Harry Styles

I did not remember how difficult it was to move into a new place when I finally got my penthouse. As soon as it happened, it just left my mind and I was all happy once everything was settled. Then again, I didn't have much stuff back then, I just casually bought whatever else I needed seeing as the penthouse came somewhat furnished.

The new house came empty.

Carrington and I have decided to get everything out of the place and we'll just fill it up with whatever we liked. At the time, I agreed and found it to be a great idea, but then we actually went to Ikea and other interior design shops and I suddenly wanted to end my shit. But so, did Carrington.

We both were so fucking frustrated with all the shopping – and the slight tension that still lingered between us – that we ended up finding stuff online and just ordering those to the new address. That just meant neither of us knew what the other ordered because we might not have had the same taste in everything, we kind of just...hoped for the best. I knew I did when I bought the stuff that caught my attention.

Perhaps that was why we ended up with so much baby stuff. Or, should I say, just baby stuff. From clothes to toys to furniture, it was all aimed at our baby girl. When everything arrived and we didn't see a bed there or bedside tables, chairs for the kitchen or a kitchen table, we just stared at each other as we mentally blamed one another then burst out laughing.

But that was all a week ago. And our fight two weeks ago. Which means we have already had gone to the appointment to get the first check-up done. Everything was fine with my girls – although it was still only me who thoroughly believed we were going to have a baby girl. She was absolutely tiny and she hid herself away from us. She was so shy but I knew once she'd be out that'd change pretty quickly.

"Ok, no. That says you need to put that piece by the long, straight one," Carrington tried to direct me in order to put the crib together. I sighed in frustration because the way she told me to do things, didn't work. I had no idea why she even had the booklet in her hands because she had no idea what the fuck she was saying. But me being the amazing husband I was, I didn't even mention it at the start even though it had been three hours since she spat the instructions my way and if I dared to do anything differently, she slapped my head with the paper book.

"Listen. I appreciate you trying to be helpful but I'm not going to get anywhere. At this rate, by the time you're ready to pop Elle out, I will still be here, trying to put this shit together," I turned towards her. The pair of brown eyes I have fallen in love with over and over again, stared right into mine, fire burned behind them, ready to watch me turn into ashes.

"It's not my fault that you can't listen to what I say, is it?" she asked me with a cocky tone. It made me laugh as I ran my hand through my hair. "Don't laugh, answer me."

"I appreciate what you're doing but it's wrong, sweetheart," I explained. As I looked at it, I didn't even feel surprised – the damn booklet was upside down to begin with and she read it from the back to the front. "How about you go and check when the estate agent is coming, hm?"

"Why are you trying to get rid of me?" she asked with her arms folded when I took away the booklet. Lately, she found every chance she could to fight me and whilst I tried to understand that it was due to her hormonal change and all that shit that came with her being pregnant, I knew this was going to be a long ass nine months.

I inhaled deeply as placed my hands on her cheeks. She began to put weight on and it went to her face first. Although, her hips developed little handles too, I didn't mention it to her. She must have freaked out over it but personally, I loved it. Sure, her toned body due to dancing was fucking stunning and it made my head go crazy with way too many sexual thoughts, I couldn't lie to myself when I saw her naked in the bathroom the other night.

She looked fuller, she had more to grab onto, she felt softer and most of all, looked stunning.

"I'm not trying to do anything, pretty girl," I kissed her lips as I squashed her cheeks together a little bit. "I just want you to move around a bit, you've been standing in this room for ages. Show our little girl the house some more, yeah?" my lips connected to hers one more time and I felt her arms snuck around my neck. She moaned into our kiss and wrapped her lips around my bottom one. My heart went a tiny bit crazy, my body wanted more but my mind stopped me from making love to her on the floor with all that shit around us.

Goddamn, I was obsessed with her.

"I really want sushi."

"You know you can only eat it if the fish had been frozen before or cooked, right?" I asked just to make sure. She rolled her eyes at me and I frowned. Maybe I was a little too overprotective but I didn't want anything happening to either one of my girls.

"Yes, I do," she sighed. "I just want some salmon so bad. And rice. So, that's basically sushi."

"Alright, you go order that then," I smiled. "Could get me some, too. You know... since I'm doing all this work..."

"Oh, please," she scoffed in a playful manner and I smirked at her. She had my shirt on and one of her leggings, the top tucked in and so the smallest little bump was visible. Not so much. For anyone who didn't know she was with a baby would have just thought she had a big lunch or something. "I'll just get the usual."

"Okay. My card is... I don't know where it is, actually," I responded, quite confused. I didn't remember where I put it.

"Why would I need your card?"

"To pay for the food?"

"I have money," she argued. "Stop trying to use your money for everything. I thought we already went over this before."

"I just..." I started then shut up. Adding another silly fight to our list was not something I wanted to do. "I know. You're right."

