Am I Too Late? » l.s. (mpreg)

Chapter 3: Concerned

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Harry's POV:

June 28, 2014

Nausea. That's all I've been feeling for the past two weeks. By this time, it's kind of like a routine for me. Wake up with an urge to vomit and then feel better after that.

"Love? We need to get going soon," I heard Louis yell through the bathroom door, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"I'll be there soon," I responded back.

I walked out of the shower and put on my outfit for the day, which consisted of a plain white tee with a flannel over it and a pair of black jeans.

When I got to our hotel room, I found Louis, who was sitting on the hotel bed waiting for me as usual. He looked up from his phone when I walked a few steps into the room.

He placed his phone in one of his pockets in his jeans and walked up to me, giving me a hug and a quick peck on the lips. "Are you alright love?" he asked as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Yeah," I replied. I couldn't help, but smile at his concern for me. Even though it was normal for partners to get concerned for the other, I always found it endearing.

He used his other hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist to brush some of my loose curls to the side. "We better get going soon or else Liam will start calling us and asking where we are," he acknowledged.

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We were now rehearsing our setlist in preparation of our San Siro concert. So far, there hasn't been too much trouble, except for the occasional moment when I needed a trash bin.

"Alright boys, just remember where you're supposed to be on stage tonight and you'll be good," Paul Roberts, our choreographer, told us as we started taking our in-ear monitors and receiver pack off.

"They'll be fine Paul," Helene, who was also watching our rehearsal, assured, "Besides, I'm pretty sure the fans like when the boys are unpredictable."

"I still can't believe the number of times their fans have let them get away with being so chaotic," Paul responded.

"At least their fans find it amusing," Helene answered.

"Who finds what amusing?" Louis asked as he walked up to us.

"Helene was just telling Paul about how our fans let us get away with being chaotic," Niall explained.

"They're a dedicated bunch aren't they? They still stay with us even with all the rumors the media likes to put out," Louis acknowledged.

"At least it's assuring to know our fans will stay with us til the end," Zayn expressed.

"Well, they had accepted our terrible outfits in 2010, so I'm sure it'll take a lot for our fans to stop supporting us," Liam reasoned.

While we had been talking about our fans, Paul and Helene had walked off, probably to ensure tonight's show is just as good as our previous ones.

"Lads, as much as I know our fans are supportive and dedicated, I need some food," Niall commented as he got off the stage and started walking backstage. Probably off to find the catering room.

Louis wrapped his right arm around my waist. "If you two don't mind, I'll be needing my boyfriend for a while," he admitted while he started dragging me off stage.

The last thing I heard was "Babe...watch a movie together?..." from Liam, but I wasn't sure if what I heard is what I think I heard since me and Louis were pretty far from the stage. I didn't look back to see who Liam was talking to in fear of tripping over my own feet and or that I'll run into something or someone.