Small Bump

*This is the sequel to I Knew You Were Trouble, this won't make sense to you if you haven't read it yet* Ella's now seven months pregnant and Harry's always on edge, making sure that she's never upset. In a way, Ella can't wait for Emily to arrive so that she'd no longer be the centre of attention. But will everything change for the better when Emily arrives, or will it just cause even more problems?
So much has changed in five months and a lot more is about to. She doesn't realise how much the boys mean to her until they all start acting differently. Is this all because of her Small Bump?
Credit for cover - Stalkerish


12. Little Things

Ella's P.O.V

It was moments like these that made me realise how unappreciative I am of the little things in life.

"Harry, please don't," I giggled.

"Come on babe, just one picture," He grinned.

"I promise you can take one when I haven't got cake on my face, just please Harry," I looked over at him, hands covered over my face.

It was a time before Emily was born, just before we found out I was pregnant actually. Zayn was staying with us so he had company while Perrie was away and me and Harry practically annoyed the hell out of him. 

"But you just look so good, babe," He smirked and I felt an arm wrap around my waist.

"I know I'm so beautiful and everything but put that camera away," I sarcastically laughed, relaxing slightly into his chest.

Unable to stop myself, I looked up at him and he clicked down the button, completely happy with himself.

"Harryyyyy," I pouted, "Why did you do that?"

"As I said, you're just too sexy to resist," He winked as I rolled my eyes.

"I still can't believe you put cake on my face," I huffed, sitting on the couch next to Zayn after washing my face.

"Well, believe it, babe," He smirked again and slung an arm loosely over my shoulder.

"Ugh, you two make me sick," Zayn pretended to gag.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr ImTrappedInTheHoneymoonPhase," I scoffed and he glared at me, beginning our playful friendship.


"Hey, I came over to- babe, what happened?" He asked as he took in what he could see.

My hair was piled on top of my head, I had bloodshot eyes and I was in sweats and one of his old jumpers. Even back in the early days I love wearing his clothes, just as much as he loved seeing me in them.

"Well it all started a couple of days ago when.." I babbled on for about two minutes before Harry stopped me.

"So you're on your period? Come on then, let's get your better and on the mend," He smiled, shutting the door behind him an engulfing me in his arms.

He stayed the night with me, not letting the heat of the hot water bottle that was constantly placed on my stomach phase him. The next morning, he got the boys to come over and they helped me to get the smile back on my face and the colour in my cheeks.

That was the moment when I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, grow old with him. It was the first time he'd seen me like this and it showed that he really did care and he was here for the long run. He always makes me feel better; regardless of whether we are thousands of miles apart, we bring out the best in each other.

"Happy birthday, baby," Harry sounded almost cat like as he whispered into my ear.

"Morning, Haz," I mumbled, tired after a restless nights at night.

"Breakfast then, birthday girl," He smiled, presenting me with a plate with a mocha frappe, hash brown and a sausage McMuffin.

"Thanks, babe," I replied, sitting up and taking a sip of the drink.

"I'll be right back," He told me an left the room, leaving me to eat my McDonalds breakfast.

I'd finished the food and a quarter of the drink by the time he came back and handed me a book.

Flipping through the pages, a huge grin formed onto my face and I glanced up at Harry.

"You made this?" I asked and he nodded.

"Gemma helped and so did your sister but it was mainly me," he answered.

"Thank you, a lot. I'm glad you didn't go all out and spend loads of money on me," I pulled him in for a hug, pressing a kiss to the spot under his ear, where he liked it most.

"It's still the morning, baby. Get dressed, we're meeting everyone in an hour," He told me.

"I told my mum I'd go down to see her so she could give me my presents," I bit my lip, looking up at him.

"Already sorted. We'll meet everyone now for shopping, then we'll go see your mum and after we will spend the night with the guys," He informed, smirking for being one step ahead of me.


'Attention whore'... 'Slut'... 'Worthless'... Another tear fell down my cheek as I scrolled through my twitter feed, reading through the endless hate I was receiving. I moved my finger to rub it under my eye and I heard a sigh from behind me. Harry's head rested on my shoulder and his arms snaked around my waist, shutting down the top of the laptop.

