, pushing him away.
I quickly stood up and rubbed my sore hands.
“I”m going to bed.”
I pushed past him and ran upstairs. Harry had been really sweet and caring since we had gotten home but I just wasn’t in the mood for anything. The next week consisted of Harry waking up way before me, going to work and returning late at night only to go to bed. The holiday season was extremely busy for his company.
Oh me? I stayed in bed pretty much everyday. I had left once to go Christmas shopping but regretted that because I couldn’t go anywhere without someone following me. I had caught some sort of stomach flu because I constantly felt sick and would throw up at least twice a day.
We had a photographer come and take our holiday picture.
“Move closer together.” he gestured.
Harry placed his hand on my hip, causing me to jump. His touch was foreign and it bothered me. After all the pictures were taken, I hurried away from him. I could tell that it bothered him but it bothered me even more.
It was really strange because some days I just wanted to be held but others I didn’t want to be touched. There were a few nights where I would wake up and I would have to go make myself something to eat because I was so hungry and couldn’t wait till morning. Something was definitely wrong with me.
Christmas Eve Night
“Hello babe.” Harry said, kissing my temple and setting a dozen roses on the counter.
I flinched at his touch. He brushed it off and continued on.
“So how was your day? What did you do?
“It was fine. I slept, wrapped presents and threw up.” I quickly replied.
“Okay.” he started in an angry tone.
He backed away from me and crossed his arms.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” I shot back, refusing to turn to him.
I was stirring some rice dish in a sauce pan. I finished and put the finished meal on a plate.
“Did you make me something to eat?” he questioned.
“No? Why would I?
I took a bite of food and instantly regretted it. I spit it out into a napkin.
“You can have this. I don’t want it anymore.”
“Something is definitely wrong.” he asked, bothering me even more.
Out of nowhere I burst into tears.
“What? Why are you crying?” asked Harry, pulling me in for a hug.
“I don’t know. I can’t help it.” I shrugged.
He looked at me with wide eyes. I was so emotional and tired and hungry at the same time.
“You just need to sleep this off and you’ll wake up tomorrow feeling better.”
He left my food where it was and helped me up to bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out of it.
Christmas Day
Harry had invited Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall to come out for Christmas, along with Nat. They had arrived around 6pm and we had a huge dinner. I couldn’t keep much down but I do admit, I was feeling a little bit better.
“Time for gifts!” said Nat in an exciting tone.
We all sat around the tree, which had been decorated by a designer, and exchanged presents.
“Open this one!” Nat squealed, handing me a large box.
I quickly pulled the paper off and opened the box. It was a black leather backpack that I said I wanted a few weeks ago. I almost started crying but held back the tears.
I exchanged gifts with Nat, she opened a new pair of heels, a couple items of clothing and a new makeup pallet. I gave Harry a new watch and a couple new shirts. Between Harry and Nat, I had gotten so many random gifts that I had lost track.
“Last one.” Niall said, pulling a tiny box from under the tree. “To Mel.”
He tossed it my way. I carefully undid the ribbon and pulled the top off the shiny box. Inside was a single key.
“What is this?”
“Mercedes G63 V8 Biturbo AMG, in black of course.” Harry replied, smiling.
I gave Harry a million thank you kisses. Nat was super jealous and wanted to take a ride in it as soon as it was delivered.
The guys went into the study to have a drink or two while Nat and I sat on the couch below the library.
“So, what’s up?” she bugged.
I paused for a minute.
“Nat… I’m late.” I confessed.
“W-what do you mean by ‘late’?”
“You know what I mean.” I replied, crossing my arms.
“Have you taken a test?” she pried, moving closer.
“I didn’t know if I should or not. I thought I was just being irregular but it’s been almost a week.”
Her face lit up.
“Let’s go buy a test!” she shrieked. “I might be an aunt!”
“This is scary! What if I am?”
“You’ll take it day by day and deal with it. I’m sure Harry will be happy!” she replied, jumping up and down.
We quickly grabbed our coats and rushed to the nearest 24 hour pharmacy, right down the block. I stayed in the car as Nat made the purchase. We rushed home and I quickly took the tests.
“I’m not going to look at it until everyone leaves.”
“Oh come on! That’s not fair!” complained Nat.
“It’s also not fair that Harry finds out second when it’s his baby. After I tell Harry, I’ll call you.”
An hour later, everyone cleared out. Nat reminded me to call her and not to chicken out. I had to look at the test and tell Harry the results. I waited until Harry was laying in bed, watching tv. I made sure to leave an empty box from the pregnancy test on the bed so that he would find it.
“Um… Melody, what’s this?” he yelled.
I slowly emerged and stood in the doorway of the bathroom.
“This is a prank right? The guys put you up to this.” he laughed.
I kept a straight face to show I was serious.
“Wow, you’re serious.” he replied, sitting up.
I kept quiet and looked at my feet.
“Oh my fucking god Mel, are you pregnant?” he shouted in an angry tone.
I was sad when I woke up the next day. Harry had already gone to work and I had to be at a shoot around 5pm until whenever we finished. We had to shoot this music video for NBC. I got there and I was honestly a zombie. They would tell me what to do and I’d do it, no questioned asked. If they would have told me to jump off a bridge, I would have. This was the last thing we had to do before we got to have a break for the holiday.
