Anna || HS

Anna 2- CHAPTER 16

~August 2017~

Harry- 23
Anna- 23 (20-23 weeks pregnant)
August- 9 Months

~August 1st, 2017~

Harry POV:

"Good morning, my darlings," mum cheerily greets us at the airport, where Paul helps her out of the car and towards the staircase for the jet. Anna and I asked mum if she wanted to come along with us to Sofie's wedding in New York, and she welcomed the distraction, as well as the chance to play Nana Anne for an entire week.

"Hi mum," I respond, as I come in to hug her for the first time since we left Holmes Chapel after the funeral. I know she has been grieving in her own way, but her warmth and genuine happiness is still contagious, and I hope that I can catch some of it over this next week with her.

I also have a meeting with Dr. Holcombe while I am in New York, which I know will help immensely. I know this because I have already talked with her via Skype twice. While I was on the Dunkirk press tour, Jeff cornered me. I can count, on my hands, the number of times that he has had to sit me down and tell me to pull my shit together. On the flight between New York and L.A., we had another one of those conversations.

Since they don't happen often, and have never been unwarranted, I listen when they do.

{Flashback to the conversation with Jeff}

"Harry, I can't imagine what you are going through, and I might be overstepping, but Paul is worried, and frankly I am, too." he says as he sits down next to me on the jet. I have been keeping my distance, living in my own little world, as I try to do my job. I don't have the time to properly deal with Robin's death one minute and smile on red carpets or for interviews the next.

"Paul said something?" I ask, knowing that if Paul picked up on it, I must be doing a shit job of hiding things.

"Yeah. He warned me that you have been distant and," he says, but then shakes his head like he doesn't want to say the next part.

"Just say if."

"Well, he is the one home with Anna. She's worried and he says you have been distant with her, too."

"Fuck." I say as I let my head fall into my palm of my hand before I run it through my hair. "I just... I didn't want to stress her out or... with the baby. She already has enough to deal with and she doesn't need..." I try to speak but can't even get my thoughts out. Now I am halfway around the world, halfway through this fucking press tour and I feel like I can't do anything right for anyone.

"Listen, H. Anna loves you, and every time you have called her she has been nothing but supportive, but Paul is the one on the ground at home with her and she is worried out of her mind."

"I don't know how to do this. I'm not trying to push people away, but its like if I deal with his death, like really let myself feel what I need to feel, I will be broken and unable to do my job, let a lone be a good father or husband."

"No offense, H, but it doesn't sound like holding it all in has Anna fooled, and I am not fooled either. You have to deal with it, or your breakdown is going to happen when you can't afford it, and it is going to put you in a really bad place when it does."

"I know..."

"No, Harry, I know. I have been there to pick up the pieces when it happened before. I don't care who, but you need to talk to someone. You need to start processing it. You need to stop trying to pretend everything is fine, because it's not."

{End of flashback}

Anna is sitting on the edge of the couch feeding August. He's started to nurse less, so these moments are not as frequent, but it has always helped his ears when flying. "Hello, my loves." I greet her, kissing her on the cheek as I snuggle in with my body tight up against the side of hers. She leans some of her weight against me, resting her head on my shoulders as she keeps her focus on our son.