Chapter Eight

We left that night for Paris. Both of changed into more comfortable clothes for the long flight. I laid my head on Harry's shoulder contently.

"I can't wait to get to Paris," I sighed. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Have I told you that I love you?"

Harry chuckled, "I believe so, but one more time won't hurt."

"I love you," I looked up and kissed him.

"I love you too," he kissed me back. "What is the first thing you want to do when we get to Paris?"

"Go to sleep," I answered half jokingly.

Harry shook his head, "That's your answer to everything."

I shrugged, "It works. You should get use to it."

"Yeah I know." He sighed contently and pulled me closer. I laid my head back down and let my eyes close.

We were successful at keeping the location for our honeymoon under wraps. Only family and close friends knew. It allowed us to enjoy the time even more. We went everywhere from the Eiffel Tower to boutiques. I loved every minute of it, but two weeks wasn't long enough.

"I feel like I didn't have this much stuff when we came here," I complained as I attempted to stuff all of my things into my suitcase.

Harry chuckled and looked back at me, "You didn't." I sat down on the top of the suitcase and tried to zip it with no luck. "I got it," Harry said sounding amused as he zipped the case without a problem. "You have a shopping problem," he teased.

I folded my arms, "I will admit that I may have gone overboard."

"That's the first step," Harry wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed me with hunger. Things were getting pretty heated, but I had to stop them. He groaned.

"We have a flight to catch," I reminded him slipping on the purple fleece jacket that matched my flare, fitted sweat pants.

Security was waiting for us at the London airport and so were fans. Luckily we got to the car without a delay. Harry unlocked the door to the flat and swooped me up in his arms before I could protest. I looked around the chic designed place and smiled. It was perfect.

"Mr. Styles you did a pretty good job," I commented as I walked to the cream sectional now that I was free.

"Only the best for my wife," Harry winked. Wife. That word never got old.

We had been back from Paris about a month and life was in full swing. The boys were in the studio and I was busy with classes. We were supposed to fly to the States for Thanksgiving and for an elite award show where One Direction was nominated. The week of we all flew out. Our massive party consisted of Zayn, Perrie, Niall, Liam, Danielle, Louis, Eleanor, Harry, and myself. That's along with members of management and security. While the luggage was unloaded, Perrie, Eleanor, Danielle, and I went to grab coffee and pastries. There were some fans and paps calling for our attention.

"Ah it's too early in the morning," Perrie complained quietly.

"Mixer headed your way in three, two, one," I informed her as the young fan approached. Perrie smiled at the girl and signed her poster.

"Justice do you want a scone?" Eleanor asked.

"Yes please," she smiled and turned back to the barista.

"Oh, what is he doing?" Danielle questioned looking over where Liam dancing, maybe.

"You are definitely the dancer in that relationship," Eleanor shook her head as we watched the disaster unfold. "Oh no," she gasped as Louis began his signature pat the dog screw the light bulb move.

"I'm looking away now before…" I trailed off as a wild Harry joined the dance party. "Why me God?" I whined.

Perrie laughed, "I think there sleep deprived." She commented as all of One Direction danced badly in the middle of the airport. She took a step forward, "We might as well join." We all shrugged and followed.

The awards ceremony was being held in LA. We arrived two nights before. Unfortunately the boys had to perform so us girls went exploring. I had been feeling kind of sick so before we left London I went to the doctor's. I didn't want to, but Katie talked some sense into me. She had joined us in LA as well.

We were headed to lunch when my phone range. I answered without checking to see who it was. "Hello?"

"Is this Mrs. Styles?" a British voice asked.

'Yes, this is Justice." I answered. Getting use to my new last name was odd.

"This is Patricia Horton calling from Dr. Scott's office. We have your lab results."

"Okay," I waited for the woman to continue.

"Ma'am you're pregnant," her smile could be heard.

"What?" I burst causing Katie look at me worriedly. "No way." I was shaking my head.

"Yes ma'am it is certain. Congratulations dear." She ended the call. I stood there on the LA sidewalk holding my phone in bewilderment.

"Justice are you okay?" Katie asked in a strained voice looking around for the rest of the girls.

"I think I'm going to be sick," I groaned leaning against brick wall.

"What's wrong?" she asked obviously freaked out.

I looked up at her with dark eyes, "I'm pregnant."

Katie smiled, "Seriously? That's so great!" She nearly yelled before realizing we were in public and lowering her voice. "I mean that's awesome. When are you going to tell Harry?"

"No idea," I answered lowering my head into my hands. After a few minutes I became aware of the spectators and decided it would be best to continue on.

One Direction won both of the awards they were nominated for. We went out to celebrate afterwards. I declined any alcohol, but no one found it weird. I wasn't much of a drinker.

"You look beautiful," Harry whispered in my ear as he toyed with the skirt of my black silk semi-formal dress that was fashioned in a maxi dress style. It even had a jewel stash.

"You don't look too bad yourself," I teased tugging at the black blazer. I still hadn't told him and we were flying to Decatur tomorrow. "Harry I need to…" I started, but that freaking Bieber kid coming to congratulate him cut me off.

"Thanks man," Harry accepted before Justin walked away. He turned to me, "Were you saying something love?" I had lost my mojo. I couldn't do it now, so shyly I smiled and shook my head. "Let's dance," Harry pulled me up from the booth we were sitting at.

Around two o'clock I was ready to hit the sheets, "Are you ready to go?" I asked him. "We have a flight to catch in the morning." Harry nodded. We said our goodbyes and left. When we got to the hotel I told myself to tell him, but I couldn't. So we went to bed, woke up in the morning, and flew to my hometown. The rental car was there. We went to the Madison hotel we were staying at, showered, and changed before heading to the house.

Kari ran up to us as soon as we were in the door. I could smell the delicious food being cooked. My family asked questions and we settled in. Thanksgiving dinner was served and family time continued.

"Look what I found," Chelle waved the Monopoly box before placing it on the table.

"I haven't played since the last time," Harry admitted.

Tyrique smiled, "Prepare to lose." The game began and lasted for a few hours. Finally Aerial came out victoriously.

"Good night," my mom called as Harry and I left out of the house.

"Bye Mom love you," I called back to her.

When we got to the hotel I immediately changed into my pajamas and crawled under the covers. Harry got in the bed and I snuggled up to his chest. He wrapped me in his arms.

"I had fun tonight," Harry spoke. "Your family is great."

"That's us. We're a large family, but great."

"Yeah you do have a lot of siblings. How did you do it?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I just know that I only want two kids."

Harry chuckled, "Two sounds like a good number." I could tell he would be sleep soon and this was my chance.

"Harry?" I asked tentatively.

"Hmm?"

I took in a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

"What?" he sat straight up in the bed. Shock was written all over his face. I smiled awkwardly. Now was the moment of truth.