One of these Days

Again

"Do you have to leave?" I asked, my lips pouted. I knew the answer, but I didn' t want Harry to leave. He would be gone for another month before he had a break long enough to fly home. A whole month I would be away from him. WIth my emotions on high, it was hard enough to be away from him for a few hours, a whole month would be absolute hell.

"I do," Harry sighed. The sadness was clear in his eyes, it made me even more sad. I couldn't imagine how hard it was for him; to be away from the girl you are in love with who is also pregnant with your baby. It was a different kind of sadness for Harry than it was me. "I wish I didn't have to."

I nodded my head and wrapped my arms around his waist in a tight hug. We were at the airport, and we were waiting for his flight to be called any minute now. It's these last few minutes that you really hold on to until next time. It's raw and pure emotion from one another. We stayed like this, in each others arms, a word not spoken. We took in the silence, almost like we had to remember how everything felt, being held in each others arms.

A few minutes later, Harry's flight was called, and he had to leave. I said goodbye to the rest of the boys, each recieving hugs, before leaving a sad kiss on Harry's lips and watched him walk onto the plane.

"Let's go get some food," Eleanor said, the only girlfriend able to make it.

I nod slowly, still looking towards the terminal Harry just entered. A small part of me was hoping he would come jogging back and tell me he wasn't leaving, that he wanted to stay with me no matter how it affected his career, but the sensible side reminded me this is his job and as much as he loved me, he had obligations towards his fans and his band.

"Where do you want to go?" I ask after we get into Harry's black Range Rover that he insisted I drive.

"Wherever, I'm up for anything honestly," Eleanor says, the sadness clear in her tone. We were in the same boat, undeniably in love with two boys who have a bright future ahead of them.

"We can go to the mall?" I suggest. "After we can go shopping. I need a few outfits for when my belly gets bigger." I can't help the smile that grows on my face. My stomach will grow bigger, a beautiful daughter or handsome son will be born.

"Whatever you have will be spoiled. Louis was really glad you chose us to be god parents. He wouldn't stop talking about it, it's like the baby is his own." Eleanor and I both chuckled at the comment. "And I can't imagine how the other boys are going to act. You will never have to worry about not having enough clothes or baby stuff, that's for sure!" I shook my head, it was true. The boys would spoil this baby like it was their own.

The rest of the car ride to the mall is filled with jokes and light-hearted chatter. A little girl bonding time is what I needed; having Harry around 24/7 can be suffocating, but in the sweetest sense. When we walk into the building, a few awkward glances and scowls are shot at me and Eleanor, but no one actually approaches us, which I couldn't be more grateful for. Stress is one thing that needs to be avoided. We walk through a few stores, each of us getting a few dresses and shirts; just enough to have our arms full by the time we're done.

"I think we should eat now," Eleanor says with a huff, shifting the bags on her arms. I nod quickly and make my way towards a food court. We both get something from different places and meet at a table. In the middle of eating and a conversation about which was better: the movie or book, three girls approach us. They look to be fifteen at the youngest. If looks could kill, I would have been dead within the first glance. I shifted in my seat and raised an eyebrow, waiting for someone to say something.

"I just want you to know that you getting pregnant isn't going to make him stay with you. If anything, he'll be running for the hills after it's born. You don't have a future with him," the tallest one said, most likely the more confident of the three.