On Tour [HS]

Eighty Five

Love
14 February - Vienna, Austria

Waking up to the coolness of an empty bed is my least favourite type of morning. The lingering indentation of Harry's toned body in the sheets where he used to lay, my arm reaching over in a desperate search for my soon-to-be husband but it falls limp onto the cold bedding quickly upon coming to terms with the fact he's truly not there.

My eyes peek open, tired and puffy from a good night's sleep mostly because Harry was determined to fuck me into exhaustion in some twisted celebration for my birthday today which truly did knock me out cold for the entire night. Now I'm completely spent, groaning gently into the pillow without my fiance's soft little morning touches that always make me feel butterflies swirling around in my stomach.

I wish he was lying beside me. My eyes fluttered back shut in annoyance that he was gone when he promised last night we'd wake up together, having me fall asleep to his whispered words of how today would pan out yet he's not living up to his promises.

A gentle whimper unintentionally leaves my lips as I snuggle my face into his pillow where the lingering scent of his cologne warmly fills my senses to overwhelm me in the best possible way. My body sinks in relaxation, trying to get some more rest as the Austrian sunrays rain down onto my partially exposed torso and the duvet pools just above my hips.

The comfort this city brings me is unimaginable, peace and tranquillity in the calmness of the place so many important memories have been made. I wrote a letter to Eloise here, my daughter was conceived here, the floating lanterns, Harry proposed to me, Valentine's days, birthdays. My love for the city is utterly endless and I hope to make millions of memories here with my family.

But just as I started to drift off back to sleep, arms looped around the pillow tightly where Harry's head once laid, I heard the gentle click of the door to our hotel room unlocking and I was instantly more awake than ever before as my heart rate spiked instantly with panic.

Until I heard my fiance's sweet voice speaking to our babies.

"Careful Tiny Girl, don't the flame that'll hurt you, baby." His voice was sickly soft and my lips curved into a small smile as I pictured him trying to wrangle our children, I could hear tired morning babbles leaving Vienna and Romy trying to gently shush her.

"Ouch." Mabel understands what he means, giggling softly to herself.

"Yes, it'll be ouchie. We don't want any poorly's on Mumma's birthday, do we?"

"Nuh uh, Dada." I can picture her shaking her little head, blonde curls messy because Harry struggles to tame them in the morning.

I hear the gentlest hum leaving him, "shall we go and wake Mumma up?"

"Mumma!" Mabel cheers loudly and it's seconds before I hear her running into the bedroom from the short corridor entrance but I continue pretending to be asleep even when she's tugging at the sheets in the hopes of pulling herself up onto the bed with me.