Harry Styles Mini Me

Ch.5 I'm going to watch over you, don't worry

I'm surprised when I get up that I'm actually a little hungry so I decide while Hazza gets ready for the studio I make myself some toast at least. I knock on the bathroom door as Haz starts singing Fleetwood Mac's Landslide. "Bub! I'm making some toast; you want anything?" He blows me a kiss as he notices me up and out of bed. "Bagel please." "Alright, baker man." He chuckles loud at me and I shut the door, smiling.

I shriek a little when Harry's long wet curls tickle my cheeks as he comes up behind me giving me a hug. As usual he's already dressed and waiting for me again. "How is my princess this morning?" He asks kissing my temple, not too subtly placing his large hand on my still non existent bump. "I feel fine right now but we'll see how long that lasts." I tell him, shivering from anxiety. He gives me a concerned look that with his long locks makes him look intimidating and hella scary. But he's just my Harry. He grips my shoulder, a reminder that he's right here. "Hon, if you don't want to go and you'd rather go back to bed, trust me I'll be anything but mad. Don't go just to try to make me happy."

I resist putting a finger to his lips. "Shut it, Harry Styles, I'm going. Besides, if shit hits the fan. It helps to be around you."

He uses his index finger to tip my chin to the side to look me in the eyes. "I love you." He whispers in that heavenly deep UK accent." I touch my nose to his. "Ditto." I smack his ass just to make him yelp. "Now let's go before we're late."

Halfway to the studio, Hazza checks on me every few seconds because he can tell I'm going a bit downhill. I'm doing my usual signs. Fidgeting to distract myself from the pain in my belly. Making anxious noises but making sure to keep my lips sealed shut. Pressing my hand over my mouth like that'll keep anything and everything in.

I'd really like to hold onto Harry's hand but since he's driving, I'm gripping at the center console so hard my knuckles are white.

"Baby... If you need to..." I lean my head against the window. I really need a Sprite.. "Seriously shut up, just give me a second." I hiss at him. He just intertwines our fingers giving me an anchor and sighs.

Once in the studio parking lot I'm so grateful I could kiss the asphalt because soon I can lay on a couch and hopefully settle my rocky stomach. I lean down, hands on my knees hoping to catch my breath and do anything but puke but lo and behold, I start heaving up the one slice of toast I made myself eat that morning. "Jeez babe." Harry says rubbing my back sympathetically. "You still sure about this?" He pulls his phone out, ready to call an Uber at my request. "Yeah, I want to be around you. I know I'm g-gross but c-could I get a hug?" He smiles, pulling me in wordlessly, kissing me on the forehead before pulling me all the way against his body.

We sway for a minute, me loving feeling wrapped up and safe with this man wrapping me in his love and gentleness. He pulls me back and says, "I'll always watch over you don't worry."

Once Inside, Mitch takes one look at me and asks Harry what the fuck he thought he was doing bringing me here since in his words 'I look like I could pass out any minute'. Sarah comes over and gives me a side hug before whispering to ask if I need anything. She knows just how clingy I get when I don't feel good so she understands, wherever my Haz goes, I go.

Harry puts his in-booth headphones on arguing with his guitarist while sweet Sarah tucks me in on the leather studio couch, offering me earplugs in case I don't want to listen to Harry sing and a cold Sprite from the mini fridge.

Once Sarah, Mitch, the band and Harry set the plan for the day, Harry comes over and tucks the blanket around my feet like I like which I suspect he's only doing to earn a smile. He then kisses my head, leaving his lips on my skin a minute too long obviously checking my temperature before finding a trashcan to set near my head and finally whispering, "Tell Gio if you need me okay? Or if we're being too loud or you want to be taken home. Don't hesitate. I only care about you, the rest can wait okay." I smile at him and push him back. "'Kay, you're so in daddy mode. You're hovering Hazza, I want to hear you sing! Go!" He smiles and blows me a kiss before locking himself and his band in the booth.

Twenty minutes later, I'm snoozing away, grateful that H tucked my feet like I like.