Little [Harry Styles]

[49]

26th November 2015

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Everyone loved the album.

It was never a doubt in my mind that they would but the reception the boys had received was unbelievable even to the most experienced of artists. Every single day it seemed like a new record had been broken, and every single day it never failed to make Harry grin like a child on Christmas.

He was so happy it had been received well by everyone. By his own admission he said this album was one that he felt was full of more raw emotion than ever before, and I think it only made the fans love it even more.

The past two weeks had been completely full of interviews, performances and appearances each morning, noon and night. There had been interviews in almost every timezone, at all hours of the day to promote the album and all four of them appeared with the same amount of enthusiasm to the first as they did the last. I think all of them knew this was going to be it for a while; this was the last promo run before their break, none of them really knew when (or if) they'd ever do it again.

Management was squeezing every last drop out of them though. Every opportunity they had to put them into an interview was taken, and at some points it was questionable as to which timezone the boys were living in because they certainly weren't sleeping at normal hours.

Today had finally arrived though, and with it the end of the promotional tasks for ten days while we jetted off to the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea. It felt wrong going away at such a pinnacle time but I'd suggested to Harry that we delay it and he refused, insisting he needed this now. Who was I to deny him that?

"Fuck me." He muttered as he lifted one of the three suitcases from the bed and onto the floor. "Have you packed the bloody kitchen sink?"

"Everything but." I shrugged as I watched him in amusement in the reflection of the mirror.

"You know we're only away for ten days, don't you? You don't have to pack your whole wardrobe."

Despite the frown on his face as he moved the suitcase to the hallway I could see the difference in the way he was acting. He'd been understandably stressed with the amount of work he'd been rushed to do before us going away, but he seemed brighter from the second we woke up that morning. His skin seemed to have more colour in it and the spring in his step had returned; it was a relief really, part of me was worried he was heading down a path I've been down with him before.

"Are you nearly ready? Car will be here in ten!"

"Yeah! I'm ready!"

"Mummy takes forever to get ready, doesn't she? Say...hurry up Mummy!" I heard Harry speaking to Isabella in the baby voice we both use too often as I grabbed my handbag and headed down the stairs.

The two of them were waiting in the hallway by the front door; Harry was dressed in a black sweatshirt and jeans with a thick, brown jacket over the top to keep out the cold November air. he'd also dressed Isabella, leaving her in the Burberry duffle coat someone had gotten her for her birthday, that made me cringe just thinking about spilling something on it, and black leggings with a beanie hat on her head with the ends of her curls just poking out of the sides.

"Daddy usually takes twice as long as Mummy does." I rolled my eyes as I reached the bottom, Harry only grinned cheekily at my comment. "Are you ready to go on holiday Bella?"

"Yeah!" She yelled excitedly while bouncing up and down in Harry's arms as he struggled to contain her.

"Yeah you are!" He chuckled, "You've got your sunglasses and everything...cool dude!"