Angel- Saving Faith One Shots

Tour Part 2

Faith's P.O.V:

Can a women not get a coffee?

I continue to shove and push through the men all holding cameras; my belly was huge and it was getting a little hard to walk.

Can they not let a pregnant women get a coffee?

I rub my tummy, trying to ease the kicks. The men don't seem to care that I am pregnant and nearly due, they just shove themselves in my way. All I want to do is scream at every single one of them; but I've been told not too. The only best thing to do Tyler said is, 'just push through them, yelling at them will only make them tempt you more'. 

I see a few police men hanging around the strip of streets and I mentally pray one of them would come over and help me. The kicks in my stomach are only keep getting harder and the cramps in my back are unbearable. If something were to happen to me, Harry would freak out because I had left out while he was doing sound check, without letting anyone know.

"Move!" I hear a voice shout and suddenly the paparazzi step back as they are being shoved by the police men. One of them comes over and makes sure I'm alright, "Are you okay Miss?" His Mexican accent is filled with concern. He eyes my stomach and then looks back at me with eyes of worry.

I nod politely, a thankful smile on my face, "Thank you, a lot."

He nods back in response, "Do you need help getting somewhere Miss?"

"No, it's okay. The shop is just down there." I point towards a small corner cafe. The officer bids me farewell before walking off. I let out a small sigh and then head off to the cafe, for my coffee.

I enter the shop, welcomed by the smell of fresh coffee. The cashier greets me in Mexican but then picks up that I am not from here. "What can I get you?" She musters up her best English which is surprisingly really good. I order my coffee and small piece of cake before handing her money.

My order is given to me shortly after and I take a seat right next to the window. I pull out my phone as I sip on the hot coffee I've been dying for. I scroll through Instagram after quickly tweeting something. I realise that my followers are starting to boost up which makes me feel a little proud.

I remember how Harry talked me into getting Twitter. I only ever had Instagram, Facebook and Tumblr; Twitter really never interested me. But ever since I signed up for it, I've been addicted. Harry's always telling me off for always being on my phone but I always tell him it's his fault for telling me to get it.

"Thought I'd find you here." A familiar voice speaks from in front of me. I look up and are met by the green eyes of Gemma.

"Take a seat Gem." I smile at her; moving my bag off the chair which she thanks me for.

"Harry is freaking out." I knew she was going to mention something about Harry freaking out.

"Off coarse he is." I roll my eyes which makes Gemma chuckle.

"He just wants you to be safe, that's all. You know, because of the baby. He wants to make sure your always alright." She squeezes my hand, a sincere smile on her face.

"I know, but I just wanted to get out for a little."

She nods her head, "I understand. I'll shoot him a quick text telling him that your with me and your fine so that he can relax."

"Thanks Gem, your a gem." I wink which makes us both laugh at my ridiculous joke.