A/N: happy 22nd birthday to HES, my 1 & only
Hope you enjoy, contains language that may be triggering to those with anxiety - just a warning
Hope you enjoy and happy Monday, vote & comment. Ciao
Es xo
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"Have you got everything?" Harry asked as he finished loading the car.
They were flying to England today for Christmas.
"I think so," Carrie-Ann double checks everything is switched off before heading out.
"I'm looking forward to being home," Harry smiled. "Well, being with my parents and you being there. It's going to be a great Christmas."
Carrie-Ann kissed him, it was 7am but she'd been up since 5, she hadn't been able to sleep well last night.
She had a bubble of anxiety sat in her stomach the whole car journey. She wasn't sure why she felt so anxious, she thought maybe the excitement of Christmas, the baby news and hormones were mixing all together and overwhelming her a bit.
Harry had his hand on her leg the entire journey there, Luton gave them a friendly smile through the rear mirror. He was happy to see Carrie-Ann so in love.
When they arrived at the airport, the airport staff escorted them to the private jet, Carrie-Ann didn't mind flying commercial even though she hated it but Harry insisted on taking a private jet.
Harry got comfortable in his seat, taking his shoes off and cuddling into a blanket. He was typing on his phone when he noticed Carrie-Ann had become very quiet.
Looking across at her he could tell she was trying to control her breathing as she drank some water a crew member handed to her.
"You okay?" Harry asked softly as he tried to take her hand.
She shook her head, staring out the window. "I can't do this,"
She stood up heading for the exit.
"I'm sorry I need to get off, I'm so sorry." She felt so trapped and helpless.
The crew member didn't know what to do, she was a little intimidated by Carrie-Ann.
"The pilot is preparing for take off, please resume your seat, m'am."
Carrie-Ann shook her head frantically. Her breathing getting heavier as her eyes were starting to lose focus. "I need to get off here, please let me off." She pleaded, her face hot yet pale.
"Carrie-Ann," Harry tried to soothe her but she shook even harder.
"Please Harry let me just sit down on the step or something,"
Harry disappeared for a moment before the exit was opened and Carrie-Ann rushed out, sitting on the steps and taking in a huge breath of fresh air.
Harry left her for a minute or two before joining her. "Babe, what's going on?"
She drank some more water. "I just panicked,"
"You're okay," He comforted, bringing her into his arms. "I promise you're okay. Why don't we go back on board, find a funny film and watch it?"
She sniffled wiping her face, looking over at the airport she saw paparazzi taking photos.
"Great," She mumbled.
"Don't worry about them, come on." He encouraged, standing up and reaching for her hand.
She took it, walking back onto the jet. She apologised to the crew member who only smiled and told her to not worry about it.
They were three hours into the flight and Harry had already fallen asleep. Carrie-Ann wish she could, but unfortunately her body wouldn't let her. Instead she watched films and ate far too much, but it was the perfect distraction during the nine hour flight.
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When they landed in the UK it was 2am UK time but 5pm LA time, Carrie-Ann only managed to sleep for two hours which meant she was extremely tired, Harry however had slept for most of the journey and was slightly regretting it - he was wide awake, and excited.
He let Carrie-Ann know that his mum was waiting for them, Robin was at work as he was working night shifts so it would just be Anne.
Carrie-Ann thought it was sweet that she had actually come out to collect them, she just thought he'd had hired a driver or taxi of some sort.
"Hello you two," Anne grinned the second they both sat in her car.
"You alright mum?" Harry asked leaning over the gear stick to hug her, she clung onto him tight.
"I'm all better knowing you're both here, how are you Carrie?" She asked looking at her in the rear view mirror.
"I'm great, so tired. I hardly slept." She groans.
Harry turns to give her a sympathetic look.
"Well I've prepared the room all nice and cosy for the two of you,"
Carrie-Ann smiled, Anne was so sweet and welcoming. She was the complete opposite to Carrie-Ann's mother, of course her mother appeared comforting and sympathetic but she always had alternate motives as to why she was being nice. Anne was genuine, and Carrie-Ann knew that. Growing up in Hollywood gives you a smoke screen between the real and fake people but Carrie-Ann was able to sniff out the genuine people.
"Thanks mum, you didn't have to."
"Of course I did, there's a new tv in there too and I moved the furniture around, it deserved a change."
Carrie-Ann sat quietly in the back seat admiring the way Harry and his mother interacted. He loved his mum more than anyone else in the world and it was quite clear to see. He respected and looked up to her, she was the one person who was there through his achievements and failures, every single one.
When they got to Anne's Carrie-Ann helped Harry take up their luggage before the both of them got into their pajamas.
"I love your mums house," Carrie-Ann smiles. "It's so homely and.." They both lay in bed together, Harry's hand resting on her now slightly protruding stomach. "..happy," She sighed. "It's so happy here,"
Harry kissed her cheek. "I want our home like this, happy and calm."
She kissed him. "Nothing but love,"
"Nothing but love." He smiled kissing her one final time before she fell to sleep and he wondered why he had slept so long on the flight.
