"You're pregnant???" Zayn shouted! "I can't believe this! It'll ruin my career, no teen heartthrob has a kid!" Zayn dashed out of the room, and Harry walked in. Seeing the tears in my face, he kneeled next to me, and murmured, "I don't care that you're preggo. It'll make you even more thicc."
I felt my spirits lift- Harry always knew what to say. Harry leaves on and kissed me tenderly, whispering in my ear "I'll love this child as if it were my own."
I smilies, feeling joy lift my heart again. I decided that I would tell the kid that Harry is their real father- he is, emotionally, so if you think about it he's the kid's real dad. And I was excited to be even more thicc.
At that exact moment, Zayn came back into the room.
"Baby, I changed my mind. I'm ready to do this with you. I'm ready to be a father."
