Thea! Can you confirm that Harry is not the father/
Was this all a publicity stunt?
What happened to your dad?
I walked briskly to the car in hopes to get past all the questions and shut them out. I could feel the headache coming back, my body trembling, and sweat forming on my forehead. Everyday for the past two weeks, I've had this. Every time I would leave my house for a few minutes, I was bombarded with questions regarding Harry, me, and the babies. Ever since they found out I was engaged, it was a full on war to dig up the deepest secrets. Everyone assumed the pregnancy was a scam, the engagement was a stunt, but none of them were really interested in figuring it out.
I started the car and drove away from the grocery store. I regretted the trip immediately when I saw the amount of paps that were waiting for me back at my flat. With a final sigh, I grabbed my purse, phone, and the few bags of food and climbed out of the car. Again, I was bombarded with wildly absurd questions and the flashes from the cameras. I started to feel claustrophobic with the amount of people that were here. I wanted to run inside and never leave again.
When I successfully got the door shut, I tried to relax. My muscles only seemed to tense more, my heart rate picked up; the headache I had seemed to amplify, and I couldn't breath. I tried to take deep breaths, tried to fill my lungs with as much air as possible, but it felt that with every breath, my throat seemed to close even more. I set the bags down and slowly made my way to a chair and sat with my head in my hands. After a few minutes that felt more like hours and nothing changing, I pulled out my phone and dialed Harry's number. On the second ring, he answered In a groggy voice.
"Hello?"
"Harry," I breathed out, not able to say any more with my short breath. "Something's wrong-I can't breath-and-my heart is-racing," I managed to spit out between breaths.
Harry was quiet for a minute as I scraped my hand through my hair, pulling on the ends. "Just breath. Don't think about anything else but big, deep breaths. Focus on my voice. You're going to be okay. It's just the stress and the anxiety. Everything's fine."
I did as Harry said and focused on his thick, raspy accent that, even now, sent shivers down my spine. I could feel myself calm down, my breathing returning to normal, and my heart rate slowing.
"Better?" Harry asked. I could hear the concern laced in his voice, making me feel bad for calling him only to worry him.
"Much. Thank you," I mumbled quietly in the phone. "I didn't expect anything like that to happen," I told him honestly.
"It's okay, but please go see a doctor. All this stress isn't good for the babies." I nodded my head even though I knew Harry couldn't see me.
"I will. I don't think I want to go through another one of those attacks. I was scared," I whispered the last part, almost like I was admitting it to myself.
"It's okay, Baby. Just, go see someone tomorrow? And take Eleanor with you."
"I will. I love you, Harry," I told him quickly. Harry reciprocated the words before hanging up. I ran a hand through my hair again and pulled it up into a messy bun. I decided to sit for a while, my body physically exhausted from the little attack I had. I rested my hand on my growing stomach, a smile adorning my face when I felt one of the babies kick. A few stubborn tears fell from my eyes from the small action; something that has happened so many times before, but never failed to make the tears shed.
For the next week, every time I left the flat, whenever I would get home I would have an anxiety attack. Even after seeing the doctor who's great advice was to remove myself from the stressful environment. Everyday I would call Harry who would talk to me until the anxiety attack would go away. I was physically and mentally exhausted afterwards, always resulting in a small nap. It was hell to say the least.
When the day came to pick up Harry from the airport, I couldn't help but feel like a school girl who is seeing her crush for the first time since a long break. A smile was plastered on my face, one that wouldn't leave for the life of me, and I had a certain pep to my step. It was an early flight; he was landing at six thirty, so I was up at four to get ready and leave by six. After I was dressed in a pair of skinnies-for pregnant women- and a batman sweatshirt, I pulled on my black Vans and grabbed the keys from the counter. I hastily walked to the car avoiding all interaction with paps or fans on the way. I nearly sped the whole way to the airport, running late because of my weak bladder.
By the time I got there, it was exactly six thirty. I rushed out of the car and ran to the terminal Harry would be exiting. It took a second, but when I finally spotted his curls, a silly grin stretched across my face and I ran full sprint towards him-much like I did the last time I saw him. His face was split in half with his dimpled smile when he spotted me running towards him. When I got there, he pulled me close in a hug, my belly getting in the way of being as close as we would have liked.
"I've missed you." Harry mumbled against my forehead where his lips were. I nodded in agreement and snuggled my face deeper in his chest. "Come on, then. Let's grab my bag then go home and cuddle on the couch while watching batman and eating Chinese food." I grinned at the idea, at how well Harry knew me and the little things I loved,
"That sounds lovely." I told him.
"No, the Joker would win in a fight against any super villain. It's inevitable," I sneered at Harry who claimed the Joker wasn't a very good super villain. "He manipulates people and uses their weaknesses against them. He is, hands down, the best super villain. And if you still disagree with me, then I guess you don't get any kisses tonight." I smirked at Harry who wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut instead.
"Fine," he huffed after an internal debate. I smiled triumphantly and left a swift kiss on his lips before snuggling into his side to continue watching Batman. It was times like these, the small moments, that I cherished the most.
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Fanfiction[Sequel to Dear Darlin'] After she got away from her abusive step father, Thea Caverly found herself in a relationship with Harry Styles. What started off as just pen pals turned into something deeper, more passionate. But after Harry left for his 2...
