Today is the second day on Niall's tour. Emily is at home with Tanner for a few months. Harry and I haven't spoken since that night. Fortunately, Harry and I both have recovered fully from our injuries. Niall and I stayed together but we barely fixed our relationship. He decided it would be best if we postponed our wedding till after the tour. But that is the least of my problems. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant and I don't know whose the father. It could be anyone, Harry, Niall, Louis, or Zayn. I told myself it was Harry's. I need it to be Harry's.
Niall came into the bus laughing, Louis and Liam trailing behind him. As soon as they saw me they smiled.
"Hello darling." Niall said kissing my cheek. "What's that?"
He pointed to the journal in my hand. It had a black leather cover, the spine being so worn that almost the whole thing was covered in white creases.
"Nothing." I responded squeezing under my thigh. He shrugged his shoulders and went to the bunk area with the boys. I sighed. Niall still didn't know and I didn't want to tell him.
"Annalise? We have to leave for a meeting with Simon in an hour so you'll have to stay here." Niall hollered. I groaned.
A noise came from the bathroom. It sounded like water sloshing around and a groan. I got up and lightly knocked on the door.
"Are you alright?" I asked pressing my ear against the white door. The person groaned in response.
The door knob jiggled and Harry appeared. His eyes were droopy and his lips quivered. His curls were tangled and messy. He used the back of his hand to wipe his chin and mouth.
"I don't feel so good." He groaned taking a seat on the couch. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his forehead. It was burning hot.
"Niall! Come here!" I yelled. Almost immediately, Niall came running in, his eyes full of worry. He glance over afar Harry.
"Harry are you okay?" He questioned walking over to us. Harry grabbed his stomach in pain.
"No." He groaned curling up in a ball. His face squished together in a painful way.
Niall gave him a sympathetic look. "Maybe you should stay here. Simon will understand."
Niall's gaze then fell on me. "You can stay here with Annalise. We'll be back before eleven tonight."
Niall patted Harry's back and left.
After the boys left, me and Harry decided on watching a movie. He was laying on the recliner, a blue bucket placed at his side. I sat next to him, the only thing dividing us being silence and awkwardness. I couldn't stand the quiet. I wish he would just say something to me. Anything.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I said aggravated.
He nodded his head, not peeling his eyes off the screen.
After I came out I noticed Harry had picked up a black book and was reading it with shock. My body started to shake and I hurried and grabbed it from his hands. Harry stared up at me in astonishment.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed hugging the journal tight to my chest.
"Your pregnant." He whispered I could see tears start to form in his green eyes. "Your pregnant and you want me to be the father. You still love me."
"Please don't tell Niall." I cried kneeling down. I grabbed his hands desperately, wanting him to say something.
"I knew it." He grinned. "You do still love me. You want me to be the father, not Niall."
He squeezed my hands lightly, his thumbs caressing my knuckles.
"Harry. I don't know what to do." I sighed sitting back down on the couch. He looked over at me.
"I can't decide that for you." He chuckled shaking his hair out of his face.
I looked at him peculiarly, my eyebrows furrowing. "I'm starting to think you aren't sick Styles."
He smiled. "I'm starting to think your smarter than I thought Matthews."
Heat rushed to my cheeks at the sound of my last name. It was the only thing that reminded me that my heart still belonged to Harry.
"So," Harry sang scooting closer to me. "do you think our baby is a boy or a girl?"
I smiled. "Our" baby. I liked the sound of it.
"Well, I would love a boy. But I have a feeling it's a girl."
He smiled. "She'll be as beautiful as her mother!"
"Or as handsome as his father!" I chuckled.
"Then again, I don't think anyone will be as gorgeous as you."
I blushed and said, "The boy will never be as handsome as his father."
He blushed as well. I guess we both had a difficult time accepting compliments.
"Names?" He asked running his hand through his hair.
"Well, if a girl, I love the names Grace and Saraphina, Sara for short. Boys I like the names Harry and John."
He grinned at the sound of his name. How his smiles made my heart skip a beat.
"I like them. Harry especially." He joked pushing my shoulder a little bit.
"You would." I laughed pushing him back. He began to laugh too and soon we were both trying to catch our breath from laughing so hard. My lungs actually hurt from my hysterical laughing.
"Gosh," he chuckled hoarsely. "this keeping distance thing is really hard."
"Yeah," I frowned. "I guess it is."
Harry laughed again. "I like it."