What if he didn't want to cuddle?
What if he just wanted to watch movies, then take me home?
No, he asked if you'd like to stay the night.
Well, what if-
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the car stopped, and I looked up to see Harry's and Emmy's place. I plastered a smile onto my face and got out, jumping when Niall grabbed my hand halfway to the front door.

As soon aswe stepped into the house, I felt bad. Emmy was sleeping on top of Harry while he watched the tellie. Her light snores echoed off the walls quietly, and I smiled a bit.
As soon as he heard the door close, Harry's eyes darted towards us. "Hey," he murmured. "What's up?"
I bit my lip. "I just wanted to pick up the pajamas I left here a few days ago," I said, shifting slightly.
Harry smiled. "Alrighty. Last room to the left."
I nodded gratefully and scurried down the hall, glad to be alone for just a few seconds.

This whole thing seemed surreal.
How could I, Zoey, actually be dating Niall Horan?
I took a deep breath and made my way to her dresser, her promise ringing in my ears. You can borrow anything of mine, just as long as it comes back.
I grabbed a pair of Superman shorts, a pale gray t-shirt, and a pair of slippers, then made my way back to the boys and Emmy.

As soon as we were in the car, Niall kissed my cheek gently. I was glad it was dark, because he couldn't see my blush then.

---

Emmy's POV:

My eyes fluttered open.
I was in bed, even though I had no memory of actually crawling in..I only remembered falling asleep in Harry's lap.
I smiled slightly and turned around. Speak of the devil himself, he was sleeping, his mouth slightly ajar.
I giggled and tucked my face into his neck and pressing my lips to his collarbone gently. "I love you so much.." I whispered, even though he was asleep.
However, when I pressed another kiss to his jawline this time, his arms tightened around me. "I love you more," he mumbled, his morning voice rough and husky.
I sighed and pulled away. "I didn't mean to wake you up," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.
Harry smiled slightly. "It's fine..." he murmured, pulling me closer.
I giggled and rested my head on his chest, my mood suddenly shifting. "Harry...what if I am pregnant?" I whispered, closing my eyes tightly.
His arms tightened gently. "Then we'll take care of this baby...you'd be a great mother, anyway."
I bit my lip. "I'm scared."
His hands rose and cradled my face. "Hey...you might not even be pregnant..don't worry," he murmured, kissing me gently.
I nodded, leaning into his touch. It was so calming. "I still think I'd be fine with Zoey...you should do your interview, while I'm at the doctors," I mumbled.
His hold tightened momentarily. "Baby.."
I pulled away and pursed my lips. "Don't you baby me. I'm not gonna have you missing things and getting in trouble with management because of me."
He pouted. "But it'd be worth it.." he whined, blinking at me.
I giggled. "Harry, no. Stop being a little shit and just agree," I teased, flicking his forehead gently.
Harry laughed. "Fine. Just this once."
I smiled at him and wiggled my way out of his grip. At his confused look, I murmured a quick, "I need to use the washroom," before I scurried out.

Three days later, and I realized something was wrong.
Not sure how I could...it was my subconsciousness.
My stomach felt weird.
I couldn't think straight. I felt uninterested in Harry's rehearsals, and the meetings he told me about at night.
Fear shook me as I grabbed my phone. Harry was at an interview with the boys, leaving Zoey alone...unless she was at work.
"Hello?"
A sigh of relief left my lips. "Zo...I need you."
"What's wrong?"
I shook my head, even though she couldn't see me. "I..I think I'm pregnant."


Harry's POV:


"So, how's Emmy doing?"
The interviewer - I forgot his name - smiled at me, and I returned the smile, though inside, I was freaking out. How was she doing? Was she fine? Was she better than 'fine'?
...Am I a father?
I shook the thoughts out of my head. "She's doing great. She's remembered a lot...she just doesn't remember little stuff. The unimportant stuff."
He smiled crookedly at me. "Like fights?" he teased.
I laughed, trying not to sound forced. "Yeah, I wish," I bantered back, taking a sip of water.
He laughed and leaned back, signaling that he was going to play another song. "So, boys, could you please give us our next song - Best Song Ever?"
Niall smiled from across me. "Of course. Onna count of three..."
"We are One Direction, and this is our song, Best Song Ever."

