Salute » Harry Styles

Chapter 37

Most parts of this chappie are from datblonde17's Zerrie version of Salute called Little Me. I wrote in a little more to this chappie than her version because the lengths of our chappies are a bit different. And if you already haven't read Little Me, you should! Xxx
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The next three months passed by quickly. But the best part of those three months were relaxing with Harry. I visited Eleanor, Louis, Liam, Jesy, Leigh-Anne, Zayn and Perrie --with Harry of course --many times and I am just thankful no drama happened in those visits. It seems like whenever I visit anyone, friends or not, something horrible ends up happening.

Hopefully that will not happen today either.

"There are so many leaves out here, it's ridiculous," Perrie says, her protruding belly in the way as she tries her best to rake the fallen leaves. Perrie is now nine months into her pregnancy which means she can go into labor any minute now. And that thought alone is terrifying.

I am not sure why Perrie thought it was a great idea to rake the fallen leaves, especially when she can give birth right when we are doing so. Both Zayn and I tried to negotiate with her, trying to make her do something relaxing like watch a movie while Harry and I are here to visit but she was adamant with the thought of enjoying the fresh air outside.

"Well, that's what happens when the seasons change," I say with a shrug. A leaf falls onto my head and I shake it off. (A/N: where are all of my Swifties at?)

While I wrestle the leaves off of the end of the rake, Perrie pokes me with the end of her own rake. I laugh, poking --very lightly mind you --at her swollen belly. She glares playfully at me and swings the rake at my legs which I thankfully dodge by jumping.

"You could have killed me!" I say. Okay maybe I am exaggerating but still.

Perrie just laughs and then starts balancing the end of the rake onto her hand. Is this what pregnancy does to a woman?

The rake falls off of her hand poorly and I laugh at her in a mocking tone. "Why don't you try it yourself?" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. I take her up on her offer and attempt to do her same actions. The rake falls right off my hand and onto the pile of leaves. Perrie just snickers and I throw a few leaves at her direction.

A gust of wind comes towards us, blowing our hair away as well as causing the leaves to topple down from the trees.

"You missed some!" Harry yells from inside Zayn's home. Harry and Zayn stand side by side watching us rake from the window --because they are too fucking lazy to help us out --whilst talking amongst themselves.

"I fucking know!" I yell back and he grins down at me. Looking down at the new pile of leaves, I mumble, "bloody hell."

"Why don't they come down and help us?" Perrie questions, picking a leaf from her hair.

I rake the leaves into the old pile. "I don't know, because they're lazy." Raking is not as easy as it looks. That or I am just horrible at it.

Perrie sighs, dropping her rake to the side. "This is boring, I thought this would be entertaining and kill time but I was wrong." She rubs her stomach softly.

"What seemed entertaining to you about raking?" I ask in disbelief, laughing a bit as I drop my own rake to the side.

She shrugs, looking off into the distance where the forest is. Why does Zayn live near a forest?