"Don't listen to them please, baby," He whispered, doing his best to comfort me in the tight space of his tour bus bunk bed.

"You're none of those things and I know loads of people who agree with me. Please stop believing all of this lies, you're better than them."

I shifted the laptop to the end of the bunk and reopened it, getting ready to delete the tweets but instead got met with a new one.

*@zaynmalik1d: saying that @Ella_Thorpe is an attention whore or any of those things is a load of bull. For starters, the other night when we were out all together, she spent most of her time dodging all the cameras. She's too good to listen to people like you.*

"And that's him putting his thought across lightly," Harry chuckled as I rested my head into his chest, while he sent a tweet from my phone.

*@Ella_Thorpe: @zaynmalik1d thanks for sticking up for her, mate. She really needed it - H x*

"I love you," He spoke.

"I love you, too," I smiled and leaned to press a quick kiss on his lips.


"Ella," Harry whined.

I clicked his phone off, pausing 'his' follow spree momentarily and putting it down on the coffee table. Pushing myself off the couch, I grasped my hot chocolate between my fingers and walked into our room. I find him laid flat on his back on the floor with his eyes closed in defeat and a full suitcase next to him. 

"Yeah?" I asked as his eyes shot open at my presence.

I set my tea down on the dresser and walked towards his horizontal figure. When I was close enough, his hands wrapped around my ankles and I stopped in my tracks.

"Help me," He sighed.

"What do you need?" I laughed, curious to find the start of my boyfriend's troubles.

He immediately jumps up and grabbed my hands.

"Right, can you sit here, yep that's good," He spoke as he guided me over to sit on the massive overflowing suitcase, "Perfect, just don't move now, babe."

"Harry Styles, is this a dig at my weight? Getting me in here just to flatten your stupid suitcase?" I questioned defensively.

"No, no of course not. I only needed a little of wait and to be perfectly honest, you're barely doing anything," He was quick to reply as he met my eyes briefly, "I just couldn't sit on it and zip it up at the same time. I needed my favourite little sidekick."

"What so you have other sidekicks that I don't know about?" I raised my eyebrows but smiled a little at his comment. 

"Maybe, it's a secret," He winked and bent my legs, crossing them for me.

He crouched down on his knees and bent over to zip it up; his collar bones were directly in front of me. I stared at them affectionately before placing a quick peck to each one, watching as he angled his head down to look at me. A grin spread across his face, his mouth slightly agape. When the zip came close to the front, his fingers expertly began pushing in loose corners of fabrics. My eyes widened slightly as I spot a familiar shirt and I push his hands away.

"Wait!" I shouted suddenly and pulled at the shirt so that it was between my fingers.

Harry looked confused but I paid no attention as I spread the black and red flannel over my lap, smiling timidly up at him. 

"You can continue now," I told him as he finished his job.

"Um, babe.. why'd you take that out?" He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Because I like it. It's soft and smells like you, and I like it," I shrugged, speaking quietly.

Whenever I put his clothes on, I always found a sense of security no matter how cliche it sounded, it was true. It had almost become an addiction, wearing his clothes. I wore them all the time when we were alone together, around the house, taking a quick trip to the shop down the road. It usually consisted of a pair of my sweats or leggings and one of his tops or hoodies. Sometimes, just to amuse him, I'd wear one of his bandanas in my hair which I thought looked awful but he loved. I'd always use the excuse of being cold but he'd see right through me and just shake his head, a smile evident on his face. 

"I'd by lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to the Skype where you'll be wearing my flannel," He smiled, and helped me off the suitcase, pulling me in for the beginning of many goodbye kisses.


It'd been a really rough day from fans and paps and I was relieved to finally be towards the door to my home. I went to meet Perrie for lunch but I was so distracted with Harry being away that she had to keep pulling me away from my daydreams. My thoughts were filled with wonder - of where he was, what he was doing, who he was with, if he had the same things running around his mind about me.. he basically rarely left your mind for two seconds. Especially since it was months since I could last hold him in my arms and here him say 'I love you'. I missed him shouting a hello when I came home and I even missed the loud commotion from whenever the boys were round. 

