Let me love you

Chapter 46

Chapter 46.

Brooke's POV.

1 month later.

"Is mr. Styles joining us today?" Dr. Williams ask as she walk into the small room, seeing that I'm alone.

"He was supposed to be, but he may have been caught up in the studio." I reply, laying down on the small bed, hoping he would make it. Harry have been so excited for our first ultrasound with this baby, and he would be so disappointed if he don't make it.

Just as Stacey is about to begin the door burst open and Harry stands there out of breath. "Am I'm late?"

"No just in time." Stacey smile at him then turn back to putting the gel on my stomach.

I reach out for Harry's hand and he take it after closing the door. "Nervous?" I ask him as he is shaking.

"A little." He smile at me, kissing my temple.

"I see you got a nice little bump there, that's always a good sign." Stacey say placing the wand on my little bump.

"So here can you see your baby." Stacey say as she turn the little screen around so we can see. "Here you see the head and the body." She tell pointing on the screen.

"Aww, it looks like a peanut." Harry says. I look up at him to see tears in his eyes.

"Are you crying?" I ask with a smile.

"I can't help it, it's so cute." He wipe his tears off.

"Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" She ask holding a finger over a button on her machine.

"Yes." I reply almost instantly. Witch gets a small chuckle out of Harry.

She press the button and the room is filled with the sound off the baby's heartbeat.

This feels so real now, a bump, the picture and the heartbeat. I can't wait to finally become a mum.

After our ultrasound we decide, or Harry decided that we needed to go shopping for more baby stuff and maybe some cloths to me since I almost can't squeeze into my jeans.

As we walk down the street some fans spot Harry and ask for pictures or an autograph. Every time he looks at me for promotion, and every time I nod confirming.

Even through I confirmed to let him take pictures and sign there stuff he wouldn't let go of me, to afraid that something might happen. I even offered to take some of the pictures but he just said that if they wanted a picture with him, I had to be on it too.

Most of the fans didn't care I was on the picture too, some even asked about a picture with both of us. Everything was fine until there was some fans who wouldn't have me on the picture.

"Either you get a picture where Brooke is on too or you don't get a picture." Harry say trying to convince the two girls to have me on the picture too.

"Harry it's alright, I'll take the picture. Nothing is going to happen, I promise." I whisper the last part so the fans won't hear.

"No, I'm not letting go of you. We can't trust anybody. I don't want to lose one more." He whisper back, worry clear in his eyes.

"Harry I promise, one picture and we go home after ok?" I ask him sweetly.

"Ok, but you get twenty seconds to take that damn picture." He say letting go of me.

I take the picture fast but still in good quality, and I'm back in Harry's arms after handing the camera over to the girls.

"Have a nice day." I smiled at them before Harry leads me to the car.

"Is it just me, or have that man been following us all afternoon?" I ask pointing discrete at a man I think I have seen all day.

"Yep, he have been following us, he's a pap." Harry state before hurrying me into the car.

As soon as we step into the house I speed walk to the kitchen, not caring about the shopping bags I left in the door opening.

I look around in the refrigerator for the pack of bacon I saw this morning. I take it out and place it on the kitchen counter, as I look through the cupboards.

"What are you doing?" Harry ask as he comes into the kitchen.

"Looking for peanut butter." I answer simply without looking at him. "Could you please cook the bacon on the counter for me?" I ask.

"You want bacon and peanut butter?" He ask disgusted.

"No, it's the baby." I say just as I find the glass of peanut butter.

Harry cook it, looking back at me a few times smiling. I smile back putting spoons of peanut butter in the mouth.

He soon place a plate with the perfectly cooked bacon on, in front of me. I pick up a piece and dip it in the peanut butter.

"So... How is it?" He as unsure of my choice of food.

"Great, momma and baby loves it." I smile handing him a piece.

"Hmm, not that bad." He say reaching for another piece but I slap his hands away.

"Mine and baby's." I pout at him.