Once she was out of the room, I looked over the booklet to get this shit over and done with. After that, there were dressers and shit that needed putting together so I had to get on with it. Harrison was meant to help out soon, he said he would be home this weekend from university and he really wanted to see the place. Then again, he didn't even know his sister was pregnant. Other than Eloise, no one knew about our baby.

Well, other than Mia and Aiden, of course.

After about half an hour, the crib was together and I couldn't believe my girl made me fuck around for hours. Once I pushed it to the side, I decided to just leave the rest because I couldn't be arsed with it. Carrington was sitting on the couch downstairs with her hands on her lower stomach and eyes shut.

"Are you okay, love?" I asked her as I walked closer and eventually sat down next to her. There were creases on her forehead and I furrowed my eyebrows as one of my arms slid across the top of the furniture behind her and the other rested on top of her hand.

"My stomach hurts a bit," she sighed and I felt my heart hurt a little. I hated seeing her in pain. "I don't know what it is but I hope it's nothing bad."

"I'm sure you're fine, angel," I kissed her cheek softly and pulled her closer to me. Her head rested on my chest and she put her legs over mine. "How does it hurt or where exactly?"

"It's just like a cramp like the ones I get on my period," she mumbled. "It's not as bad as it was before you came down, though."

"Why didn't you call me or something to come down? Carrie, you know I told you I want to know if there's anything wrong."

"I don't know. Don't fucking fight me right now just cuddle me for a bit, will you?"

So, I did. I held her close to my chest with her legs over mine. For a second, the thought ran past my mind that she had fallen asleep but the little noises that left her mouth due to how uncomfortable she might have felt, caused me to not believe that theory.

"I was thinking that we could have our families over one night for a dinner or something and tell them we're having a baby. What do you think?" I dropped the question. Other than her mum, no one really knew about us expecting.

"We don't even have chairs for the table. And I can't cook for shit."

"I will cook, don't you worry your pretty head about it," I chuckled. "You could look for chairs?"

"Sure... whatever you want," she sighed. "Can you rub my belly? It hurts."

"Baby, shouldn't we go see the doctor?" I questioned as I slipped my hand under her hoodie. Her skin felt warm and soft under my touch, regardless of the situation, a small smile crawled onto my lips as I remembered my little girl rested in there.

"No... I don't know. The sushi is on the way."

"I reckon our baby is more important than food," I stated.

"It'll pass. The pain I mean. I got them... before."

"And you never told me."

"Yep."

"Carrington, can you please not keep these things from me?"

"There is nothing you can do about it, though. Even if I tell you, you'd just feel bad because you can't help," she tried to explain but I sighed and shook my head.

"I still would like to know, okay? What if these... these cramps or whatever they are, get stronger? What if... what if I need to take you to the hospital or something?"

"You would know when to do it. But that's a massive if. Nothing will happen," she pulled away from me for a second, her dough eyes stared up at me with a soft smile before she kissed my chin. "When was the last time you shaved, hm?" she questioned as she dragged her finger across my chin and above my top lip. It made me chuckle and her eyes quickly looked up into mine. "Not that it's a problem... you look really good."

"Do I?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "Bet if feels nice, too."

"Oh?" I smirked at her and she shrugged with a smug expression on her gorgeous face. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I actually would," she winked at me and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Could, you know, help me focus on something else, other than the cramps."

"Really?" I asked in a whisper. My hand trailed further up her stomach until my index finger hooked in the middle of her bra and I tugged on it a little. "So, you want my help then, I'm assuming?"

"I would love your help," she sighed as my right arm went around her body and I slowly laid her down on the couch. In the process, I dragged my hand down her stomach, my action turned her body into a bumpy mess.

I smiled to myself as I glanced up at her – eyes closed, teeth deepened in her bottom lip and cheeks already flushed. It had been a while since I've had her to myself like this and I was going to make sure it would make up for all the lost opportunities.

"Hurry, please, baby," she sighed as my fingers hooked into her leggings and I pulled them down slowly. I chuckled as I kissed my way down her – her skin under my lips felt too good to ever stop.

"Right... we have food coming, don't we? How about you coming before the delivery person, hm?"

"Yes, please," she grinned as my lips pressed kisses along her lower stomach. Her hands softly wrapped around her breasts before she squeezed them a little bit, the sight ignited something within me as it encouraged me to get rid of her underwear in a soft motion.

My mouth kissed down her thighs then back up, every gesture left a soft sound behind that mixed in with her breathless sighs. As my lips hovered over her, she shivered and pushed her legs apart to give me more access. I smirked as I blew some air on her, my eyes looked up at her face right as my tongue flattened against her and teased her with a long lick from her clit to her slit.

"My baby needs this, don't you, sweetheart?" I questioned as I gently parted her lips and tucked my tongue between them neatly. Carrington gasped for her and one of her hands got lost in my hair, fingers tugged on the curls as I went deeper. "Just as sweet as I remembered."

"Always- always- always," she repeated the word swiftly, her breath picked up as her chest went insane. I felt her get wetter with each one of my licks, perhaps my saliva helped in that process, too.

