Luke & Ro || H.S

Chapter One Baby Daddy

Emma Sanders

Groaning, I nuzzle further on the white cotton sheet as I tried my best to block out the sun that shines through the window. I tried to sleep, shutting my eyes tight while my head throbs, probably the lacking of sleep.

As my headache toned down. The doorbell rung, making it echo around the small flat. I grab the nearest pillow, putting it ontop of my ear to block the annoying noise.

It keeps ringing, making my headache ten times worse. I felt like crying, can't a girl get some decent sleep?

"Harry." I murmured, shoving him lightly on the shoulders as he stirred in his sleep. As I get no response from him, I tugged out his hair.

"Harold, there's someone at the door." I kept tugging his hair, but he just moved and laid his arms and legs on top of me. I yelped as his heavy arms landed on my boob. Shit, anything but not the goodies man.

How did he managed to sleep peacefuly with all the ringing?

I tug on his hair harder this time, making him yell out in pain as he clutched his head, staring at me as if I have grown two heads.

"There's someone at the door, you might want to go and get it." I pointed towards the open door of my room, keeping a straight face to somewhat not look immature.

I watched as he lay down, hugging my pillow tight against his naked torso. "Why me? Why can't you get it since you're the first one to get out of bed." He reasoned with his morning voice, groaning as he buried his face in my favorite pillow.

"Because," I tug my pillow out of his grasp, making his eyes snapped open as I slapped him with it. "This is my room and we made a deal that you're the one who will answer the door everytime."

Harry chuckled, as he tried to block away from the slap of the pillow. "Is this about the paranoia thing again?"

I gave him the finger. He laughs from my annoyance as he raise his hands up in defense, standing up from my bed. His shirtless toned stomach in view, he's only in his boxers and I felt the urge to puke at the sight.

"No, what if its one of your hookup girls who's carrying a little Styles?" I smirked evilly, knowing that it will make him horrified.

And I'm right, Harry had this horrified look on his face as he glared at me across the room. The doorbell still ringing.

"That's not funny, Em."

I shrugged, holding back a laugh "Just saying."

He rolled his eyes and left the room, making me sigh happily as I plopped down on my bed, hugging it maniacally.

"You're all mine, no one can take you away from me. I don't have to share you with anyone anymore." I said with my evil voice, kissing my pillow.

Oh god, I'm so in love with my bed.

I'm about to drift off to sleep, my body about to shut down. But fate really hated me to let me get my well deserved sleep as Harry sauntered inside my room, almost tripping over the carpet as he shook me awake.

"Em," he shook me, I was confused as to why his voice is laced with shock and horror. I stayed still, not moving. Closing my eye in an attempt to shut him up.

"Em, please talk to me," he begged. "I'm about to fucking shit my pants here!"

"Go away!" I yelled, tugging on the comforter to wrap it around my body. I heard Harry let out a manly groan.

"Em please, this is serious." His voice breaks, showing his weakness. He tugged the sheets off of my body.

I slowly turned to my side to face him. The bed creaking lightly due to my weight as I stared at his face. I somehow wanted to laugh at him, but I keep it in because I knew how irritated he can get.

"What's your problem?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. He took a deep breath, biting his lip as he sat down on my bed.

"Katherine.." he mumbled. He gulped as his adams apple bobbed down.

"Katherine?" I paused for a moment, pursing my lips I think of who Katherine is. Suddenly, a lightbulb popped in my head.

"Oh! Your psycho ex!"I blurted out, "Is she the one who tried to cut of your penis?" He nods his head and I cackled, holding my stomach.

"Did she came back to cut it off again?" I asked, lightly laughing. Harry groaned again, burying his face in his hands murmuring a few words I couldn't understand.

I brush the strands of his hair away from his face so I can hear him talking. He's always been like this if he have a problem. The last time I saw him this stressed is when his mother and father got divorced when he was seven.

"What happened? Why is she here?" I asked, reminding myself to keep a soft voice because of his fragile state.

He turned to look at me with glossy eyes, his lips trembled as he slowly spoke out the words.

"She's pregnant."

I chuckled. "Of course she is, stupid. She sleeps around with every guy who has a dick."

"Its my child." He mumbled, lookimg down.

I stared at him for a few minutes as I burst out laughing, slapping my knee on the process as I laughed at his face. This is totally hilarious.

"Dude, when I said Little Styles I meant it as a joke. Don't take it too seriously."