"I'm not going." You pout.
"Why not? You look gorgeous sweetie. Why can't you see that?" He whispers, kissing your cheek.
"I'm fat Harry. I do not look good in this dress. You can go to the awards without me. I'm not freaking going." You snap at him making him sigh.
"It not called being fat, it's being pregnant, and you're doing a great a job at being that. That beautiful pregnancy glow you have will turn heads. You are beautiful ." He points at you, making you smile.
"Okay, let's go." You say, walking out of the bedroom with Harry.
