You Can Call Me Queen Bee

Chapter 17

Twenty Weeks.

January had passed, and we were just starting February, which of course was Harry's birthday (in my opinion one of the most important birthdays of all). On Christmas day, I got a letter from the little girl, Annabelle, that I met last Christmas at the adoptive centre. She told me that she had been adopted by a lovely family and she had another sister that she could live with. She even drew me a picture, which I was very excited about, and I wrote her a letter back as well.

Birthday's were always special but since it was my Fiancé's birthday it had to be extra special.

My belly had grown quite a lot over the past few weeks, and the regular doctor's appointments were very helpful. I had to get an Amniocentesis test a few weeks ago, but it turns out nothing is supposedly wrong with the babies.

Of course, the press have found out that I'm pregnant (you can't hide a growing stomach for too long) and some were positive and some were negative as well, but you get used to it.

I had already planned a full day out for Harry and hopefully he'll enjoy it.

"Harry, I just need to get something from downstairs, I'll be up in second."

"Will you be okay?"

"Yes, I promise I'll see you in a second."

"Alright," he sighed just as I slipped out of the door.

When I got out, I saw someone who was just closing the door to their own apartment in the middle of the hallway.

"Oh, hey, you're one of the neighbours right?" the man said just as he took the key out of the door.

"Yes I am."

When he turned to see me, his eyes widened.

"Your highness, I didn't realise it was you," he said before bowing.

"It's okay" I giggled before walking towards the elevator, and he followed beside me.

"I'm Zayn" he stated when the elevator doors opened.

"Hello Zayn, I'm Louis" I smiled then I held my hand out for him to shake.

"H-Hi."

"No need to be nervous, just think of me as another person."

"Okay," he replied when the elevator started to go down.

"So what do you do Zayn?" I asked after a few seconds.

"I'm a model actually, probably not the most famous, but I'm still making a living."

"You must be good to live in one of these flats, don't take that the wrong way or anything, I meant it nicely."

"It's fine" Zayn paused. "Not to be rude, but why are you in this building I thought you were living in Buckingham Palace?"

"I live here secretly with my Fiancé, don't tell anyone I live here as well, I don't want people bombarding our flat" I laughed nervously just as the doors opened.

"I understand."

"Well, it was nice meeting you" I grinned before stepping out of the elevator.

"You too" he called out.

I went right up to the receptionist's desk and rested my forearms on the marble table.

"Hello, I was wondering whether my parcel came for me?"

"Yes it has, your highness," he said.

We had never really had a proper conversation except for occasional hi's and goodbye's to each other. I looked at his name tag, and his name was Nicholas.