The One That Got Away

Chapter 60

"What?" Harry says into the phone.

"You said only one, and thats next Monday"

He rolls his eyes before replying, "Okay fine but after next Monday I'm not doing any more shows, you said a break"

He waits, listening to the person on the other line and he hangs up.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, going next to him and hugging him.

"We have to do a stupid show later" he sighs.

"I'm coming" I tell him.

"No your not" he tells me.

"Yes I am, I'm not staying here after that text no" I say.

"Ok fine, but you are not coming to next weeks show" he tells me.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you are pregnant and I dont want something to happen to the baby with the amount of fans that will be there"

"Why can't I come next week if I'm coming today?"

"Because today we are doing a show in a small, stadium, next week its a park, anything can happen"

"Ok fine" I huff and sit down. "What time is the show?"

"Seven but we need to be there at six thirty" Harry tells me.

"Ok" I sigh.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks, turning me to face him.

"Nothing" I lie.

Yes there's something wrong, I'm fucking scared someone will kidnap me, but not only that, I'm scared mostly because at twelve in the morning I got an anonymous text.

I remember what it said, Cherish the moments you have with the people you love, because things happen and people aren't there anymore.

That gave me the chills.

I didn't tell Harry because I didn't want him to worry more than he already is.

"Arianna I've known you for three years, I know when your not okay" Harry says.

"Ok fine" I sigh. "I got an anonymous text"

"What? When?'

"Like at twelve this morning" I tell him, grabbing my phone and unlocking it.

"What did it say?" he asks.

I show him the message, his eyes going wide and throwing the phone on the couch.

"Harry..." I say.

"Arianna" he says.

"I'm always with you, who will take me with your eyes on me 24/7?" I ask him.

"Well things can still happen" Harry says, running his hands over his face.

"Stop, your scaring me even more" I tell him.

"I'm sorry" he apologizes and pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me protectively.

"It's fine" I sigh.

***

I don't wear anything that dressy for the show.

I'm just wearing a plain grey sweater with black leggings and my black vans. I leave my hair in its usual straight style and apply light makeup.

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We leave the apartment, and arriving the stadium. Its fairly small but whatever.