For Your Eyes Only [h.s.]

Ch. 81 - The Present

Adelaide Styles
August 29, 2022
The London Townhouse

"Are we sure? There's no possibility of my getting those back before the trial?" I ask our solicitor after consulting with the team. There are packed boxes all around me, our making the move to the new Country House as quickly as possible before Harry leaves tomorrow for the first of the residencies. I feel so incredibly pregnant, sitting here, barely able actually cross my legs with my stomach having suddenly ballooned for some reason. It's comical me here on the ground with my phone falling between my shoulder and ear. 

"Babe, have you seen my- oh sorry!" Harry whisper shouts when he notices the phone in my hands. 

I shrug my shoulders as Ryane explains I won't be getting any of my journals back until after the trial concludes. Harry apologetically settles on the bed and waits patiently. 

"No that makes sense, I understand. Thanks for taking the call, and your understanding Ryane. I'll talk with you soon about trial prep." 

When we hang up the tears come.

"Ohh, no no, baby, please, you'll get them back. We just need to be patient. I'll buy you all new journals you can have. Screw the old ones, they're probably so gross anyway..."

"But... but, I kept them through all of it and I wrote so much about Annie in them... He said he would give them to you so I wrote to you. I need them back." I say between the sobs. 

"Oh God Adelaide, please no more crying, you're killing me babe, come here." Harry grabs me from the ground and helps me up to the bed, sitting on his lap. "Hey, hey. Shhh. Please don't cry. We just have to wait a bit longer, I promise we'll get them and I'll ready everything you wrote me."

He rocks me back and forth and eventually the pregnancy-hormone induced moment of emotion passes, although I enjoy being in his arms like this so much that I don't indicate to him that it has. 

"Feeling better?" He asks, the suspicion evident in his tone. 

I shrug my shoulders again, praying my ambiguity keeps me here for a little while longer. 

"Just want a cuddle then?" He asks, knowingly. The man can read my mind. 

"Yes, please." I admit, sniffling a bit. We both shift up the bed and find a comfortable entwined position for a few minutes before Harry breaks the silence surrounding us. 

"Still feeling ok with the move?" He asks. 

I nod in his arms. "And you still want to come on the tour?" He sounds so genuinely nervous, it's sometimes so easy to forget he can be like this. He works so hard to be a sounding board for everyone around him.

"Of course I do, I promise. Plus, we have an entire month before Annie joins us to finish things up at the new place. I want to be with you." I tell him, honestly and aware of how nervous he still is when I'm not with him. "I can order nursery items online you know."

I mean, I love and adore him more than anything in this world, but even I need some alone time. Harry asked if I would pee the other day but keep the bathroom door open so we "could keep each other company." He's gone a bit nutty. 

"Ok." He exhales, and I know he needed the cuddle as much as I did. "Ok then."

"H, stop worrying. The Townhouse is nearly packed, and the team has the rest covered and will take care of opening up the Country House. Macey is already moved out, Niall helped her so much. We have two days until the first show opens things up. We have all of tomorrow to pack my things, and your personal stuff. It's all covered."