Eight | W2S

SEVENTY.

MID OCTOBER

"Well, this feels like deja vu," Harry laughs, as soon as the camera starts recording. 

The last time we'd filmed a QandA felt like a lifetime ago. Back when we were still only two best friends, but even back then, Harry had been taking care of me - despite my injury being his fault - like he was now. 

This time, though, we didn't have anyone helping us with the cameras, we were using an old blogging camera, set up on our coffee table. It felt like we were back in twenty sixteen once again. 

This was the first time I'd posted on my channel in months - in fact, I hadn't properly posted since before my album had come out. After that, my old management had posted on it for me. 

Now that I wasn't under any type of contract, it was all mine again, and I was loving it. 

"Okay. So, there are a lot of questions in here, but I'll start with the most popular one. Are you finding out the gender of your baby?"

Harry smiled at the question, before looking at me, then the camera. "We found out a few weeks ago, but we're planning on keeping it a surprise for everyone. We've told our families, obviously all the guys and close friends, but we're keeping it pretty tight."

"We're really happy, though, The gender reveal was private, and intimate, and exactly what we wanted," I reaffirm, holding onto Harry's hand. 

He chose the next question, reading it out loud. "Did you guys ever get married in Vegas?" He reads out, referring to a video made ages ago where all of the Sidemen voted us most likely to get married there. 

"No, we didn't," I say, before a pause. "But Harry did ask me to be his girlfriend in the chapel. He's a right little romantic," I tease, and he rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah, but you loved it, didn't you?" He retorts, raising an amused eyebrow. 

"Course I did, I wouldn't have said yes otherwise, would I, dipshit?" 

"Next question," he stammered, through broken laughter. "Ooh. This one's interesting. What's something you've learned about each other since you started dating that you didn't before?" 

I raise my eyebrow, pondering on my answer for a second. "You're a lot more thoughtful than you look. Like - I dunno, you always make sure I've eaten, you know when I'm stressed, and you help me in ways I don't even think about beforehand," I answer, and it comes out more soppy than I'd intended. 

Harry pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, stopping when I glare at him. "I mean, shit. I was just gonna say that I've realised you talk in your sleep, but now my answer sounds crap," he laughs, and my mouth widens out of protest. 

"I do not talk in my fucking sleep!"

"I'll record you next time, to prove you wrong," he defends himself.

"If you record me sleep talking, it will be the last thing you do. I promise," I warn him, half-joking, half-not. 

He throws his hands up in protest. "Sounds like you already know I'm right...just saying," he shrugs. 

I scour through the questions, finding another one I like the look of. 

"What's one trait of each other you want your child to have?" 

Harry answers immediately. "I've got two answers. Although, one's not really a trait. I'd love for them to have your eyes, but I also want them to have your resilience. It's something not a lot of people have, especially in your situation," he says, and it's such a thoughtful answer, I can feel the tears welling up.