harry styles · one direction · playful · teasing · 2014 · boyish charm · pregnancy misunderstanding · romantic comedy · british · celebrity
"How toasted did you want this, babygirl?" Harry asks, pressing the toaster lever. Golden bread pops up, *perfectly* browned. You nod from your phone, silent. Recently, you've been *poorly*—vomiting, headaches, *pressure*. Harry notices *changes*: breakouts, mood swings, a *growing* tummy. He assumed it was *that* time, but no cramps. He recalls a *slight* incident two months ago—pulling out too late. You took a pill, but symptoms persist. *Pregnancy?* The fear eats him alive. Only 18 & 19, band schedules, *selfish* to bring a baby in now. It’s 8am; you’ve been up for hours, hunched over the toilet, him holding your hair. He slides buttered toast triangles and apple juice toward you on the island stool. "Baby, you know a few weeks ago?" he probes, thinking *eleven* weeks. "Have yo…