Our Little Girl ~H.S.

8

Julie

I wake up because I hear Harry.. He's talking.. and he sounds a bit fed up or angry..

I roll over in bed, for once not feeling like I need to run and vomit immediately.. and I look over and see my boyfriend pacing with his phone to his ear.

"Yeah, but you said we had three more weeks!" He whines into the phone.. then the other end speaks.. and he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I've got a lot going on! I cannot just.." he stops suddenly and listens then he says "have you spoken to the others?" ... "Really?" ... "Whatever.. I have to get off of here.. I've got shit to do today.. Yeah." ... "Bye, Paul." 

He hands up and groans and sets his phone on the dresser.

"Baby.. what's going on? Why're you all upset?" I asked quietly from the bed

He turned and walked over then got on his knees on the floor so his chin was resting on the bed, right by my face.

"I love you.. so much" He says quietly

I reach over and play with his hair

"I love you too.. but tell me what's going on.." I tell him

"well.. they.. we.." he shuts his eyes, obviously frustrated, and he takes a deep breath before saying "We were supposed to have three weeks left of break.. then the two months would be over and we'd go on tour.. but they've moved tour up. And.. well.." 

He takes my hand in his, stopping me from playing with his curls, and he says "Tour starts next weekend.. We've got one full week of rehearsals, practices, then we're getting on a plane and flying to the states for tour"

I stared, shocked, and I tightened my grip on his hand..

"Harry.. Are we using to the tour bus in the states?" I asked nervously

"Yes. I made sure of it. We'll only take a plane from here to Wyoming.. then we'll be using the bus." He nods.

"Good.. because I can't fly after this.." I tell him..

then his eyes go wide and he says "but.. how will we get back to London then?"

Shit. 

After an entire day of both of us thinking, planning, worrying.. I randomly blurted out "We've gotta just.. stay in the states to have the baby." 

Harry looks up at me from his phone and nods.. "Exactly.. and.. well, I've actually been thinking about getting a house in New York or maybe LA.. Just so we have somewhere to go if we're gonna do shows or tours near there.. So.." He pauses and I say "So we can stay there until the baby's born.. maybe.. even a little after.. then we'll have our house here in London aswell."

"Right" he nods to me

"So.. it's settled.. After the four months of tour, we stay in LA or New York and have our baby.. then come to London and... yeah." I sum everything up.

"Yeah." he agrees.. then we share a smile and a few loving kisses.. 

"When do we tell the boys now, since tour has been moved up?" I asked quietly..

"I think we tell them soon. Before the end of the week.. because they'll need to be more careful with you from now on.. You're 2 months now, right?" He says

"Uh.. pretty much, yeah" I nod

"Okay.. so.. We'll tell them Friday. We leave for America Saturday" He nods

"Okay.. so, how're we telling them?" I asked now

"Uh.. what's a cute way we could tell them?" Harry asks as he pushes his hair off his shoulders, down to his back to get it out of his way

"We could.. OH! I know! It'll be hilarious" I grin 

"Okay, lets here it." Harry grins, obviously happy about me having an idea that'll make the guys laugh, and us too..