Knocked Up II. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 19

Two weeks later

I hear people chatting downstairs, the music is loud even from here. We are throwing a little party today to celebrate their last album. They just finished recording it, it's time for a celebration. It's nostalgic, seeing it from this perspective. I know everyone is feeling the same way. The end of an era.

At least, for now.

They had fun, they made memories they will never forget, they traveled the world on and on thanks to their music. They made history. That's why they deserve a first goodbye celebration.

I promised Harry I was going to be with him and have a good time, that even with this huge bump I was going to be there with him. Just that I'm taking my time getting ready. If I walk too fast I get tired.

"I think you're ready." Lou says, she wanted to help me with my hair. I have been so tired lately, I can't even have my arms holding the weight of the curling iron without feeling that I'm lacking air.

"You have magical hands, you know?" I check the curls of my hair. I look really good.

"I know." She winks at me. "I will see ya downstairs alright?"

I nod at her, I still have to get dressed. It has been like an hour or so since everyone got here.

When I finally finish, I walk to Jack's nursery. Martha's in there reading her book, Jack is sitting by his crib biting on a toy. I think I can go and have a nice little time downstairs. I leave without interrupting their little cloud of peace.

Once I'm downstairs I greet some people and cross some family faces. I find Lou and I sit with her and some friends. I feel a bit tired from walking so I ask for some water and sit down.

The group is talking about a time they were in Rome, they went partying and Joe, from staging, got so drunk that called a cab and told the driver that he was staying in a hotel that wasn't the one they were staying. He ended up sleeping on the lobby. We laugh, and they continue telling stories.

I'm focused on the conversation but it's now that I remember that I haven't seen Harry. I look around but his face is not around. Maybe he's outside.

"Have you seen Harry?" I ask Lou, just for her to hear.

"Last time I spotted him he was with Jeff doing shots." She replies, I nod.

I decide to go look for him. First, I stop for a bathroom break and also I stay by the kitchen to grab a bite. Then, I walk outside to look for Harry. There's more people than I imagined were coming.

People look at me as if I was an alien. It makes me feel weird, I do feel out of place, but since I don't know the majority of the people that are here, I decide to not mind them. I don't find Harry out here.

I was about to give up, but then I find Jeff. He looks wasted.

"Hey, hey." I stand in front of him, he has a weird look on his face that it makes me laugh. "You okay?"

"I don't know. Am I? Are you?" He says, his body swings to one side. "Are we ever?"

"Alright philosopher. Let's sit down, yeah?" I say, guiding him to a chair. I sit as well, my feet hurt.

"You're huge." He says without controlling himself. "Like, I'm afraid you're going to explode."

"You're very drunk." I chuckle, he is being far too honest. "When was the last time you saw Harry?" I decide to just ask.