Songbird [H.S]

THIRTY-THREE

Early December - 30 weeks pregnant

It was moving day.

Louis had officially packed up all his things, shoved them in the back of his car and driven them off to his new home with Ben. Tears were shed, Louis promised he'd call every day and now all that was left was his empty childhood bedroom.

Harry had just finished an after-school shift at work and was beginning to move his stuff into the Tomlinson house. It had taken a little bit of convincing for Anne to let her youngest son to move out but she had no choice but to give in considering he was an adult now.

Marley would say moving day was going incredibly well.

Harry would say the complete opposite.

He was exhausted, having had full days at college and busy evening shifts at the diner. He hadn't been sleeping very well as he spent all his free time painting his submissions for the college Christmas Showcase and it was all starting to catch up on him.

His tired muscles groaned as he carried another heavy cardboard box up the narrow stairway, dropping it on the floor as soon as he could to relieve himself from the ache that was setting in. Harry could barely keep his eyes open but he needed to move his stuff in as soon as possible otherwise they'd be rushing to get the rooms ready for Josie in time. He was still in his dirty work uniform, his curls tied back in a tiny bun to prevent them falling in his face as he wanted to get started straight away. He should have asked Zayn or Mitch to give him a hand.

Marley, being thirty weeks pregnant, was not allowed to help with the heavy lifting and had settled herself comfortably on her bed with a bowl of cherries resting on her bump as she watched her boyfriend struggle. Occasionally she couldn't help herself but comment on what he was doing - telling him to move stuff around or leave somewhere else.

It was starting to wind Harry up.

"Jesus Christ Harry, how much shit have you got?" She rolled her eyes at the number of boxes scattered across her bedroom floor, seemingly multiplying before her eyes. Harry stared at her blankly, taking a deep breath as he watched her shove a cherry in her mouth instead of helping him start to unpack.

"Maybe if you actually cleared out some of your stuff like I asked, it won't seem like so much!" Harry didn't mean to snap at the girl, he was just so tired that he wanted to get this finished with and crawl into bed.

"I did clear stuff out!" The blonde immediately frowned, only making Harry scoff in disbelief. He knew that Marley had gotten bored after a couple of minutes and given up because her room was exactly how it had been when he left for college in the morning. It wasn't like she was at work all day either because Mitch had shut the record shop for a few days due to maintenance work.

"What, a couple of old t-shirts? Where am I supposed to put all my painting stuff? My clothes?"

"Why did you bring your painting stuff? You can't paint around the baby, the chemicals are bad."

"I'm moving in Marley, I can't have half my stuff at my house and half here!" Harry was struggling to keep his voice quiet, the tired frustration starting to get too much as Marley continued to be difficult. All he wanted was for her to help him out a little, not with the heavy stuff but she wasn't bed-bound. She could still do a bit of tidying up.

"But there's no fucking room Harry! You haven't even started putting up the baby's crib or shelves, who knows how much space that will take up."

The moment Marley started reminding him of all the stuff he still had to do on top of everything else, he really had to stop himself from losing it. He threw the box that was in his arms on the ground harshly and kicked it along the floor to join the growing pile in an attempt to let out some of his frustration.