Chapter 6

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Selena's POV

"Harry?" I called out when I was already downstairs.

I didn't see him all day. It's 6:44 PM and haven't seen him since this afternoon. Where the hell was he? I put a hand on my back, supporting myself as I walk towards the living room but it was empty. I called him once more a little bit louder this time.

"Harry, Where are you?" I called out. I saw Lydia sweeping the floor. I walked towards her and spoke. "Lydia, have you seen Harry?" I asked.

Lydia looked up at me. "Yeah. I think I saw him walk inside the guest room with-"

Lydia was cut off by Harry's raspy voice.

"Hey, babe." He said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his chest and leaned down to kiss my lips but I turned away. So, he ended up kissing my temple.

"Where were you? I've been looking everywhere for you, Harry." I stated.

"Just working on something. I'm sorry." He said, smiling at me.

" 'Just working on something'?" I asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"Erm, yeah. Do you wanna see it?" He asked, taking my hand and intertwining them with his.

I shrugged. "Oh, sure." I said, following as we both walk upstairs.

Harry carefully helped me walk upstairs and stopped in front of the guestroom that is located right next to ours. I looked up at Harry with my eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" I said.

He just smiled at me and slowly opened the door. The time Harry fully opened the door, I couldn't help but gasp. Oh, my God. I place my hand on my mouth as I step inside the nursery. A small chair and couch are placed beside the brown crib with pink and purple blankets and a lull tuner that is hanged up. There is a also a picture of Harry and I that is hanged on the wall.

There are multiple ones also but there isn't a picture yet. On the wall, Genevieve's name are pasted in a perfect kind of way. The floor was carpet. There stuffed toys that are scattered on the corner of the room. I opened the small closet and smiled. It was filled with small dresses and clothes of Genevieve. The walls are painted with pink, white and black. And it's a good view of it. Especially for a baby.

"Harry... I don't know what to say. This is so, so beautifully designed. Thank you." I said turning to him and engulfed him in a hug.

"Oh, you're welcome, babe. You know you should thank the boys and Josh for helping me set it up." Harry said, hugging me back.

I nodded. "So, that is why you were not seen for the whole day?" I said, smiling up at him.

Harry chuckled. "Yeah, absolutely." He said.

"That's beautiful photo, though." I said pointing at the picture of us that was hanged up the wall.

Harry looked at the picture and smiled. "Yeah. That's the one we took in Italy. When we were at the park." He said, looking back down at me.

"Yeah. When we asked the grumpy man to take a photo of us." I said, laughing at the thought.

Harry joined me. "And I told him it's okay if he didn't want to take one but he insisted." Harry said resting his chin on top of my head.

"Yeah." I said, smiling.

Harry swayed me side by side as we stood at the middle of Genevieve's nursery. This is just so beautiful.

"Let's rat dinner?" I said turning around to face him.

Harry nodded. "Okay. Let's go." He said taking my hand.

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