BELOVED [h.s.]

Chapter 70. Edited.

Harry's POV.

We've been all the day in the beach; it's awesome how just we and, another couple are here.

The couple is older so they don't bother us or anything, this is just like the beach where we went few days ago, and this place is lovely. The wind is refreshing and everything here is just so perfect. I planned this because I wanted to make a special dinner for us, all alone, without people and without annoying paparazzi.

I just want to make her happy so then I can tell her about this thing about her U and she won't hate me because all of this is my fault.

My simply bloody fault.

I returned to the cabin, I left organised the dinner there already before. I know giving her pizza every time must be boring but I don't know anything else delicious to buy and I know she appreciates every single detail, that's what I love from her, she is so humble and simple.

I grabbed the basket with all we were going to take out; a blanket, food, drinks and another blanket where to sit.

Having dinner in the beach is something I know every girl wants and for guys it's quite nice as well.

We will have dinner and then I will tell her, that's the idea.

I'm so nervous, I know all of these is my fault and I know she will hate me so much after this. If I hadn't broken his nose this wouldn't have happened.

"I have something very important to tell you," I said.

Her smile is gone; she frowned and left the slice of pizza on her plate.

I'm not sure now if I must tell her. Her life just changed a day ago and she had a tough weekend so maybe knowing this isn't a good idea for her.

"What's that?" She asked me.

No... No, I can't.

"That I... love you so much," I said and smiled.

I noticed her chest going down in relief.

"Happy second anniversary," she whispered and kissed me.

...

Linda's POV.

So very nice break. I really love and appreciate all the effort Harry uses to make me feel better, I really felt better now and I just need to give him back his effort.

First off, going to the gynecologist.

Perhaps it was a nice week I need to go back to classes, I've just missed a week and that's pretty much, I can't lose any more classes and this time Harry is coming back with me, he is starting his rehearsals for the begin of the new tour, Where We Are.

We are in the airport at ten p.m. Just because he doesn't want girls mobbing us and the way we managed to get here without being seen was difficult, they still caught us, I'm seeing a little camera near us. I really am getting used to this, girls and people all over me because of Harry.

Today Harry is just as quiet as he was in the studio a week ago, what's going on again?

"Are you sick again?" I asked him while we are waiting in the line to have our passport.

"No, I'm just tired."

We haven't slept so well this week, but I knew this wasn't the big plot here. Something was happening and he just didn't want me to know about it.

"You sure?"

He cupped my chin and kissed me.

"I'm okay baby," he whispered and hugged me.