Alone H.S.

Chapter 46: Worried?

Lily -

The sun starts to set and I sit alone on the front porch, waiting for Harry to come home.

According to Louis, the meeting didn't go all that great and now Harry's somewhere blowing off steam. I just wish he could do that here, or at least somewhere with me by his side. I just want to always be with him.

My wolf alerts when his scent fills the air and he walks towards the house, tiredly. By now the sun has gone and nighttime has came around. He walks up the steps to the top where in sat, and he leans down to kiss me, our lips touching briefly before he pulls away.

I can sense how tired he is.

"Rough day?" I ask, softly.

"Mm." Is all he says and he beds while closing his eyes and leaning back against the porch railing.

"You want to go inside and maybe get some sleep before you fall over?" I ask, giggling a little as he quickly jerks his head back up and opens his eyes.

"Yeah, I think so." He mutters and tries to find the doorknob while barely keeping his eyes open.

"Here." I stand up from my seat on the steps and open the door before taking his hand and pulling him alongside me into the house and then up the stairs to our bedroom.

Once inside he pulls his hand away from mine and growls softly.

"Mm, I've just remembered, I've got stuff...things to do. With paper." He's already half-asleep and talking like he is asleep.

"Harry, you can do paperwork tomorrow." I tell him and try to help him out of his jacket.

"No, I've got...I'll come back, but I've got to do paper...stuff." He pulls away from me again and this time I don't try and stop him. He wanders around until he finds his office and disappears inside.

But after two hours, I go after him.

I quietly walk into the office, now dressed in only my pajamas, and immediately find him asleep at his desk. His arms crossed, making somewhat of a pillow where he's laid his head, his long hair spread around his face as he breathes slowly.

I wish I didn't have to wake him, he has such a hard time sleeping, but I know what he'll feel like in the morning if he continues to sleep in this position.

I walk over and place my hand on his shoulder and lean down to whisper to him.

"Harry. Baby, come on, get up." He shifts and mumbles something I can't understand, but doesn't wake up.

"Wake up now, Harry. Baby, come on." His eyes flutter open and he take a deep breathe before lifting his head from his arms and yawning.

"What time is it?" He asks, his voice slurred from sleeping.

"Late. Now come to bed with me." I grab his arm and pull him out of his seat.

"Mm you making me an offer?" He asks, smirking, but still looking half asleep.

"No." I giggle.

"Make me an offer and I'll come with you." He says.

I think for a minute before saying anything else.

"Well, you're too tired for anything tonight." I tell him and start to go on, but he cuts me off.

"No, I'm not." He argues, but with a smile.

"Okay, come to bed and I'll find something for you to do." My turn to smirk and walk away. But by body is lifted off the floor and I'm held safely in Harry's arms as he carries me to our bed. He lays me down and turns back to lock the door before turning back to me and getting on the bed, his body hovering over mine and his eyes looking deeply into mine.

"You are just so beautiful." He whispers as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Maybe a couple months ago before I got huge." I try to laugh it off, but he obviously didn't think it was funny. He shakes his head slowly before sitting on his legs and running both of his hands over my stomach.

"No. You're more beautiful now than you were the day I met you. Don't ever think that I don't love you because of the way you look. I'll always love you." He whispers and leans forward to kiss me.

"How much do you love me?" I ask, smiling. Hoping that this will lead to more.

"This much." He says before kissing me and running his hands up and down my sides, slowly.

"And this much." He whispers as he slides his hands down my thighs, stopping under my knees and pulling them up.

"Wait." I'm not sure about doing this in my condition.

"What? Does something hurt?" Harry asks, immediately setting my legs back down and looking at me with concern.

"No, it's just..."

"What? You can tell me, you know." He says quietly.

"It's just is this okay? I mean, while I'm like this?" I ask, slightly embarrassed about even asking the question.

"We've had sex while you're pregnant, you know." Harry smirks and I'm glad he can find humor in this situation, because I can't.

"I know, but like...not recently. I don't know if it's..." I can feel my face getting red.

"If you're worried about it, we won't do it. But it is safe." One of his hands rests on my thigh, thumb making small circles on my skin and his other hand above my head supporting his weight as he hovers over me.

"Sorry if I'm making this awkward or weird or-" I'm cut off by Harry kissing me.

"Shh." He whispers when he pulls away only to press his lips to mine again, this time with more force and passion.

But sadly, even that is cut off by a loud knocking on our locked bedroom door.

"What?!" Harry growls, getting up and unlocking the door. Louis stands on the other side, smiling like an idiot.

"This had better be important." Harry warns his Beta.

"Heard you down the hall and I thought you could make good use of this." He hands Harry what looks like a small paperback book and Harry slams the door in his Beta's face. He re-locks the door and walks back over to me.

"What did he give you?" I ask, and Harry hands me the book.

"Safe Positions for Sex During Pregnancy." Oh God, for real?

I open the book and let out a gasp at the illustrations. Very detailed and very...weird.

"What? What is it?" Harry asks, taking the book from my hands hastily opens it. His face scrunches up as he studies the illustrations before he looks back over at me.

"This might just come in handy, after all." He says with a smirk.