Direction Dreamer

Chapter Thirty

Author's Note: Hello lovelies :) If anybody actually reads this, I'd like to sincerely apologize for the late update! I've been sickly in the hospital, and while I DID have my laptop, typing with an IV in your hand is like, impossible! I'm out now though and on the road to recovery! SO this is one of the last few chapters, enjoy! Please vote, comment, fan me! Voting/commenting lets me know if I should follow through with a sequel and a spin-off or not, which I have big plans for given that I go through with them! Enjoy chapter thirty! ♥

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There was something about Disney world that made my heart skip a beat, kind of like my first date with Harry. The entire park was filled with people; people of different sizes and ages, people of different ethnicities and religions, all brought together by the magic held within the park. Lines for rides stretched for miles it seemed, and I didn’t see a single face pass by without a smile planted on them. People called this park the happiest place on earth, and I could see why. I’d always wanted to come here, but growing up, that just wasn’t an option. Now here I was, and it was just as I had dreamed it would be. It was so incredible, being at Disney World. I felt like a little kid, running around snapping pictures of anything, everything. The guys could hardly keep up with me, and I was the one who was nearly six months pregnant. Naturally the huge park also carried a huge fan base, so the boys had to keep stopping to hand out autographs – some on hats, T-shirts, and much to my dismay, skin. I didn’t mind the other guys, but quite a few girls asked Hazza to sign their chests, or other areas… which I wasn’t too fond of. The green monster of envy took over me, and I was at my wit’s end with a couple of ditzy girls - a brunette and a blonde whom I nicknamed Jane and Barbie Jr. – who kept poking and prodding at Harry’s arms and latching onto him like hungry ticks on a dog. “Pardon” I said, pulling Harry into me full force and kissing him. The two girls gave me a disgusted look and backed away. “What was that all about?” he asked, looking at me with curious eyes. “Oh, you know. I just needed to kiss you. Hormones!” I announced, and all of the others rolled their eyes. They practically read my mind by now, and all of them knew very well how jealous I got when other girls hung on my Harry. I would have none of that. He was mine, and only mine. He knew that, I’d made that very clear after the Demi dilemma. “Okay then baby.” He said, and kept moving forward. Silly little clueless Hazza. Oh, what was I going to do with him?

The boys got a pretty pleasant surprise in the evening when we discovered Eleanor, Danielle and Perrie in our suite at Cinderella’s castle. It was nice that the park was kind enough to let us vacate it. It was a pleasant surprise for me too, because being the only female in a boy band could, at times, be kind of insane. The boys welcomed the girls with open arms, and a pang of guilt swept over me when I realized that Niall was the only lad of the entire group who was still rolling solo. Poor ickle baby Niall. Liam made plans to take Danielle to Typhoon Lagoon tomorrow; Louis planned a romantic day out with Eleanor at the Magic Kingdom, Zayn was taking Perrie to Disney Hollywood Studios, and Niall, Haz and I would be going to Universal so I could diminish my Harry Potter cravings. I was hoping that we wouldn’t get mobbed with fans; there was nothing worse than die-hard Potterhead Directioners. Especially at Universal with One Direction present. I could feel the swarm already. I knew that tomorrow was going to be a long day.

“Give. Back. That. Omelet. Right. Now!” I screamed. Never, and I repeat NEVER mess with a pregnant woman’s food. Fair warning, it’s just not a good idea. “Never!” Niall screamed, running around the diner with it while Harry was laughing his head off. Other customers looked frustrated, and frankly pretty angry. We were by all means the definition of disturbing the peace. I stopped chasing Niall, returned back to the table and stole one of Haz’s pancakes, vowing vengeance on the blonde Irish one. He was going to pay for that one. “You two are ridiculous!” Harry chuckled. “Three!” I corrected, rubbing my stomach. Harry walked around to my side so he could lay his face against my stomach and sing. He had this way with the baby, he’d sing or he’d just talk and she’d kick like crazy. She was going to be daddy’s little girl, I knew it. He was whispering to my stomach when Niall returned to the table to scrunch up his face in a childish way and make comments about Harry’s “Father-daughter” time. “Awh, ickle baby Hazza singing to his princess!” Niall laughed, and Harry turned around to shoot him a look. “You’ll do it too when you’re going to be a daddy!” he argued, and returned to singing to my stomach, and laying his cheek flat against it. When Harry did this, it gave me a sense of security and was by far one of the sweetest things I’d ever seen him too. Ever since his recovery from the anti-depressants, he’d been so… fatherly. Ever since we found out that we were having a girl, he was always referring to my stomach as “Princess” or “Pumpkin” and was constantly singing to her, or talking to her. He was really sweet natured about it, and he’d already begun spoiling her. When we went shopping yesterday, he insisted on buying baby clothes and plush toys for her future room. We were debating about the room’s theme. Haz wanted princesses, music, or teddy bears. Personally, I wanted jungle animals or a hot-air balloon themed bedroom. Most of the guys had leaned toward my ideas, but they didn’t shoot down Harry’s, nor did I. His ideas were good, but I knew that we’d need to come to an agreement on it.  We’d be flying home for a week after Orlando to begin moving out of the shared flat with Niall, and into our own so we could begin building a nursery. Niall was a bit sad, but he understood. We offered for him to visit anytime or stay with us, but he declined. He was going to rent out his own flat and live solo until the right girl came along. I knew it was going to be an adjustment, but I couldn’t wait to live with Harry and our daughter, who he was still singing to. I tousled his hair while he sang, and I harmonized with him. These bonding moments between the two of us and our daughter were what made every argument or fight we’d ever had worthwhile. They let me know that Harry was undeniably my soul mate, and that he’d make an amazing father.