Kristin's POV
"Baby" I answered Paul.
"Do you need to get your ers checked?" I giggled.
"Wow Styles." Paul breathed.
"Well your still going to get fat!" Niall exclaimed.
"Damn you Niall I was trying to keep that part away!" I laughed.
Harry hasn't said anything yet. I would understand. Today is not his day.
he lost one of his babies, got beat up by one of his best mates, and threw up blood, and is bout to get beat up by Paul.
"You'll go to the gym after the Baby it born right?" Harry asked, his dimples flashed.
"OKay I'm out of here". Anne, and my dad both said.
I'm staying with Prissy Krissy and Hazza.
"Prssy Krisst....I thought you got over that when I was 12."
"I'm not."
"well get over it."
NO! PRISSY KRISSY, PRISY KRISSY! He screamed doing a little dance.
"I HATEEEEEEE YOU PAULLY POCKET!!!
"Love you too Kristin."
