On Tour [HS]

Two

Love On Tour

♫ Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley

"Winnie?"

I peel my eyes from where they'd been trained on the floor, looking up at Harry who stands a few feet away with his jaw dropped, shock portrayed on his sharp features. "What are you doing here?!" Excitement entwines in his tone, a happy smile spreads over his lips as he bounds forwards like an excitable puppy, somehow still having bundles of energy despite spending almost two hours dancing on stage.

He glances down at my tummy, eyes widening more. "What are you doing here, pregnant?"

Another contraction begins to ripple through my body, I can't focus on greeting him the way I'd imagined when I decided to attend. Instead I'm speaking through clenched teeth, leaning on Anne for support. "What am I doing here in fucking labour?"

"Oh–!" I hear his voice still a few feet from me, however, he rushes across the small distance to aid his mother in holding me up. The warmth that radiates from his body soothes me but is also incredibly uncomfortable considering I'm already sweating uncontrollably yet I don't want him to stop - the contact sparks a feeling in my chest. "You're alright, we'll get you to the hospital, yeah?"

I slip a little more into his arms, my head finding his sweaty shoulder but the material of his sparkly jacket scratches at my bare skin. Trying to keep my breathing level while listening to the fast heavy thump of his heart is hard, it's almost like he's just finished running a marathon.

Feathering my eyes shut, I rely on him and Anne to keep me upright. We're right by the entrance to the stage, the chattering crowds singing along to a song I can't quite distinguish despite it being extremely prominent due to our close proximity.

"You ca-can't come." I murmur, hoping I'm heard over the crowds.

Contradicting myself by burying myself deeper into the crook of his neck, brushing my nose against his glistening skin when the height of this contraction wrecks my body. I groan in pain, my breath fanning against his skin while his hand smooths softly down my back in time with Anne's.

"Hey... I'll be with you so mum can drive, I don't want you to sit alone." His whisper stays steady, "but I won't come if you really don't me to."

As the pain begins to subside, people from the crew backstage begin to approach the three of us clearly worried but they direct their questions to Anne, she's the adult in the situation, Harry's mother who everyone seems to opt to speak to instead of us.

"Your little stalkers might see." I mutter, the contraction has worn off but I feel too fragile to face reality outside of the crook of Harry's sweaty neck.

The sweetest sound of laughter bubbles from his chest, amused while he leans down to rest his cheek against the top of my head - I feel like a cradled baby in his arms. "Still a comedian I see."