Half way through, at Liam's solo, my phone buzzed. I frowned and pulled it out, the text leaving me in a good kind of bliss.
Hey :) Zoey just brought me home from the doctors...I'm not pregnant xx
I didn't realize I breathed a sigh of relief until Louis looked at me sharply. What's up? His eyes seemed to question me, and I shook my head.
Later.
He nodded and turned back to the interviewer, continuing their chat, my small interruption ignored.
I love you so much. I'll see you when I get home, yeah? xx
Okay :) ly xx

I smiled in satisfaction and slid my phone back into my pocket, and looking up.
"Texting Emmy, yes?"
My cheeks heated slightly. "Yes.." I said hesitatingly.
He smirked. "What about?"
I pursed my lips, choosing my next words carefully. "I told her I loved her."
"Ah...so is it true you proposed?"
I nodded, glad the topic wasn't on my text. "Yes. During her birthday party."
"And she said yes?"
My smile grew. "Yes."

---

"But the doctor said I should come back next week, to make sure."
It was the next morning, considering I hadn't gotten home til it was late. We were in bed, still, and Emmy was situated on my lap, her head on my shoulder.
I nodded, rubbing Emmy's leg through her jeans. "I'm sure it's nothing, babe," I murmured, kissing the part of her shoulder that was exposed.
Emmy shivered. "But there is that slight chance that it's something."
I nipped at her skin. "The tour's coming up soon...in just two weeks," I mumbled. "And if you are, by any chance, pregnant, Modest can go live in Antarctica, if they want you to stay home."
Emmy giggled. "Harry!"
I smiled. "What? I want to be with you during it all, babe."
A blush rose on her cheeks. "Harry.."
Her tone had completely changed. I nuzzled her neck, feeling my eyelashes brush against her.
She sighed. "Harry?"
I smiled and bit my lip momentarily. "Yes?"
"Why did you have to get the good lashes?"
I laughed. "Of all things to ask, that's what you ask."
She giggled and pushed my shoulder gently. "Just trying to lighten the mood!"
I smiled and pressed my forehead to hers gently. "If you ask me, you got the better version of everything."
She looked as if she were about to disagree before she shoved away from me abruptly. I frowned in confusion as she ran for the bathroom until the sounds of her puking brought me into reality.
Well, shit.

Notes

I wanted to add more, but I felt like I was just gonna end up dragging it on and on if I did lol :)
Whatcha think? ^-^
Also, I wrote a one-shot out of boredom last night :D please read? :3 Sirens
And, I've started another story for fun :) I'm not as dedicated to it as this one, but could you give it a read? :) Teenage Dirtbag
The story's coming to an end soon :3 but, next school year, we may do a sequel :D any ideas? :))
And one more thing, before I head off: the story will be skipping around a bit :) We'll be skipping a few months, to make the story go a bit faster ^-^
I really appreciate all the support I've gotten, either in view count/comment/subs/rates :) it gives me inspiration to write, which is something I really love to do :D 3,272 views in 13 days...that's amazing :') I want to cry every time I read that number, because in every other story I've gotten the courage to put up online, I've barely reached 1,000 views by the 13th chapter :)
You guys are truly amazing <3 I literally cannot put into words how happy the outcome of this has made me, and how sad I'll be when this story is over.
Sorry for the novel-sized author's note :)
~Bambii (Momo) xx

Ps:


Oh, Harry :)



I CAN HEAR NIALL'S LAUGH.
I REPEAT, I HEAR NIALL'S PERFECT LAUGH.