I stumbled up the last steps to my house, wanting to do nothing but curl up and read the new Mortal Instruments book I'd just purchased from the store. I struggled with the keys, trying to balance the book and scolding hot chocolate in one arm, only to discover it was already unlocked. Sceptical of what or who would be waiting for me, I eased the door open and walked a few steps into the house, shutting the door.

"Babe! You're home!" Harry shouted as I looked at him sitting on the lounge floor, catching my breath.

Without thinking, I could only drop what I was holding and bolt towards him. I crashed into his body on the floor, ignoring the drops of coffee that was burning my forefinger. Just as he suspected, his most-used blazer hang loose over my shoulders.

"I missed you so much," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"I missed you too, babe," He replied, pressing a kiss onto my neck, "And I know you're hungry, let's go eat."

"Wait a minute," I held my hand up and ran over to the front door, pulling the painful Jeffrey Campbell's and slipping my feet into my now worn-out white Converse.

I moved the book onto the nearby small table and pulled my coffee into grasp.

"Let's go," I grinned, clutching onto his hand as we walked out the door.

"Now, before you can say no, you're coming back on tour with me."

That was the first time he'd been on tour, and he still manages to surprise me in a new way each time he comes home early for a few days. It was nice to know that I was the first person he'd come to when he was home, and I still was.

I sat down onto the couch, my regular hot chocolate placed on the floor in front of me as I put my hair into a top knot bun with the black band that was wrapped around my wrist. Kicking off my Converse, I thought back to the stressful day of classes I'd had earlier that day and let out a sigh. Harry was out recording at the studio followed by an interview with a signing after that so I decided to pass some time by watching TV. The minute I found a show I liked, the door opened and closed. I looked up and watched as Harry threw his brown leather jacket on the kitchen counter, shuffling around the fridge. 

"Hey, Haz," I smiled as his eyes met mine.

"How was class?" He asked, his eyes lighting up as he instantly returned a grin.

"It was alright, boring.. but how about you, how was your day?" I asked as he leant over the back of the couch to kiss my cheek lightly.

"Busy, tiring. But I'm just glad I'm home with you," He grinned again half-heartedly, causing my cheeks to flush one shade darker.

"Come here," I beckoned him over.

He knew exactly what that meant and shuffled his shoes off his feet and laid down on the sofa, his head in my lap.

"Just relax, babe," I told him softly, his emerald green eyes disappearing beneath his eye lids as my hands moved towards his temples.

They moved up into his chocolate brown curls, twirling them through and occasionally tangling them in a few strands.

"Feel alright?" I asked.

"Mmm," Harry mumbled and smirked.

He continued to annoyingly smile as I bent down to press my lips onto his own, giggling slightly as his eyelids shot open to look up at me.

"Sorry, couldn't help it," I grinned, causing his dimples to pop out.

"Don't be sorry," He smirked again and sat up, pulling me in by the back of my head and bringing our lips together quickly.

He sat up fully and pulled me onto his lap, putting one of his hands onto my right cheek while his thumb traced light circles along my blushed skin. As my fingers tangled themselves once again in his hair, his lips moved to my neck instead. I pulled away and his forehead came to rest against yours.

"Is this what's gonna happen every time I give you a head massage?" I laughed, raising my eyebrows.

"If you want it too," He smiled cheekily, moving in for yet another kiss


I was laid across the couch, watching an old movie that had come onto the channel I was on when Harry came into the room.

"What are you doing?" He asked, staring at me.

"Watching TV. What did you think I was doing?" I laugh, smiling up at him. 

Noticing he didn't smile back and had left the room, I jumped up from my position and followed him.

"Harry? Something wrong?" I asked and he whipped open our bedroom door.

"Ella, it's Liam's birthday party in half an hour and you're not even dressed!"

