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sixty-one

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ONE WEEK LATER

Harry and I had been lying in bed for the past 2 hours, discussing the renovations that were to be done in the house. I propped myself up in my elbows, looking over at him as he lay on his side facing me.

“I think we should paint it dark colours, like red and brown.” Harry argued. “And then white curtains.”

I sighed, “Maybe brown and grey on the whole floor, with white curtains?”

“Ohh, grey.” Harry nodded. “That’s a better idea.” He praised.

I sunk back down into the bed, pulling the sheets around me as we switched topic again.

“And the floors-“

“Wood.”

“Light wood.”

I turned and pouted, “Dark.” I yawned.

“Fine.” He kissed my cheek, “We’ll talk about this later.”

The conversation was dropped as soon as his arms came around me to pull me closer, pulling me into his chest. I nearly fell asleep again; soft kisses were placed on my head. Harry cleared his throat before speaking, breaking the soft silence.

“My parents will be here any time now.”

I groaned, “Maybe we can all hang out in here.”

“We have that big get together later on, have you already forgotten?”

My eyes widened, “Uh I- no, I obviously didn’t.”

I wiggled out of his grip, sitting up in the bed. I rubbed my eyes, arms falling limp to my side as I looked out the window and then to the clock. It was now 1:00, and we weren’t the least bit ready. I turned to Harry, who was already looking over at me, a smirk now coming to his face. My hand went up to poke his side,

“Get dressed, Harold.” I commanded, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

“You should get dressed too.” He pointed out.

I raised my hand, “Actually, I need a shower.”

“So do I.” He shrugged. “It looks like we’ll have to share.”

“Shame.” I shook my head, getting out of the bed.

I motioned for Harry to follow, and he quickly got up. I was sure to not let anything happen whilst showering, feeling sick but keeping it to myself. Today Anne and I were going to my ultrasound, and the nerves were really getting to me. We had planned to go shopping afterwards for some last minute Christmas presents, meeting up with Perrie and Sophia, as well as picking up Gemma.

I was distant with Harry while we showered; I had been distant for a while now- since I got the news. I was trying to keep quiet, trying not to make him suspicious with anything. He didn’t seem to take notice on my lack of communication, only because of how hectic our work schedules have been over the past week. I decided it was best if I acted normally, knowing he would pick up on my behavior at some point.

We were quick in the shower, exchanging kisses in between our routines and then getting out. I locked myself in the closet afterwards, deciding what to wear was proven to be a hard task for me. I had to plan my outfit for tonight in advance, I was well aware of how fancy it would be, and it would be a complete mess if I left everything last minute. The gathering was quite intimidating for me to be quite honest, famous people as well as some of our close friends would be there. I wasn’t sure whose home we were going to, Harry refused to tell me, but I knew it would be a large home.