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CHAPTER 19

A.N. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE TO MY BABY I'M SO IN MY FEELS TODAY SO HERE IS AN UPDATE

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19—Renleigh Kensington

3 MONTHS LATER: MAY 2021

Truly, there was nothing funnier than seeing articles pop up left, right and centre, all of them containing the photo of Harry, absolutely wasted, with a massive rip down his arse. He somehow managed to tear his trousers three months ago, when we all went out for his birthday. It was a late get-together meal, where a few of his work mates were invited—took me a bit of time to gather them around—as well as his closer friends then obviously Zayn and Charlotte. It was so much better than I expected it to be, everyone seemed to get along and have fun.

Although, I doubt that's hard to make happen when alcohol is provided, right?

That's how Harry managed to rip his trousers. He was going insane, absolutely off his head. Somehow, a group of paparazzi found us and so as we were leaving The Ivy in Manchester, they kind of surrounded us. Now, this is where it got kind of uncomfortable but nevertheless funny. Harry decided to be my human shield as I linked arms with Charlotte and Zayn followed close behind us with Levi. Harry was in front of us as he placed his hands in the air and tried to push away the camera people with their massive lenses and bothering flashes. In the process of doing that, he kind of tripped and to stop himself from hugging the asphalt, he squatted down. I have no idea how he even did it, but from that, he managed to just rip his trousers where it was sewed together. The face he made was deeply embedded into my brain, although even if I tried, I couldn't have forgotten it since it was all over the internet.

It worked so perfectly for us as well because I would rather the media focus on that than the fact that I was pregnant. No one knew anything specific, it was all speculations. The only solid evidence they had was from the interview Harry gave a while back but it's been so long since then that it's pretty outdated. I haven't been out much since the birthday party because I couldn't hack it. In some ways, I knew that was my last outing for a while, anyway, not that I had many people to go out with in general. Business gatherings are different, I actually enjoy those.

Currently, however, I was trying not to go insane. Harry could not stop looking at me every five minutes with concerned eyes. He sometimes switched it up with an 'are you okay?' or 'how you doing?' which I thought was nice. At the start. But when he asked me those questions for the thirtieth time, I just felt like taking the pillow from behind my back and suffocating him with it.

He was sitting on the couch next to me, writing something up as I binge watched a Netflix show. Honestly, once I got into something, I just watched it over and over again because I got emotionally attached to it and finding another show was just too hard.

"Do you reckon we'll be going tonight?" Harry asked when the credits started to roll on the TV. I quickly stopped it before it switched onto the next episode because I needed a wee.

"I'm not sure," I said. "I would need to be feeling contractions like painful contractions to go to the hospital, right? Otherwise, they will just send us back home and I can't be arsed with that."

"True," he nodded. "How you holding up?"

"Well, only difference from five minutes ago is that I'm close to pissing myself so if you could make yourself useful and pull me up from this couch, I could go do my business," I smiled at him sweetly.

"How do you know you need a wee and it's not your water breaking?"

"Pretty sure women have no control over their water breaking," I commented.