"Hold on," I held up my hand and walked into the room.

Harry watched I pulled off my leggings and his jumper, finding a suitable dress that I could squeeze into. I let my messy bun out, brushing out the knots and putting it into a bun that was tidier; I put on some foundation, mascara and a hint of blusher as well as slipping into a pair of heels.

"Haz, I'm so sorry but I'm ready now. And we've got ten minutes to spare so let's go," I kiss him on the cheek and grab his hand.

"It's in your favour that I had a good view of you getting changed," He smirked and I rolled my eyes, glad that he was no longer mad. 

That was the first time of many that Harry encountered with my forgetfulness. He always let me know he was angry but it was a matter of minutes before he would forgive me. Even if we were usually late to every event we attended, there was still plenty of excuses we can use to cover up.

"What a nice day for the beach," Harry pulls his sunglasses back over his eyes and watches as I laid down onto the towel I'd put down across the sand.

"Styles, please tell me those aren't the sunglasses that have had several trips down the toilet," I looked at him through my own sunglasses.

"Why did you even ask?" He grinned, nodding his head, "But I washed them so it's all good."

"I'm definitely keeping mine away from you," I rolled my eyes, tilting my bottle of water up to meet my lips.

"Well, obviously because, somehow yours are real and mine aren't," He pouted playfully.

"That's just 'cause I'm daddy's favourite daughter," I smirked.

"Excuse me, that position was taken long before you were born," Danielle glared and threw her magazine at me.

"Yeah, but then my adorable face came along and stole it away from you," I retorted.

"Personally, I think I'm the favourite. I just have that affect on people," Sam argued.

"Who invited you into this conversation?" Danielle asked, reading my mind completely. 

"I hold the power of continuing the Thorpe family into the next generation," He concluded, sitting at the foot of my towel. 

Me and Danielle fell silent, Liam and Harry laughing at our defeat.

"Harry, do my back for me?" I asked after a few attempts.

He nodded and took the bottle of sunscreen from my hands, squeezing some onto his large hands and rubbing it into my back in slow circles - feeling his hands start to stray from my back, I spoke up.

"Hey, mister. We're in a public beach, I'm not gonna get sunburn there," I swatted his hands away and he smirked, pressing a kiss to a random spot on my shoulder.

"Let's go play," Harry stood up, taking me with him as he jumped around like a five year old.

Sand flew everywhere as me and Harry ran towards the sea shore, our hands clasped firmly together. We didn't stop as the tide came in further and ran straight in, squirming from the sudden contact of cold water. When we were a good length in, Harry's arms came around my waist as he pulled me towards him.

"The things I do for you," I laughed and looked up at him.

He scoffed and leaned down to kiss me but I twisted my face so that his puckered lips hit my cheek.

"Forget the cameras, babe," He mumbled.

"They're right there, Haz, it's hardly easy to just act as if they aren't," I sighed. "What did you drag me out here for then?"

"To do this," A smirk flashed over his face before water came splashing up and blurring my vision.

"Styles, you did not do that," I narrowed my eyes.

"Oh, but I did," He grinned.

That was the first time I'd been to the beach and actually enjoyed it after a twist in heart during childhood. Harry kept proving me that, with him, I could enjoy anything and everything and we were coming closer and closer each day. Liam and my sister dating meant that we would do many things together as a four, more trips to the beach included. It would often include my brother tagging along too but that gave Harry a distraction so he wasn't fussing over me all the time. And Harry and Liam were psyched that one day in the near future, they would be properly related. 

"I remember that day," Harry came and sat down behind me on the floor, "Who took that picture though?"

"Either my sister or Liam. It was amazing," I smiled.

"Yeah, it was," He nodded and pressed a kiss to my forehead, helping me search through the photos that held many memories.

I turned the tap off after brushing my teeth and dabbed the corners of my mouth with a towel, beginning to put a fish plait in my hair. Once it was finished, I fastened a black band at the end and I climbed into the covers next to a boxer-clad Harry. 

