Begin Again (Sequel to Stand Up)

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Chapter 5:

Poppy POV:

We were finally home again. It's the 27th of July and our plane had just landed. I packed up my carry on things and turned to me snoring husband, shaking him awake.

"Wha?" Harry asked drowsily and I laughed, giving his nose a flick.

"Hey!" He exclaimed rubbing his nose sensitively in his adorable accent. I laughed and gave him a hug.

"I'm sorry Hazzabear..." I giggled and he childishly pointed to his nose, waiting for a kiss. I laughed and pinched his cheeks, making him wince away playfully.

"Awww does little Hazza need his momma to kiss his boo boo?" I asked fluttering my eyes, and he stuck out his tongue.

Finally I gave up and kissed his nose, rolling my eyes teasingly. Harry smiled proudly and kissed me on the lips quick.

"Your so cute, babe." Harry laughed and I struck a pose.

"YOU KNOW IT!" I yelled, earning disapproving looks from others on the plane. Harry laughed and I slowly sunk down in my seat.

"Oh god..." I muttered and Harry chuckled. Finally our plane was safe to leave and we headed out o the airport and into the car for our hour and a half drive back home.

The car had country playing softly through the speakers of the Porsche, just above a whisper. I leaned back in my seat and watched the dark outside world zoom past, as Harry drove in a comfortable silence. He kept his focus on the road, one had on the wheel, and one hand in mine, rubbing small circles into it soothingly.

I drowsily smiled, at my husband who gave me a kiss on the hand.

"Go to sleep Princess, I'll be here." Harry whispered, looking at me adoringly. I smiled and closed my eyes, thinking of our honeymoon.

From having a picnic in the jungly part of Corfu, to playing in the ocean by our hotel all by ourselves, to trying new and shall I say AMAZING Greek food, to watching the famous Santorini sunset, to photo bombing other tourists photos, to spending amazing time in our hotel, simply watching High School Musical and just enjoying each others company....

It was every thing I had dreamt it would be and more. Just Harry and I, and an interrupting room service lady....

That would be something I will NEVER forget.

Actually, all of this will be unforgotten. It will always go down as a memory that nothing could compare to along with Harry giving me a promise ring, Harry proposing, and Harry saving me in Forever 21.

Irreplaceably perfect.

When we got back, everyone was at my mansion and tackled us in hugs.

"Oh my god Poppy, how was it!?" Katelyn squealed and I hugged my best friend, missing her so much. The rest of the girls ran over to me and have me a HUGE group hug squealing.

"It was the best six nights of my life." I said, grinning. Eleanor had a look of audacity on her face as she gasped.

"Poppy! The best six NIGHTS of your life? What did Harry do now..." She exclaimed and I gasped, blushing red.

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!" I explained and all the girls laughed. I laughed along with them, mentally face palming myself.

"But seriously girl, how DID it go?" Danielle asked and I blushed.

"A bit better than expected..." I trailed off and the girls all squealed like a group of fangirls who got to meet One Direction. (ironic huh?)

I shushed them and they all giggled. I pulled them into a group huddle and told them that I would tell them EVERYTHING later. They all nodded excitedly and bounced off to the game room, with Perrie leading the way.

Then out of nowhere, I felt strong arms pick me up from behind and spin me around in a hug, sweeping my feet off the ground. I giggled and then my captor set me down and spun me around, revealing a grinning Zayn.

I smiled and pulled him into a HUGE bear hug. All the boys then came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I gave them all a tight squeeze.

"I'm so glad your home love, we've missed you so much!" Liam exclaimed and I smiled at him, pulling the boy into a hug.

Then suddenly I felt EXTREMELY nauseous. I dropped my arms from around Liam and stared at he floor, trying to focus my now dizzy sight. The five boys all steadied me and looked at me in instant concern.

Why am I so light headed and nauseous?

"Poppy!?"

"Poppy love are you alright!?"

"Poptart?"

"Oh my god are you okay?"

"Princess?"

Oh god...

And that's when I took off running.

I sprinted off to the nearest bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. Then I hurriedly flicked open the toilet seat and puked for several minutes.

Everyone was pounding on the door outside, asking if I was okay. I breathed heavily and unevenly, closing my eyes.

Then I carefully and slowly got up, flushing the toilet, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pale and messy, my hair frizzy and my eyes dark.

Why did I just puke?

I never puke.

It's only July, it's clearly not flu season.

Maybe I ate a bad food in Greece?

No that's unlikely...

Unless I'm... Oh god, not...

Pregnant?