FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

#2: a baby?

-in which harry finds out he's going to be a father.

FEBRUARY, 2020.

Harry wanted a lowkey birthday this year. Ever since we had gotten engaged he wanted nothing to do but spend all his time cooped up in our LA home. Clearly that wasn't the case because he had dropped one of the biggest albums of the year and his schedule was filling by the second.

I only know that because I had written down every single appearance he'd be making into my little planner that I dedicated to him. It was quite intimate, us sitting at the dining table as he told me the dates and the events. We were like two teenagers working on a school assignment with the knocking elbows and the sneaky glances with sly smiles.

So when he told me he wanted a lowkey birthday, I laughed in his face. And when he displayed confusion, I pulled out my little planner and pointed at January 31st and he looked at me like he had been slapped in the face by a monkey.

This dumbass had forgotten he had to go to Miami.

Thankfully, when I reminded him of this it was only two days before this event and he had time to pack. He also packed for me because he likes folding all my clothes neatly and placing them into the suitcase by himself. But, every time he packs for me, I always manage to find the most revealing lingerie I've ever seen in my life.

And it's usually lingerie I didn't own. Meaning he went out of his own way to buy it himself.

Idiot. I'm never marrying him he's so stupid.

Anyway, Harry grew very excited for this Miami performance. It was a day before his birthday, but he claimed it would feel like it was already his birthday being with the people he loves. He even had a cake made so he could cut it on stage with his own family. The family being those who are his fans. We don't like calling them that though.

He was also excited I was going. And let me tell you, so was I.

Because I had decided, I was finally going to tell him about the baby.

I'm only a month along, only hitting two months mid February. So, signs and symptoms weren't as obvious yet. Which meant Harry was still super oblivious. Though, there were a few times where I woke up to the smell of eggs and absolutely wanted to stab him in the eye.

I'm pretty sure he was suspicious, but I'm also pretty sure he doesn't want to say anything in fear of me telling him I'm not.

With this excitement, Harry was more distracted and it gave me time to sneak the little sweater into my bag before he could see. Dad ordered the kiwi sweater, by the way. He had it wrapped up for me when I went to visit them. Luckily, Harry wasn't with me.

I planned on telling him after the show. It was a perfect moment because every time he comes off stage he's on this high for the rest of the night and I wanted to add to it. It'd be his early birthday present.

It was exciting and nerve wracking. A moment I was sure would be in the books forever.

Until the day actually came.

Bringing us to now, moments after he had just been told he couldn't go on because of the storm warning.

When those words left the stage manager's mouth, Harry went silent. I could see him physically drain and his face fell so fast and I wanted to pick it right back up.

He didn't look at me as he walked right past and left the backstage area. I sigh, glancing at my purse that's sitting on the couch with the sweater in it.

Sarah makes her way over to me with a sympathetic smile, Mitch in tow.

"If anyone's gonna go check on him, it better be you." She says, squeezing my shoulder.