Direction Dreamer

Chapter Thirty Four

Author's Note: Ugh I feel so terrible I didn't write for like a week I'M SO SORRY TO MY READERS, I FEEL TERRIBLE. I just had a REALLY tough week, my dog was sick and we put her down on Wednesday and I had her for half of my life and she was a vegetable and it was absolutely horrible and the night before that happened my best friend slept over and we made fruit salad while she sang the Wiggles... then I had a new baby cousin named Abby born at 11:53 on Wedneday night and I had to visit her and I had two visits to Boston Children's Hospital this week and it was just not a good week for me so I apologize >.< This is the second to last chapter of DD so enjoy! Also, check out my spin off called "Things I'll Never Say" a Niall Horan fan fic! Please comment, vote, fan me! I love that I'm almost at 12.5K reads, its amazing! Thank you to all of my readers, I love you all so much! Enjoy chapter thirty four :)

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The moment the plane landed in London my body jerked itself around and I ran to the toilet, sick to my stomach. Harry followed closely behind to make sure I was alright, and after about ten minutes of hurling up food from Dunkin Donuts, I was done. We walked off the plane into a rainy day in London. “Home sweet home!” I smiled sweetly, and fans were already waiting for us to mob us. I was eight months pregnant, there was no need for this. I pushed past people and made my way into the limousine that was waiting to whisk us away to Princess Park Manor, where a moving truck would be waiting for us with all of our belongings pre-packed and awaiting out arrival. We were moving out, moving into an estate called the Jersey House, an eight bedroom mansion so we could host the boys. It was gorgeous inside and out – we’d combed through dozens of homes before I fell in love with this one, and Harry insisted upon purchasing it. So that was that, we had our own home that would soon be filled with two tiny feet with ten tiny toes and fingers, a small cry, love and a lot of laughter and memories just waiting to be made. Harry had even called in help to clear out a room which would be the baby’s bedroom, though I insisted that we needed to be the ones to decorate it. I wouldn’t have it any other way. As we drove toward the manor, my anxiety was sky high, I’d soon be bidding my home goodbye and moving on in life, moving in with my amazing fiancé where we would be alone at last.

I walked along the edges of my old bedroom, running my fingers against the walls and flashing back to my first day here at the manor. I was sixteen, I was scared, and I was so different. I was just falling for Harry then, and now I was full fledge in love with him. Lou hated the thought of us dating, and now he was to be the best man at our wedding. I didn’t have any blood relatives alive then, now I had three biological sisters who were seemingly doing alright back in Missouri. Life was for lack of a better word, ideal. How I’d gotten so lucky, I didn’t know. Life works in mysterious ways, I suppose. “Baby, are you ready?” Harry walked in as I sat cross legged on the barren bed staring up at the blank ceiling. “You okay?” he asked, and I concealed my swelling eyes with a swipe beneath my eye. “You aren’t okay.” He said, and sat beside me on the bed, pulled me into his lap and let me melt into his body. “This place has so many memories. We fell in love here, Hazza.” I frowned. Not because I was sad that I’d fallen in love with him, but because this was essentially where he and I originated and now we were leaving it behind. “I know that we did.” he smiles, playing with my hair, running the wispy strands across his fingers. “There are so many memories.” I whined. “We’ll make more, we need our own place Mikka… for the baby.” he whispered, head resting by my ear on my shoulder, and he leaned in to kiss my neck. “Okay.” I said, and crawled out of his lap. He left the room to give me a minute. “Goodbye” I whispered and flicked the light switch off, closing the door behind me, shutting away my younger years, shutting away the piece of me that had brought me here.