The fashion show is tonight.
Harry and I flew to New York two days ago and I've been so busy running around I sometimes forget Harry is with me.
Like right now, at the show.
"Hunter! Where's Laxi?" I yell at Hunter as he rushes by.
"In the bathroom she got a little sick." he tells me and I nod.
He continues on and I sit back down in my chair.
"Stop stressing babe." Harry says next to me as he pulls me into his arms.
"I cant." I huff.
"It's not good for the baby." he whispers in my ear and i sigh.
"Your right."
"Harry styles is always right." he kisses my temple.
"Miss. Reeb we need your help." A voice says and I stand up from Harry.
"Duty calls." I say and Harry sighs before following me to a model.
My mother rushes by with a bunch of other people following her while squawking orders to one another as I grab a few needles and resew the dress.
"The show starts in five minutes!" Someone shouts and I drop a pin.
"Shit." I curse as I bend down to pick it up.
My back hurts so much but go through the pain. Harry actually grabs it before me and helps me stand straight.
"Someone else is going to have to do this." Harry says as he hands the needle to someone else.
"Hunter." I yell and he walks over with a concerned look.
"What's wrong love? What's wrong with the baby?" He asks frantically.
"Nothing." I say through gritted teeth. "My back hurts so-"
"I'll take care of it. Take your seat in the crowd." he says.
"Are you sure?" I ask but before he can reply Harry drags me along to the stage.
We go through an exit door and Down a set of steps to the seats. People take pictures of Harry and I as we sit down. I stretch as Harry slings his arm around my shoulders.
"You okay?" Harry asks as he massages my shoulder.
"My back hurts." I tell him honestly.
"I'm sorry baby."
"Why do you always say that?" I ask as I lean my head against his shoulder.
"Because I'm the one that got you pregnant." he says and I look up at him.
"Harry-"
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 2014 fall jewel fashion show, Sponsored by pepsi." the announcer says.
My mother walks over and sits behind me as Hunter sits on my other side with Lance next to him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the 2014 New York segment." the announcer says and I start bouncing my leg.
The models walk down the runway while people clap and I look behind me to my mom who's watching the models with a smile on her face.
I turn back around and Harry Puts a hand on my thigh before leaning toward me.
"Calm down babe. Don't stress yourself out." Harry says and I nod.
After all of the models from the New York branch the scenery changes to Big Ben and I suck in a breath.
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L.A girls (H.S)
FanfictionHe thought girls of L.A were self-centered, over confident, brats. Until he met her. She thought boys of L.A we're the cocky, rude, guys that only thought about sex. Until she met him.