Something Greater (Something Great 2)

Chapter 72

Jen's POV (36 Weeks)

My due date was getting closer and closer, and every passing day I felt a little more stressed that I wasn't prepared for the baby's arrival.

Aside from the fact it was impossible for me to get comfortable enough to sleep at night, I had my impending labour on my mind, making me toss and turn more than I usually did.

Harry was a heavy sleeper, so my movements didn't seem to bother him. He knew better than to fall asleep holding me at this stage, I didn't want to be touched during the night, and I would have woken him numerous times if he even attempted.

We had another pregnancy class booked in for the morning. I was hoping that would prepare me more, and make me feel better about being a first time parent. I'm sure it was perfectly normal to feel pre motherhood nerves, I just wished I had a best friend that wasn't a male to help me though it.

I missed Bella some days, I missed the support she gave me, and her just being a room away when I needed her. Whenever I missed her though, I just remembered what she did to me. She was sleeping with the enemy, the guy that built my walls up against love, then she told the media about something so personal.

With the longing for her friendship came resentment, and that overpowered any desire to want to fix things with her. I didn't care if I would regret it in ten years time not forgiving her, because what she did to me was unforgivable.

Tonight was not my night- my brain was on overdrive thinking the most negative of thoughts. Harry was asleep beside me, he looked so peaceful and relaxed.

It wasn't often I got to watch him sleep, but since the pregnancy started keeping me awake, I got to witness it more often than not. Watching him, having him next to me, kept my mind off all the bad things, and reminded me how lucky I was to have him.

When we first met I would have never imagined nearly two years on we would be here- me pregnant, and him beside me. Looking at him was what gave me my inner peace, and made me feel safe knowing I had someone to protect me for the rest of my life.

I knew millions of girls around the world wanted him, and would do anything to have him, but he only wanted me and that made me feel special. I didn't know what it was about me that he craved and longed for so much, enough to make him wait seven months to have me back, but I didn't take it for granted.

His fans often tweeted me saying how "hot" he was and how lucky I was, I did agree I was lucky there was no doubt about it, but he wasn't hot, not to me anyway.

It was such a simple word, it had no depth to it. The sun was hot, a boiling kettle is hot, anything that radiates warmth is labeled hot, to me it wasn't a compliment, it was just another word.

He was more than hot to me. His soul was like no other, the way he looked at me and spoke to me was everything a girl only dreamed for in a man. His touch gave me butterflies, his genuine concern and need to help others filled my heart with pride, his laugh was my favourite sound in the world, and his smile was my favourite sight.

He was selfless, giving, my protector, my security blanket and my home. No single word in the English speaking dictionary could sum up what Harry Styles was, but beautiful came close to what I would describe him as. Physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally beautiful.

I would be a fool to say he wasn't the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on. He was a walking cliché- tall, dark and handsome. His eyes sparkled green, his long dark hair would normally be something I wouldn't be turned on by in males, but on him it suited perfectly.

His skin tone put mine to shame, I was pale in comparison to him majority of the year, which made his tattoos pop even more. His body was more toned now than I'd ever known it to be, which made me envious since my body was at the worst it had ever been right now.