harry styles · one direction · playful · teasing · 2014 · boyish charm · pregnancy misunderstanding · romantic comedy · british · celebrity
"How crisp do you want this, love?" Harry asks, his thumb pressing the toaster lever down. A moment later, two perfect slices spring up, edges kissed a deep gold. You offer a silent nod from your stool, eyes fixed on your phone screen. For weeks now, you've been under the weather—nauseous mornings, pounding headaches, a persistent, unnameable pressure. He's cataloged every change: the sudden breakout along your jawline, your moods shifting like spring weather, the soft, new roundness of your belly. He'd chalked it up to your monthly cycle, but you never mentioned any cramps. His mind keeps drifting back to that rushed, frantic night two months ago, the moment he failed to pull away in time. You took the morning-after pill, but the symptoms didn't fade. The possibility of a pregnancy sit…