"I have a radio interview tomorrow so I have to leave early, but I'll try not to wake you up," He smiled, using his arm to bring me closer to him.

"I've got early classes anyway so I'll more than likely be up before you," I laughed.

"You're like my own personal alarm clock," He chuckled, a grin forming on both of our faces.

"I do try," I laughed.

I leant up to flick the light off before Harry pulled me back down, making slow circles in my back with his thumb. Grabbing my phone, I opened up snapchat and accidentally took a picture of mine and Harry's hands twirled together. I smiled and saved the picture to my camera roll before checking the snap my sister had sent me.


"Haz, Harryyy," I whined, continuing to repeat his name and started poking him.

"What?" He groaned, slowly opening his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"I'm craving... ice cream and pancakes," I looked at him.

"It's all in the fridge," He mumbled, letting his eyes droop shut again.

"No, there's no ice cream. Pleeease can you go and get me some?" I begged.

He sat up and looked at the clock. "Ice cream at two in the morning?"

"It's not me. The baby wants it," I looked up at him with my best puppy dog face, playing the baby card that he just couldn't say no to.

Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes and kissing his forehead before climbing out of bed. 

"Anything else you want?" He asked, pulling on a pair of jeans and a random t-shirt.

"Hmm, lucozade," I laid back into the covers as he stepped into his old Converse, lacing them up quickly.

"Babe, if you want any sleep, it's not really a good idea to have energy drinks at the time of morning."

"Not for now. Please, Harry, please?" I batted my eyelashes.

"I'll be back in fifteen," He laughed, kissing my forehead and leaving the room.

"Thank you!" I shouted.

I got out of bed and turned the lamp on, walking downstairs in my underwear and Harry's shirt. As I searched through the cupboards, I managed to find the chocolate pancake mix I'd brought and a saucepan. I added milk to the mixture before pouring a fifth of the contents into the pan, putting it on top of the oven, twisting the knob to get the small flames started.

By the time Harry was back, the two pancakes were finished and were in a bowl, ready for the ice cream to be added. 

"Cookies and cream, chocolate and vanilla," He smiled, putting them on the table in front of me.

"I'll have the cookies and cream then," I proceeded to open the tub as Harry grabbed a fork from a drawer.

I spooned some ice cream onto one side of the pancake before folding the other side over the top so it looked slightly like a sandwich. 

"Mmm, this is so good," I whispered, bringing the spoon to my mouth.

Harry tried to get a bit on his fork for himself but I quickly slapped his hand away.

"Baby's food," I warned.

"Fine, I'll make my own then," He groaned.

"I'll have some more if you're doing them," I giggled, ignoring his eye roll.

The next morning, I found Harry's strop from the previous night and read through the many tweets, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

*@Harry_Styles: @Ella_Thorpe 'Baby's food. You can't have any' :( x*

That started off many hashtags on Twitter, not a single one failing to make me smile.




"How do you know it's a girl?" Gemma asked, narrowing her eyes at Harry.

"I just have a feeling," He confidently answered.

"Well, it could be a boy because.. Ella thinks it's a boy," She quickly blurts.

I giggled at the siblings quarrelling as they both looked over at me, seated on the couch opposite them.

"Baby, you think it's a girl, don't you?" Harry asked sweetly.

"Just wait and see, Harry," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Ha. So she doesn't think it's a girl," Gemma smirked happily.

They were completely ignoring the Skype they'd set up to their mum back in England while we were travelling around Europe. 

"She does agree with me she just doesn't want to admit it or take sides," Harry argued.

"Yeah, it's definitely a girl," My sister nodded from her place on the floor.

"Aw, but wouldn't a little boy be so cute?" Perrie cooed.

"You should tell them now," Louis whispered in my ear as we laid sat on the sofa together, amused at the conversation in front of us.

"I like watching them argue. It's entertaining," I whispered.

"How about now?" He asked, preparing to pester me until I told everyone the news.

"She's a girl," I announced, "Me and Lou went to the ultrasound and found out this morning."

"But you told me I could come with you," Harry pouted.

