You Can Call Me Queen Bee

Chapter 19

A/N: Mature scenes

Twenty-seven weeks

Wedding invitations were being sent out and we still wanted it to be in Westminster Abbey even though some of the politicians didn't. They hadn't made a decision yet, but we were getting there.

I was inviting some of my friends and Eleanor was going to be my Maid of Honour, Niall being Harry's, Best Man of course.

I knocked at Zayn's apartment door and waited patiently outside.

Zayn and I had become friends over the weeks as we would sometimes see each other in the hallway or bump into each other in the foyer. We had a few things in common with each other, and I realised that he was a nice guy, even though he was a bit quiet sometimes.

"Hey, your highness" Zayn greeted as he opened the door, only peeking his head around the door.

"We are friends now, there is no need for you to calm me, your highness, it's just really formal, I think with passed formalities now."

"Oh thank you, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to give you this," I said, handing him an envelope.

"What is it?" he muttered.

"Umm... Open it and you'll find out."

"Alright, no need to be sassy" he joked.

"Sorry! can't help it" I laughed.

I waited as I watched him open the envelope with a frown. He read the letter inside and soon his eyes widened.

"You're inviting me to your wedding?!"

"Yes, I consider you as a friend, so you can come."

"Thank you very much" he smiled.

"You can meet my friend Liam, he's very friendly, I can show you a picture if you'd like?" I replied, starting to take my phone out.

"Oh, okay."

I searched for a picture of him and showed it to Zayn. His eyebrows raised and he looked a bit flustered as well when he saw him.

"He looks nice", he said, and I smirked.

"I think you two would get along well but anyway I've got to go, I'll see you soon."

"Alright, bye" Zayn answered before closing the door.

I sighed as I started to rub the protuberance of my belly. Being pregnant was slightly difficult, having swollen feet, mood swings and bad backs but Harry was always there to help me. I opened the door of our flat and stepped in. Harry was reading a newspaper, as per usual and I smiled at he sight. I hobbled over to him, sitting down a few spaces away from Harry.

"Being pregnant is so tough" I sighed as I touched my belly.

"Yeah, it looks tough Lou... would you like me to rub your feet for you?"

"Thank you" I smiled. "My feet do hurt a bit."

"Okay, lift your feet up" he replied, putting down his newspaper.

I lifted my feet up onto his lap and relaxed back into the couch. He carefully rubbed the soles of my feet, and I sighed contentedly.

He spent a few minutes at my feet before I told him to stop.

"Thank you Harry" I grinned as I slid over to him.

"You can sleep on me if you like, you look a bit tired, Doctor said that you can't move around an awful lot", he said as he patted his lap.