Y/n Y/l/n, a 21 year old, successful singer, disappeared for two years without anyone knowing the reason. She had to keep it a secret, she wanted it to keep it a secret, because if she didn't she would have hurt him more than she did shortly before...
July 2022 28 weeks **YOUR POV** Two days later, Harry and I were back in the comfort of our home. I was home alone at the moment since Harry was away at his appointment with his osteopath that was long overdue. Harry was feeling much better after that horrible day he had when we were at Anne's house. Meanwhile, I sat in the nursery that was by now decorated all pink and adorable. Harry painted the walls not long ago and I've been so happy with it. It was perfect. I placed all the little presents of our family and friends in there, so the room wouldn't look so empty. I couldn't wait until our baby girl was gonna be here to sleep in her cute, little crib.
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I sat on the floor, sorting out all these new tiny baby clothes either Harry, myself or our family and friends got for our little girl. Everyone had a little gift for us and the baby when we were there. Our car was filled with so much stuff to take back home to London.
I just finished taking off all the tags on the clothes so that I could throw them straight into the washer when I heard the front door being opened and closed again.
„Y/n?" Harry called me from downstairs.
„Up here in the nursery!" I called right back, getting up from the floor after a few attempts of trying and falling back down again. I grabbed all the clothes and put them into the laundry basket as Harry appeared in the doorway.
„Hey you." I smiled, going in for a kiss.
„Hello, baby." He returned a little smile, leaning against the door frame. „Uhm...we need to talk." He then said with a soft voice but looking serious.
„Why so serious, mister?" I chuckled and by the look on his face, I realized he wasn't joking. „So it is serious?"
„Let's sit down." He took my hand and guided me to the small couch in the room, making me sit down. He then placed himself right beside me, so he could face me.
„What's up?"
„Listen, I honestly don't want to tell you about this, because you're pregnant and shouldn't get stressed out over anything at the moment, but I have to tell you, because you're my wife and you need to know this." He started explaining.
„What's wrong, Harry?"
„Before I tell you, I want you to know, that I'm okay and there's no need to worry about anything yet."
„Yet? Haz, you're scaring me."
„Yes, yet." He nodded. „Y/n, you have to promise me that you won't freak out, okay? There's no need to."
I nodded. „I'll try not to."
„Okay." Harry sighed. „When I went to my osteopath a few hours ago, he looked at my back and noticed a mole I have that apparently grew and he found it suspicious." He said to me.
„A suspicious mole? What does that mean?" I frowned.
„It means...well, he sent me to my doctor straight away since the hospital was right there and they then removed it." Harry kept explaining.
