crescent [h.s]

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Harry Styles

With our hands connected, we walk down the stairs together, meeting Delilah and Elijah in the living room.

Delilah whistles at us as we're revealed to them both, Aurora laughing, "Oh fuck yeah! Honestly you guys, just facetime me every morning and I'll pick out your outfits for you both."

"Yeah," I laugh, "you should've been a personal stylist."

Pursing her lips, she nods, "If I didn't do what I do, I definitely would've done that. However," she claps her hands together, a smirk on her lips, "if I didn't open my beautiful company, then you two boys wouldn't have jobs, and therefore, wives."

Elijah bursts out laughing as I shrug, "Touché."

Delilah is back with her film camera, pointing at me and Aurora, "Okay photo time, the limo is two minutes away."

I tuck Aurora into my side and lean my hand on her stomach as I press a kiss to her cheek in the photo, making her face scrunch up.

We return the favour, Elijah bending down and pressing a kiss to Delilah's small bump through her lilac form fitted dress with a feather hem line.

He stands up straight again, pressing another kiss to Delilah's lips before he takes the camera off me, his tie matching the colour of Delilah's dress, as do his painted nails.

We all pile into the limo with 'Vogue' plastered on the side, my leg bouncing up and down as we drive along the highway to the event.

Aurora places her hand on my knee, whispering into my ear as she brings my other arm around her back and holds our connected hands over her stomach, "You're gonna be okay, baby. Me and your baby are here for you, okay? You'll never be alone when we're with you."

"Hmm," I lean into her more, stroking her covered stomach, trying to say hello to my second little one, "Thank you. Please don't leave me tonight."

"I won't tonight," she kisses my cheek, "I won't ever."

We arrive at the venue after a 20 minute drive, Aurora gripping onto my hand with all her strength as we walk into the fancy ass looking building with high walls and gold painted aspects.

It's a beautiful building.

My front cover and photos shown through the magazine are up on projected lights all around the plain white walls, hundreds of people here, already conversing with drinks in their hands.

We follow Delilah towards one of the executives she knows, them turning around to me with a wide smile and their hand stuck out. After introducing themselves, they smile, "I can't wait to talk to you all evening Mr Styles, I have so many questions about your work. Let me grab you all a drink first though!"

They scurry off along the dark flooring, Aurora's eyes focussed on my work all around the room, "You're so talented Harry... I'm not surprised they threw this entire event for you."

I laugh, tugging her into my chest even more, "It's not just for me."

"Is in my eyes."

The executive returns, four champagne flutes in their hands, "One for each of you."

Me and Aurora share a quick look as she's passed the alcoholic drink, Delilah coming up behind us, stealing the champagne flute and whispering to Aurora only, "I'm getting us a lemonade."

***

On the way to the hospital, I run my hand up and down Aurora's thigh, catching a glimpse of her stomach that still looks the same as it always does; but knowing nothing is the same as it was.