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


9. Night Terrors

Ella's P.O.V

After dinner, we all arrived home and walked into the house. We sat down to have a cup of tea for about half an hour. Harry began coughing, trying to mask it under his breath, and sniffling quite frequently.

Looking over at him, I saw him looking down at hid hands and fiddling with them. His eyes were watery and that's when I knew that his hay fever had come back again.

"Haz, you need some sleep," I muttered into his ear and he looked over at me, smiling slightly. He hummed slightly in response.

He told his mum we were going to bed and grabbed my hand, pulling me up after you.

"You’re gonna need a glass of water," I reminded him and he changed directions.

After changing routes about five times, we finally made it upstairs where Emily was lying peacefully asleep on the bed.

"I forgot the tissues," Harry sighed sneezing again, turning around.

"I’ve got them, don’t worry," I laughed, holding a box up.

He yawned and walked over to the bed, taking off his clothes only leaving his boxers on.

"Close the door," He mumbled and I obliged slowly.

"Take these," I passed him two hay fever tablets and the glass of water.

He took both of them and I placed the empty glass back onto the bedside table. After I changed, I climbed under the covers in my underwear, Harry pulling me closer to him.

I turned on the camera of my phone and took a picture of Harry who had instantly fallen asleep.

*@Ella_Thorpe: My poor baby @Harry_Styles is suffering from hay fever, it's just that time of year again. x*


"Mornin' beautiful," Harry smiled, pausing to sneeze.

"Morning handsome," I rolled over, planting a feather-like kiss on his cheek.

"Your mum rang," He told me, moving me to lay on his chest and clasping his hands together behind my back.

"What did she want?" I asked.

"She was wondering whether or not we're coming down for Sam's birthday," He looked up at me expectantly.

"I don't know right now," I sighed.

"He is your brother, you can't ignore him forever," He pointed out as I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

"I'll go if Danielle does," I mumbled, kissing his jaw lightly.

I made a face at the newly-formed stubble and pulled away.

"You love it really," He leant in an attempt to press his lips to mine.

I shook my head and laughed, "I won't kiss you until you've shaved."

"Come in," Harry called when there was a knock on the door.

Anne walked in to the room and asked if we wanted to come shopping today.

"I'll come," I smiled.

"I think I'll pass," Harry laughed.

"Great, you can look after Tom," Gemma smirked, poking her head around the door.

Harry rolled his eyes when they closed the door and placed his full attention on me again. While my mind was elsewhere, he managed to lean in a press a kiss on my lips making me laugh.

I stood up and pulled on an ivory bandeau and a pair of distressed denim shorts. I added a white slouchy cardigan and my white converse, beginning to put on some foundation.

Hearing a loud thump followed by a loud scream, I twisted on my heel and saw Harry lifting Emily into her arms mumbling 'sorry, sorry, sorry' over and over again.

"What happened?" I asked, panicking.

He looked at me with guilt all over his face.

"She fell off the bed," He bit his lip.

I sighed and laughed at him. He came closer to me and I managed to get a good look at him for the first time this morning; he didn't look like what is shown in the magazines. As pointed out before, he had a tiny trail of light stubble and had small pimple break outs over his complexion. But that's what made him Harry, not the Harry everyone else knows, but the Harry I know and love.


Harry and Gemma were sat in front of the laptop, doing a Twitcam and goofing off; you could tell they were related, not only did they look the same and have that signature Styles smirk but they acted practically the same too. I was sat the other side of the laptop, playing with Emily and her toys while eating a bag of crisps.

It was about ten and it'd been a long day so Emily had started to drift off, her head rested on my lap as I ran my fingers aimlessly through her hair.

"Someone's tired," Harry chuckled, smiling over at me when I yawned.

I nodded in response and he threw my a blanket as I laid down on the floor, moving Emily into my arms as I curled up on the sofa. A few minutes later, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and I snuggled into his back.

"Harry, do you ever take your hands off her?" Gemma rolled her eyes and continued speaking with the fans, doing her best to ignore us.

*About an hour later*

"Baby, wake up. Harry, it's okay. I'm here," I tried to shake him awake but the shouting continued, "Harry, wake up. Please."

I shook him harder this time and it seemed to work as he opened his eyes. They were darker than usual and I saw the terror in them when he opened his mouth to speak , closing it almost instantly.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

He shook his head and I looked around, finding that we were still on the sofa.

"Wait there, I'll be back," I told him and stood up to turn the light on.

Emily was not around so I guessed that Gemma put her to bed and let us be.

"Don't leave me," Harry whimpered when I sat back down next to him.

"Harry, I'd be crazy to leave you. I'm not going anywhere," I replied and he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"I love you," He mumbled.

"I love you, too. Let's go upstairs, yeah?" I pulled away and took his hand in mine.