I got home around 3:45am. Harry was passed out on the couch. He had ordered food for me and left it on the counter.
“Baby.” I said, lightly rubbing his arm.
He quickly jumped away and pushed me back. I fell to the ground with a thud.
“Mel! I’m so sorry!” he yelled, quickly rushing to my side.
“Get off of me.” I shouted, pushing him away.
I quickly stood up and rubbed my sore hands.
“I”m going to bed.”
I pushed past him and ran upstairs. Harry had been really sweet and caring since we had gotten home but I just wasn’t in the mood for anything. The next week consisted of Harry waking up way before me, going to work and returning late at night only to go to bed. The holiday season was extremely busy for his company.
Oh me? I stayed in bed pretty much everyday. I had left once to go Christmas shopping but regretted that because I couldn’t go anywhere without someone following me. I had caught some sort of stomach flu because I constantly felt sick and would throw up at least twice a day.
We had a photographer come and take our holiday picture.
“Move closer together.” he gestured.
Harry placed his hand on my hip, causing me to jump. His touch was foreign and it bothered me. After all the pictures were taken, I hurried away from him. I could tell that it bothered him but it bothered me even more.
It was really strange because some days I just wanted to be held but others I didn’t want to be touched. There were a few nights where I would wake up and I would have to go make myself something to eat because I was so hungry and couldn’t wait till morning. Something was definitely wrong with me.
Christmas Eve Night
“Hello babe.” Harry said, kissing my temple and setting a dozen roses on the counter.
I flinched at his touch. He brushed it off and continued on.
“So how was your day? What did you do?
“It was fine. I slept, wrapped presents and threw up.” I quickly replied.
“Okay.” he started in an angry tone.
He backed away from me and crossed his arms.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” I shot back, refusing to turn to him.
I was stirring some rice dish in a sauce pan. I finished and put the finished meal on a plate.
“Did you make me something to eat?” he questioned.
“No? Why would I?
I took a bite of food and instantly regretted it. I spit it out into a napkin.
“You can have this. I don’t want it anymore.”
“Something is definitely wrong.” he asked, bothering me even more.
Out of nowhere I burst into tears.
“What? Why are you crying?” asked Harry, pulling me in for a hug.
“I don’t know. I can’t help it.” I shrugged.
He looked at me with wide eyes. I was so emotional and tired and hungry at the same time.
“You just need to sleep this off and you’ll wake up tomorrow feeling better.”
He left my food where it was and helped me up to bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out of it.
Christmas Day
Harry had invited Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall to come out for Christmas, along with Nat. They had arrived around 6pm and we had a huge dinner. I couldn’t keep much down but I do admit, I was feeling a little bit better.
“Time for gifts!” said Nat in an exciting tone.
We all sat around the tree, which had been decorated by a designer, and exchanged presents.
“Open this one!” Nat squealed, handing me a large box.
I quickly pulled the paper off and opened the box. It was a black leather backpack that I said I wanted a few weeks ago. I almost started crying but held back the tears.
I exchanged gifts with Nat, she opened a new pair of heels, a couple items of clothing and a new makeup pallet. I gave Harry a new watch and a couple new shirts. Between Harry and Nat, I had gotten so many random gifts that I had lost track.
“Last one.” Niall said, pulling a tiny box from under the tree. “To Mel.”
He tossed it my way. I carefully undid the ribbon and pulled the top off the shiny box. Inside was a single key.
“What is this?”
“Mercedes G63 V8 Biturbo AMG, in black of course.” Harry replied, smiling.
I gave Harry a million thank you kisses. Nat was super jealous and wanted to take a ride in it as soon as it was delivered.
The guys went into the study to have a drink or two while Nat and I sat on the couch below the library.
“So, what’s up?” she bugged.
I paused for a minute.
“Nat… I’m late.” I confessed.
“W-what do you mean by ‘late’?”
“You know what I mean.” I replied, crossing my arms.
“Have you taken a test?” she pried, moving closer.
“I didn’t know if I should or not. I thought I was just being irregular but it’s been almost a week.”
Her face lit up.
“Let’s go buy a test!” she shrieked. “I might be an aunt!”
“This is scary! What if I am?”
“You’ll take it day by day and deal with it. I’m sure Harry will be happy!” she replied, jumping up and down.
We quickly grabbed our coats and rushed to the nearest 24 hour pharmacy, right down the block. I stayed in the car as Nat made the purchase. We rushed home and I quickly took the tests.
“I’m not going to look at it until everyone leaves.”
“Oh come on! That’s not fair!” complained Nat.
“It’s also not fair that Harry finds out second when it’s his baby. After I tell Harry, I’ll call you.”
An hour later, everyone cleared out. Nat reminded me to call her and not to chicken out. I had to look at the test and tell Harry the results. I waited until Harry was laying in bed, watching tv. I made sure to leave an empty box from the pregnancy test on the bed so that he would find it.
“Um… Melody, what’s this?” he yelled.
I slowly emerged and stood in the doorway of the bathroom.
“This is a prank right? The guys put you up to this.” he laughed.
I kept a straight face to show I was serious.
“Wow, you’re serious.” he replied, sitting up.
I kept quiet and looked at my feet.
“Oh my fucking god Mel, are you pregnant?” he shouted in an angry tone.
Notes
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6/26/16