I slurped my way up her, my lips wrapped around her little clit to suck on it, the movement caused her to let out a loud moan and it satisfied me. I pushed her thighs apart before I pushed my body between them, mine on top of hers as I kissed her on the lips. Carrington moaned into the kiss before I separated our lips and pushed my fingers into her mouth.

"Suck on them, darling," and she did. God, did she suck on them? As if those were the last things she tasted. Her hot tongue swirled around my digits and soaked them in her saliva. "Such a good girl for me, are you not?"

"Yes," she sighed once my fingers left her mouth. I pressed my lips to hers to let my tongue find hers before I went back down to business, now, my soaked fingers stretching her and causing her head to spin alongside my lips. "You- you make me- me feel so good, baby. S-so good."

"You're so wet, my god," I bit down on my lip as the sounds of my fingers moving in and out of her filled the room, her moans mixed into it and my casual groans. My mouth craved her taste so I leaned down to kiss along her, my tongue focused on her clit which made her become so much louder.

"Fuck," she moaned and it was the most beautiful sound I have heard in a while. "Fuck, you do me so good. So good."

And so I decided to keep this up. Make her feel good. So good. To be specific. I loved pleasing her and everything that came with it. Her moans, her pleas, her breathless sighs and grunts, the hip thrusts, her fingers in my hair, her thighs around my head, her taste on my tongue for hours. She was the sweetest thing I have ever had and I couldn't believe how long I had gone without her.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum, Harry, I- so close," she panted and I looked up at her. One hand tightly around her breast as her hips worked against me, the other in my hair as she tugged on it in need. I curled my fingers in her and sucked harshly on her clit to push her over the edge and it seemed like that was all she needed. "Fuck- fuck- fuck- going... keep going. Feels g-good."

And I did. I licked and slurped and kissed her until she came off of her high. There was no evidence of this ever happening other than her red cheeks and heavy breaths. I grinned to myself as I made sure to put her underwear back on before the black leggings crawled up her legs, too.

I cuddled her up in my arms as her breathing calmed down and then the bell went off.

"Oh, just in time for our sushi, eh?" I grinned as I pressed a kiss to her forehead. She laughed against me and kissed my neck, the gesture left me all tingly in all the right places.

"Go get it," she pinched my stomach with her whole hand.

"Ouch!" I shrieked and she laughed at me. "Abuse, that is!"

"Shut up," she chuckled. "You put weight on, I love it."

"Guess I slipped up a bit but whatever. Be right back," I shouted as I made my way to the front door.

Sure enough, it was the delivery guy. Well, I thought it was going to be guy but it was a girl. After I took the bag away from her, I was about to close the door when she spoke up.

"Hey... you're Harry Styles."

"Um, yeah," I chuckled nervously. "Er, thanks for the food."

"Could I get a photo with you, please?"

Not the time. Not the time. Not the time.

"Sure," I smiled.

She grinned at me and grabbed her phone from her pocket. She took the selfie quickly, well, more than one, actually, and then looked at me with bright eyes.

"Thank you so much!"

"Yeah... no worries," I smiled whilst all I could think about was how messy my hair was and how flushed my cheeks looked. And I couldn't find it in me to ask her to delete the photos. "Bye now."

"Bye!"

As soon as the door closed behind me, I leaned against it and closed my eyes. I couldn't believe that had to have happened. I looked so red and my hair basically shouted I just done something sexual. And it was gonna be on the internet.

"Fuck!" I shouted as I opened my eyes just to find my girl standing there with an amused grin on her face. "I..."

"What's wrong with you?" she giggled as she took the bag from me.

"The delivery person... she, um, she asked for a photo and... well, I looked like this."

"Sexy?" she questioned with her eyebrows raised. She placed her hand on my side and kissed me on the lips before she turned around and walked back to the living room.

"I mean, my whole appearance screams I just ate my wife out and it will be all over social media."

"At least everyone will know you're off the market," she shrugged before she sat down on the couch. "Now, come here and eat with us."

"I like the sound of that," I grinned as I mainly replied to the last thing she said. Us. "God, I love you so fucking much," a chuckle escaped my lips as I leaned closer to her, my hands on her cheeks as I kissed her.

"I love you so much more, handsome," she mumbled against my lips with a grin on her delicious lips, eyes still closed. She was truly glowing and prettier than ever and I loved her so fucking much I couldn't even find the right words to express myself.

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a.n.
so after two months i decided to update lmfao so sorry for the wait but ffc completely took my time and attention and everything lol i absolutely adore that book so check it out if u wish

i uh dunno when the next one is coming pals, i started this back in november and finished it now so 😔🤝 thanks for sticking w me tho and welcome to all the new readers!!!

which reminds me i need to say sorry for how messy the beginning of this book is w all the accents written out and shit. i know i apologised for that a million and one times but i still feel so jsjsjsjsks about it when i reread some chapters and i come across it lmfao okay i'll shut the fuck up

hope everyone's had/having a fab new years day and have a blessed 2019! 🥰