Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
I am eleven weeks pregnant with Harry Styles' baby. I feel numb and now that I know thatI am indeed pregnant I need to go and see Harry and tell him. I know what he's like and I'm pretty sure he would have shrugged off my confession over the phone. He'd deem me an attention seeker because I'm still in love with him and want him back. Which I don't, Harry is incredibly up himself.
                          
I booked my flight online and packed my bag. How was I going to dodge the paparazzi going to the airport, they'll immediately think that I'm going to see Harry. I'd like this to be a private affair but I gave up privacy when Harry asked me to be his girlfriend. I decided that I'd leave during the night and get a cab from the underground parking lot. My flight was at six o'clock in the morning and I was sure I'd be able to dodge the cameras that way.
                          
I may only be a few months pregnant but I have a small bump already, it grows a tiny bit every day. It's a bit scary to know that there is a little person inside of me but at the same time it's sort of amazing. Even thought the father is Harry and he can be a complete twat at some times. I've been wearing loose clothes for about two weeks now because I'm terrified of having to come out and say that I am indeed pregnant, why does the world have to know?
                          
The flight to Australia is a long uncomfortable one and I'm definitely not looking forward to the return flight but I was super happy that I was not further along with the pregnancy, they say the further along you are, the harder it is. Niall sent me a car when I flew in to Melbourne, he was the only one other than Paul Higgins (the boys manager) that knew I was on my way.
                          
I hadn't seen or spoken to Harry since we decided to split up, it was hard. He had spent one night with Caroline Flack while I was with my family. He hadn't been very careful about it and it was plastered all over the news and internet. I tried so hard to stay with him after it happened, we talked, we cried and we tried to work things out. But it wasn't working and I was hurt, so we split up and I made the decision to come home rather than staying on the tour.
                          
I was exhausted by the time I arrived at the hotel, I had called Niall on the way to the hotel and he came down the the parking garage to meet me. He pulled me in to a hug as soon as I stepped out of the car and because I was so tired and emotional I burst in to tears. "Don't cry babe." He chuckled as he hugged me tightly. He let go of me and looked me up and down.
                          

                          
I was wearing a yellow summer dress because the weather in Australia was warm. He put his hand on my stomach and he grinned. "You do have a bump." He said kissing my forehead.
                          
"Ass." I mumbled as he took my hand and lead me towards the elevator to take me up stairs to his room. They didn't have any rooms available so Niall said thatI could stay with him, he had gotten lucky and been given two beds in his room.
                          
"How was your flight?" He asked as he pulled me back in to a hug when we were in the elevator. I groaned just thinking about my flight, the smelly guy next to me was horrible and he snored and the seats were super uncomfortable. That's the last time I say no to Niall buying my ticket, he would have made sure there was a flight attendant standing next to me the whole time.
                          
"It was pretty horrible, the seats were uncomfortable and I felt sick most of the flight. But apparently that's normal." I frowned as I hugged him back. I had been gone for just under three months, I had figured out that I must have been two weeks pregnant when we broke up.
                          
"How are you gonna break the news?" He mumbled in to the crook of my neck. I had no clue how to answer that and I was petrified of his reaction. I was even more petrified of Louis' reaction, I'm pretty sure he thought I was too young to be a mum and he was too young to be an uncle.
                          
"I have no idea." I sighed.
                          
"We'll figure it out, I'm excited for you. Maybe this is exactly what you need for you and Harry." He murmured. I nod. I still love Harry, I have to we were together for two years. It takes more than two months to fall out of love with someone. Well that's what I think.
                          
We stepped out of the lift and walked straight in to Zayn and Louis. "Jess!" Zayn was the first to notice me because Louis had his back turned to me. Lou turned around and his jaw dropped.
                          
"Jessamine!" He walked over to me quickly and hugged me like he hadn't seen each other in six years. I smiled and hugged him back just as eagerly because I had missed him so much. "What are you doing here?"
                          
"I miss you." I smiled up at my big brother.
                          
"I'm glad you're here. I know someone else who'll be glad you're here." He grinned referring to Harry. I nod. I know he'll be happy I'm here but he won't be happy when he knows why.
                          
"I need to see him, but first let's hang."
                          
"Okay." He grinned happy I was here, I was about to tell him why I was here, I was nervous as hell but if I left it longer he would notice my bump. I took a deep breath as we walked to his hotel room. "So how have you been?"
                          
"I've been okay." I smile sitting on a couch opposite the bed where he had perched himself. "I have something to tell you." I took a deep breath this was it and I wasn't going to let him interrupt me. "I'm pregnant." I said it quickly to get it over and done with, I looked up at Louis who was staring at me like I had just told him his bunny had died. He was in shock. He was silent for ages this was almost as agonizing as the wait for the pregnancy test was. "Louis?"
                          
My voice made him look up,"Is it Harry's?" He managed to croak, he was taking it pretty well considering.
                          
"Who else would it belong to?"
                          
"Sorry. Um ... wow." He breathed, why isn't he mad? Why isn't he yelling at me? Why hasn't he stormed out the door and gone to find Harry? Maybe I'm expecting too much, maybe this isn't as big as I thought it was. "Does he know yet?" He asked.
                          
"No that's why I came I knew he wouldn't believe me if I told him over the phone." I was surprised that he was taking this so well. I had imagined he would yell at me for being so irresponsible and not calling him straight away. I imagined him bashing up Harry.
                          
"What are you gonna do?" He asked running his hands through his head.
                          
"I have no idea, I really need to talk to Harry." I sighed.
                          
Lou got off the bed and came and sat next to me on the couch. He put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me from the side. "I'm proud of you for telling me."He smiled. "How far along are you?"
                          
"I'm eleven weeks."
                          
He moved his other hand to my stomach and smiled. "I'm gonna be an uncle." His smile turned in to a grin.
                          
"Uncle Lou." I giggled. "So um ... I was so scared to tell you. Why are you being so understanding?"
                          
"Well I've been meaning to call you ..." He paused and I cocked an eyebrow. "Eleanor is also pregnant." My jaw dropped did he just say what I think he said? Wow!
                          
"Oh my god! Yay!" I giggled and hugged a little tighter.
                          
"Yeah she's thirteen weeks." That's only two weeks difference between the two of us. "Now go and see Harry, he'll be glad to see you. He's been different since you left." He sighed.
                          
"I wanna rest first, the flight was tiring." He nods and helps me off the couch and the door to Niall's room. Niall is laying on his bed with his phone in the air reading something. "I'll call you later and tell you how it goes." I say kissing Lou's cheek thankful that he was understanding.
                          
"He took it well then." Niall commented when Lou closed the door and I slumped on the spare bed that was next to his bed.
                          
"Yeah." I smiled, "Did you know that El was pregnant?"
                          
"Yeah." He nodded.
                          
"Why didn't you tell me? I was so scared to tell him!" I throw a pillow at him laying down. I'm so sleepy I could probably sleep until tomorrow but I want to tell Harry tonight. I force myself up before I get too comfortable and grab my bag dragging it along the floor. Before I can get it a quarter of the way to my bed Niall has dived off the bed and snatched the bag from me.
                          
"A lady in your condition can't lift heavy things." He said picking the bag up easily with one hand and placing it on my bed so I could open it up.
                          
"Thank you Niall, what a gentleman." I smiled as I zipped open the case and pulled out a tank top and some shorts. I knew Niall was dying to see my bump so I went and got changed. He was sitting patiently on the edge of his when I came out. He grinned at me and jumped off the bed.
                          
"Just looks like you've had a few too many cupcakes." He chuckled.