Project Cliffside

Eleven

I awake to Harry shouting at someone outside. My heart starts racing immediately as I realise that he never actually shouts at anyone. I stretch, tiptoeing outside. My heart drops and I feel a wave of nausea as I notice he has my phone in his hand.
"Don't call this number again." He says before ending the call. He sighs then turns around, jumping when he sees me.
"Who was that, love?" I say, my voice cracking due to me just waking up.
He sighs, cracking his knuckles. "Your parents. They called four times and you didn't wake up, and obviously we had a full on day yesterday with finding out we're going to be parents so I didn't want to w- shit. Did I wake you up?"
I nod. "You never shout."
"I know I don't. They've treated you like shit though, and you're my girl who means the world to me."
That melts my heart. I smile sleepily, but also wonder how I didn't notice them calling.
"What time is it?"I ask him, rubbing my eyes.
"2am. I'm going back to bed, do you want to cuddle?"
I nod, accepting the offer. We both climb into bed and I slide against his chest, curling into a ball. He wraps his arms around me, drawing circles on my sensitive lower back. I shiver, giggling softly.
"Does that tickle?"
"Yeah, it does." I laugh.

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Niall: Hey, you up?
Niall: Harry?

**five minutes later**

Niall: Harry, im breaking into your hut.
Harry: Gosh, Niall. Me and Fiz were asleep.
Niall: It's 12pm.
Harry: We didn't fall asleep till 3.
Niall: I wonder why.
Harry: Her dicks of parents called begging to see her so I said to stop calling
Niall: OH. That's what the shouting outside was
Harry: Trust me, they're awful.
Niall: Is she mad? I mean you cut all contact off with her own blood..
Harry: I don't think so; I hope not. Anyway, then we went back to bed and cuddled for a bit. Then we got into a tickle fight and she eventually fell asleep on my lap.
Niall: Right. Okay.

"Harry?"
He jumps as I call him by his first name, only to scare him.
"Yes, love?"
"Am I not gonna have to deal with my parents ever again now? Like... it's us two and Baby Styles against the world?"
He sighs with relief. "Yeah, it'll be us three against the world. Look, love. I.. uh.. we have a tour coming up. A world tour for our debut album."
"Oh, that'll be fun!"
"Yeah, it will be. I hope."
"Be positive, darling."
"I'm trying. We're in England on during your due date.."
My heart stops. My own boyfriend won't be there to see the birth of his child.
"I forgot to mention, you're coming with us."
I smile at that. At least if I give birth he'll be there.
"What will I do?"
"Be there for emotional support?" He shrugs. "I want to be there for the birth of our child, and so I asked the lads if you could come with and they said yes. We're telling the other girls that you're going to your parents' house back in Ireland in case you give birth though."
"Holy shit, you really thought that through..."
"Only for you."
"You know what else is only for you?"
He looks confused. "What?"
"Me. Us."
He smiles. "Forever and always."
I smile. "Forever and always."