"You were too busy telling everyone about her," I laughed.


Harry's P.O.V

"Baby, you did amazing," Harry grinned, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Harry, would you like to hold your daughter? I can help Ella get dressed and back into bed," The midwife smiled.

I just nodded eagerly and gently took my little girl. Whilst she was being transferred to my arms, she began to cry and, even though I was so used to looking after Tom, my mind became a blank screen. 

Noticing my worried expression, the midwife spoke up. "Comfort her, Harry; hold her close and speak to her, just so that she knows your there."

"Shh, Emily, it's alright, don't cry," I whispered.

Seeing the beautiful little girl in my arms, it made me realise how lucky I was to have my little family. 

"Everything's okay, Em. Daddy's here," I soothed when she began crying again, rubbing light circles onto the back of her hand as she clasped my forefinger in her hand.

"Haz," Ella called and I looked over at her. 

I smiled when I saw her all tucked up in bed, her eyelids slightly drooping from being tired. 

"Let's get you to mummy, yeah? I bet she wants a cuddle," I chuckled and walked over to the hospital bed. 

I sat on the bed with one leg hanging off as Ella scooted closer to me, taking Emily into her arms.

"We love you, Angel," She cooed and I pressed a kiss to her temple.

"My two favourite girls," I smiled as Emily came running in, falling into our laps.

"Daddy," Emily giggled and poked one of his dimples lightly. 

"I love you both so much," I hug them both close

"I love you too," Ella laughed.

"Wuv you," Emily looked up at us.

"We're here!" Niall shouted from the other room and Emily got up and ran towards the door.

"Watch out for the step," I warned.

She didn't listen and tripped over the step but Niall was there to steady her.

"Why does she love him more than us?" I whispered into Ella's ear.

"I'm sure she doesn't, don't be jealous, babe," She laughed in response, "He'll be there to help you fend off the boys."

"That only makes me feel slightly better," I laughed, kissing the back of her head.

"Get up of the floor and do something!" Louis laughed, running into the room and jumping on us.

"God, Lou. You're not bloody thirteen anymore," Ella groaned, pushing him off her.

"I'm only as old as I feel I am," He retorted, sitting down next to us.

"No, mate, you're twenty two," I rolled my eyes, tapping his shoulder.

"Shh, stop reminding me," He grumbled, covering his ears, "Anyways, what are you doing?"

"Sorting through some old photos," She answered, holding up a few.

"It's me!" He yelled, grabbing one of the photos.

"You have to be quiet, Ella's asleep upstairs," I told the boys, Danielle, Perrie and Eleanor.

I lead them into the lounge where Emily was in her moses basket, wriggling around and wide awake.

"Aww, she's so cute," Niall cooed and they all ran over to her.

"Harry, please let me cuddle her first," Danielle looked up at me.

"Yes, Danielle, you can hold her," Ella spoke from the doorway.

All of our heads snapped to look at her as she smiled, using the doorway to support her so she didn't completely fall over. Emily was scooped into Danielle's arms and then she moved to the sofa with Perrie and El following her. I walked over to the doorway and Ella continued to smile warmly up at me.

"I thought you were sleeping," I sighed, wrapping an arm around her.

"I woke up and I didn't want to stay in bed so I came down," She explained.

She was glowing, she always had a little spark about her during pregnancy but she was actually glowing with happiness.

"Did they wake you up? I can get them to go if they're making too much noise," I rambled.

"No, it's fine. I woke up because I was hungry, not the noise. Let them stay, your mum, Gemma and my parents have already seen her so they probably feel left out."

"Do you need me to make you something to eat? I can rustle something up quickly."

"Harry, just stop worrying a second. I'll get something in a bit."

"You're glowing, babe," I grinned.

"I feel like I am," She replied, leaning up on her tiptoes to press her lips onto mine.


Author's Message:

I wanted to do this chapter to give a quick preview to what the edited version will be like. Some characters will change in the next book and it will probably be more detailed but it's basically like a little look back on the past.

Hope you like it :)

- mrshs_19

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