The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

Concerts, Birthdays, and Hormones

"Two minutes, Harry!" Joanna, the stage manager calls to Harry as they get ready to make the transition from Rita Ora after she finishes her set to Harry and his band.

"Are ya nervous?" I ask my husband as he adjusts the cord attached to his inears, making sure it is sitting in the correct position.

"Of course, It's not everyday tha' I get ta perform in front of my child for the first time." Harry says softly so only I can hear the words being said. I am 7 weeks pregnant with our first child. Harry and I are currently the only two people who know, and even though we are excited, we want to be farther along before we start telling the world.

"Hush. Don't say it too loud." I say, worried that people around will hear what he is saying. BBC Radio 1 is holding a benefit concert tonight for cancer patients in British hospitals. Harry was one of the first to sign up, willing to perform in order to support the cause. "Go perform and sing that little heart out." I give his bum a little love tap that causes him to smirk.

"Good luck kiss?" Harry puckers as he moves in closer to my face. I meet his warm, soft lips in a kiss that is tender and sweet, giving him all the support and love I can in one little smooch.

"Hey, I love you." I whisper as I pull away.

"Harry you're on. Let's go!" Joanna calls, a sense of urgency in her voice.

"I love yeh too, Darling." Harry blows a kiss my way, and I watch as he secures his inears and makes his way on stage.

The first song begins, and Harry is amazing. I've watched him perform over the last two years, and I am always amazed how he can capture an audience. He has a way of making every single person in that room connect with him. It is something I have never experienced at any other concert.

"Befo' I sing my next song. I need a favor." Harry begins, and I know exactly what he is doing. My face immediately starts to pink when he continues talking to the crowd. "My beautiful wife, Elizabeth, is backstage righ' now. It's her birthday. I would like ta sing ta her. Will yeh help?" The crowd screams back in agreement. "Alright. On the count of three. One. Two. Three. Happy..." Harry leads the crowd in the traditional birthday song, and I cover my face with embarrassment. I love the man, but sometimes he does crazy things.

Harry plays through the rest of the set, singing some of my favorite songs. His dance moves get a little more awkward with each performance, but still he looks good. He loves being out on stage, and everyone can feel that.

After his set is over, Harry makes his way through the different press stations. I am feeling a little nauseated, so I decide I'm gonna make my way to the room with the food, hoping some crackers will help settle my stomach. Morning sickness is no joke; it has hit my body like a ton of bricks and is a constant part of my daily life now. Always feeling the need to empty my stomach. A few people from the industry wish me happy birthday as I browse for some crackers. Once I find what I was searching, I seek an empty spot at a table and decide to sit down.

It has been a good 45 minutes before I receive a text from Harry asking where I am. I am a grumpy and ready to go home. The combination of being at the arena all day and feeling ill is making me feel a bit testy. Texting him back, we decide on a meeting place, and I make my way there. Harry is all smiles when we make eye contact, and to be honest, I'm not really having it.

"Yeh alright?" Harry asks as I approach him; he can obviously see that I'm not my usual self.

"Fine." I am short in my answer, and I bite my lips slightly in an attempt to hide my irritation. I don't really want to talk this out as I'm feeling slightly irrational. "Ready to go home? Or did you want to go to the after party?"