*A month later*
Harry's p.o.v:
The day of Taylor's first show back. But of course, this was different. She was showing, and the fans had no idea about the baby yet. Taylor and I had planned out a fun little way to tell them tonight, and i was excited. But i was also worried. I didn't want Taylor to stress herself too much and work too hard that she could lose the baby. I needed her to be safe, but i didn't want to step on her toes and add even more tension to the scenario. Luckily, i had faith in my girlfriend. I trusted her judgement, and if she thought she could do it, then i believed in that.
"She's amazing!" Gemma said to me after watching Taylor rehearse. She'd come to London to watch the show tonight. Of course, she was thrilled as ever to be an Auntie. My mum had come too, and she was getting along perfectly with Andrea, which made me happy. They'd met before, of course. But they'd never really done a lot together. I was glad they got this bonding session, so they could prepare for grandmother-ism together.
"Yes, indeed she is!" I laughed. "You act surprised."
"Well, not all pregnant women can do that." She shrugged. "I'm afraid i won't if i ever get pregnant. Sorry for the disappointment, but you have her so it's fine."
"Oh, food!" I said, sniffing the air. Gemma looked offended that i chose to ignore what she said. Before she could say anything i walked away, following the smell of freshly baked... cookies. Cookies. Taylor must have baked cookies last night when i was showering! I knew she was acting strange, sneaking about the house and covering the open with endless amounts of tea towels. Cute little Taylor.
"Taylor." I sighed as i arrived at her side, grabbing a cookie from the jar she was handing out.
"Ugh!" Taylor said. "I hate your nose! But i love it."
"And you know what I love?"
"Me." Taylor said, as i nodded.
I kissed her before she needed to leave for more rehearsals. It was always long days before the shows, with extra rehearsals. Ugh. I had to admit, it did get boring just standing around making small talk with people i couldn't care less about.
"Hey mate." Paul Sidoti - Taylor's long term guitarist - said. I hadn't spoken to him before, so we'll see how this goes. "I'm Paul."
"Harry." I nodded, shaking his hand.
"I just want to say you're the first boyfriend she's had that ever comes and watches her rehearse. You come to every show. You've stopped what you're doing for her. And it's paying off. I can tell how happy she is with you. You're the one, mate."
"Gee, thanks mate." I smiled. I certainly was not expecting that. These people made Taylor's exes seem like really bad people. Well, Jake and Calvin were bad people. But Tom? Come on, cut him some slack. He only dated Taylor for a few months and that was when she wasn't even touring!
I felt bad judging Taylor's exes though, because i didn't know the full story. I'm not saying Taylor was in the wrong, i'm just saying that i didn't feel like i had the right to judge. Treat people with kindness.
