Hideaway [h.s]

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this is literally how Louis, Niall, and Harry act in this book.

Amelia Adams

Three days. I haven't spoken to Harry in three days.

I didn't leave our room again for the first day, but the second day I was going crazy staring at these four brown walls so I stepped out to shower and such. Today was the third day and I tried to have a more positive attitude even though we still weren't speaking. I brushed my hair back into a ponytail and wore Harry's red plaid shirt because it was baggy enough on me to hide the bump from Louis and my sweaters are dirty.

I'm not even sure if Niall's talked to him or not about me being pregnant- maybe he did and I won't have to wear hot baggy clothes anymore around the house.

"Alright kid, what are we eating today?" I look down at my stomach to talk to the baby that's growing more and more everyday. I walked myself down the stairs and through the living room. I walked into the kitchen to see no one but Niall siting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hey." I mumble while Niall looks up from his breakfast.

"Hey," He says back. "How's the whole growing another person thing?" He asks in probably the weirdest way possible.

"It's good." I chuckle while opening the fridge. "Do you happen to know where Harry is?" I ask.

"He left a few hours ago." Niall informs me.

I turn my head back in surprise. It's like eleven in the morning and he's been out for a few hours? Where could he have gone..

"Really?" I arch my eyebrow.

"Yeah, I have no clue what for, but I saw him leave around 8:30 when I was coming in from my jog." Niall takes a spoonful of his cereal, and look at me from across the kitchen.

"Oh." I form my lips to a line and can't help but feel a bit nervous. When Harry leaves the house alone I'll always feel a little anxious. It's just so scary outside this place with Salvation constantly hunting down Harry. I guess I just have to not think about it though because it's not like I could do anything about it.

"Oh and Niall.. have you told Louis about my situation?" I ask.

"How you're knocked up?" He says bluntly, and a little too loud for my preference.

"Shh!" I say dramatically, considering Louis could be lurking around somewhere. "And yes." I whisper.

He smirks lightly and takes another spoonful of his almost empty cereal bowl.

"No I didn't. But why are you keeping it a secret?" 

"Keep what a secret?" Louis walks in shirtless and half awake with his hair a mess from sleep.