We tiptoed up the stairs so as to not wake anyone up, turning the light off on the way. When we walked through to Harry's old bedroom, I turned the light on and laid down on the bed; preparing myself for a long night.


"Mummy, daddy," Emily called but I just snuggled closer into Harry's chest, mumbling under my breath.

"Come here, angel," Harry cooed, lifting her into his arms and squeezing her in between us.

"I want some sleep," I complained, rolling over only to be stopped by Harry.

"Don't go back to sleep, it's almost noon," He laughed.

"But, I'm tired," I groaned, shielding my eyes from the bright sun.

"I'm sorry," He kissed my forehead and pulled me back into our 'family hug'.

"For what?" I asked, too sleepy to acknowledge what he meant.

"It's my fault your only got a couple of hours sleep."

"It's fine, Harry. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters," I smiled.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Harry called.

"Do you two want some brunch?" Anne asked, walking into the room.

"Sounds good," Harry answered.

I nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

Harry stood up and ran a hand through his hair. I did the same and pulled on Harry's white button down shirt along with a pair of pyjama shorts. The three of us walked downstairs and into the lounge, sitting down next to Gemma and Anne.

I flipped through Harry's Twitter on his phone, seeing loads of pictures of the two of us asleep. Confused, I looked at Gemma's tweet...

*@GemmaAnneStyles: Aww aren't they adorable ;)*

I rolled my eyes and commented on the picture, saving it to Harry's phone and then sending it to myself. Noticing a recent text from Louis, I decided to have some fun.

To: Louis

Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I love you xxxxxxxxxx

I stifled a laugh, waiting for a reply which came a few minutes later.

From: Louis

Mate, are you alright?

This time, I couldn't hold back my laughter and had to turn off the phone before Harry saw anything. When I was sure that his attention was elsewhere, I sent another message.

To: Louis

I'm feeling good, Eleanor is a lucky person ;)xxxxxx

From: Louis

Ella, I know it's you!

I pouted in defeat and saw Harry reading our conversations, his eyes bulging before he started laughing like I had before; I didn't reply to the last message and had no plan to, instead curling up into Harry's side, yawning for what seemed like the millionth time this morning.

"You're a strange person, y'know?" He teased.

"I don't know what you mean," I blushed, hiding my head in his chest awkwardly.

"And you're so cute when you're embarrassed," He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me.

"Stop it!" I giggled as he began to kiss almost every inch of my face, continuing to pull me closer until I was finally seated on his lap.


"We'll make dinner tonight," I offered when Anne came back from the grocery store.

"Thank you. That would be lovely," Anne smiled and I began to help her unpack the shopping bags.

"Harry!" I called and he came walking slowly into the room, his hip jutted out so he could support Emily's weight.

"Mhm," He answered, waiting for me to tell him what I needed.

"I'm gonna go put Emily in the bath, could you help your mum with the shopping bags?" I asked an he nodded, passing her over to me.

We walked upstairs and into the bathroom attached to Harry's old bedroom, running the hot tap and putting the plug in as well as adding some bubble bath. After a little while, I set her down and started undressing her, stopping the hot water and putting in some cold.

"Bath time," I sang and she giggled.

I lifted her into my arms and placed her in the bath, turning the tap off and starting the routine that had been going on ever since she could talk. Her eyebrows scrunched together and I heard footsteps before Harry entered the room, smirking when he saw me half-leaning half-falling into the bath.

"Harry, can you get the sh-" I began, turning around and seeing he already had the bottles of shampoo and body wash in his hands, "Thanks."

His smirk was still evident as he passed me the bottle and I began to rub the shampoo into Emily's tiny ringlets. Once all the soap suds had been washed out and she was covered with body wash before that was washed off, too. Finally, I lifted her out of the bath and wrapped a warm towel around her body and moving into the bedroom to dry her off. Harry dried her with the towel and I went to get her some pyjamas.

"Done," Harry grinned, holding her up and causing her to giggle again.

"Any ideas for what we could do for dinner?" I asked, standing up off the bed and putting the towel in the wash basket.

"Well, there's a really nice fish and chip shop down the road that I'm sure would suffice," He chuckled.

"Sounds like a plan," I laughed.

"Should we go get it now then? It is almost six," He suggested.

I nodded and we went down stairs to find out what everyone wanted. We left Emily behind and walked down the road to get dinner, me holding Harry's hand and his other wrapped around my waist.

"I have a surprise for tomorrow," He told me.

"You know I hate surprises. Can't you just tell me now?" I whined.


We walked into the fish and chip place and ordered the food, having to wait under five minutes and then making our way back with the food in our arms. Everyone sat down on the sofas in the lounge and made a conversation. I broke off a little bit of my chip and blew on it before feeding it to Emily and she ended up eating almost half of my dinner.


Author's Message:

I just wanted to say that Ella's twitter name in this book, that I know of, doesn't exist.

Larry moment in there somewhere ;)

- Hazzaismybaby

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