Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Forty-One

Make sure to check out the last three chapters: 41, 42 and the epilogue. I'll post them all at once!

Two months later

Florence

I smoothed down the silver dress that I was wearing, looking at my side profile in the mirror. There was a sleeve cape that covered my shoulders and helped me cover up the smallest bump.

I was a little over three months now and honestly once that mark hit, I was able to enjoy my pregnancy a lot more. The first three months of pregnancy are always the most critical and in my case I think the whole nine months will be nerve-wracking. But since the first trimester has passed, I've felt a little bit more at ease.

Harry barged into the room, wide-eyed. His black, sparkly dress shirt was still wide open. Once his eyes locked with mine, he visibly dropped his shoulders with a sigh. "I didn't hear anything, was a bit worried," He sheepishly said, moving towards me.

Another thing that was getting on my nerves was Harry. Now that his tour has officially ended, he had no obligations anymore and was on a much-needed break. Well, he claimed so himself.

But he was constantly around the corner, tiptoeing around me and it made me absolutely mental. He was acting like an overprotective father/husband. I couldn't blame him at all but I wished he would give me a breather every once in a while.

"You look lovely," He murmured, quickly stealing a kiss from my lips before looking down at his bare chest. Immediately, my hands reached up and started buttoning up his shirt, leaving about three unbuttoned before looking up at him.

The car would probably be here any moment and the amount of stress I was currently feeling was anything but healthy.

"Thank you," I mused, my fingertips trailing along his chest. "Do you think I'll win tonight?"

Harry chuckled, his thumb gliding over my cheek, his smile brightening when he saw my stressed complexion. "You should win because you're the best actress that's on the list of nominations. And I'm not telling you this because I love you. I'm telling you this because you deserve it."

Before I could say anything, the loud noise off my phone reminded me that our car had arrived. I let out a shaky breath, locking one of my shaking hands with Harry's before we walked out the door and got in the car.

Once sat in the car, the nerves bundling in my stomach seemed to have doubled. Suddenly, I was doubting everything: from the way my hair was styled to the dress I was wearing. "If I sit like this, can you see my bump?"

"Florence," Harry trailed off slightly, his eyes moving down towards the small bump. "I don't care if people see tonight. But they won't. We've tried every angle in the dress and nothing showed your baby bump. You're fine."

"I just don't want the media to figure it out, we haven't even told our families. What if they see rumours because of some pictures tonight?"

"Relax," Harry murmured, moving over to the seat right next to me. "They're coming over tomorrow anyway. They're not going to make stories overnight and if they do, let them."

The car had pulled up to the red carpet, flashing lights and red carpets filled with well-known names filled our visions.

I didn't take time to enjoy the carpet and the questions that were thrown our way, the only thing I could focus on was the announcement of the nominees and what my speech was going to be like.

So everything passed by in a blur until Harry and I were seated next to some people I had done previous movies and series with.

The show hadn't started yet and to distract my mind, I looked around the place while Harry made small talk with the people that were sat close to us.