Seven months ago, when Harry asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't have been happier. He was everything I wanted-loyal, caring, funny, and incredibly handsome. It felt like nothing could come between us.
But then our lives changed forever from j...
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London, 9 AM.
Naomi stood at the doorway of the nursery, one hand resting on her belly, the other holding a cup of tea. The room was still largely empty, save for the crib and a few boxes stacked in the corner—remnants of their recent baby shopping trip. The sun poured in through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over the space that would soon be transformed for their baby.
A soft sigh escaped her as she looked around, trying to imagine what it would all look like once it was finished. Harry was leaving for a Sidemen holiday video shoot tomorrow, and she was both excited for him and slightly anxious at the thought of being alone for a few days. But at least Talia had promised to come by and help with the nursery. That made her feel a little better.
Just as she was about to take a sip of tea, she felt Harry's arms snake around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. "You alright, love?" he asked, his voice low and affectionate.
Naomi smiled, leaning back into him. "Just thinking about everything we still need to do. It feels like there's so much left."
"Don't worry, we'll get it done. Talia's coming to help tomorrow, right? You two will have this place looking like a proper nursery in no time," Harry said, his voice filled with confidence.
Naomi chuckled. "You're really leaving me with all the hard work, aren't you?"
Harry pressed a kiss to her temple. "Hey, I'll be back before you know it. And in the meantime, I'll send you loads of videos from the trip. You'll feel like you're there with me."
She rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth in her chest. He always had a way of making her feel like everything would be okay.
The next morning, Harry stood by the door, his suitcase at his feet, looking slightly sheepish. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"
Naomi laughed, her hand resting on her now noticeably round belly. "Harry, I'll be fine. You're only gone for a few days, and Talia's going to keep me company. Go, have fun."
Harry smiled, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He stepped forward and cupped her face in his hands. "I'll miss you," he said softly, pressing his forehead against hers.
Naomi felt a flutter in her chest, both from the baby and the tenderness in his voice. "I'll miss you too," she whispered, her hands resting on his arms.
With one last kiss, Harry grabbed his suitcase and headed out the door. As it clicked shut behind him, the house suddenly felt a little too quiet. Naomi took a deep breath and rubbed her belly. "Just you and me for a few days, little one."
That afternoon, Talia arrived, arms full of paint swatches and bags of baby decor. Naomi opened the door with a laugh. "Did you bring the entire store with you?"
Talia grinned, brushing past her into the house. "You know me, I couldn't resist. Now, let's get to work."
The two women spent the next few hours unpacking the boxes, sorting through baby clothes, and discussing how to arrange the furniture. Talia was a natural at this—she had an eye for design that Naomi was grateful for. Together, they decided on a soft, neutral color scheme with pops of woodland-themed decor: foxes, owls, and little trees.
