the baby project | harry styles

Chapter 20 - On the Road Again

Harry's POV

I chuckled to myself as I buckled myself into the seat, recalling three nights ago.

Three nights ago was one of the best nights of my life. Cheryl and I got to have that good old feeling again (wink, wink), and she got to see me perform for the very first time.

I took Cheryl to the tour bus so we could have our fun, and once we got inside, we made sure no one was in there to witness it. But shortly after we finished, Niall came in looking me. Cheryl was cracking up laughing because I was trying to get my clothes back on so quickly, and I sort of toppled over. Personally, I didn't think it was all that funny, but I let her have her moment because I knew it wouldn't be long until I had mine.

Niall soon found us, fully clothed, and started laughing as well because apparently he knew what we were doing. Cheryl and I tried to play it off as best as we could, but anything we attempted, failed.

Anyway, now I was back on another plane because unfortunately we still had a few more performances to do. Now this was really stupid, but it was what I had to do; it was my job—I had to go back to London for Cheryl's ultrasound. I was definitely not going to miss that. The good thing was that we got another week off because it was already the middle of the tour, and we were doing a really swell job.

So there I was, thinking about the good times. Then I started thinking about how old I was getting. I was about to be twenty-one, and about to have my own daughter or son—with my own last name. It's all a bit puzzling to think about how this year blew by. I started the year out liking Cheryl from the very first time I saw her at Starbuck's, working behind the counter, and now I'm marrying and having a baby with her. It seems like it was just yesterday that I've layed my lips upon her's. Alas, it's been a year.

All of a sudden, I was shook out of my blazing, rampaging thoughts that seemed never to disappear. "Earth to Harry!" Louis said as I flinched myself out of my daze.

"We're here, you donut." Liam laughed and hit me playfully on the top of my head. I chuckled and stood up. Liam wasn't the best at offending people; which is a good thing.

"Were you day dreaming about Cher-yl?" Niall teased, pinching me on the cheek. I shoved him slightly out of the way so I could get my suitcase down, forcing a heap of laughter from his sailor of a mouth.

"You're just jealous." I smirked slyly, Niall sticking his tongue out at me as if it were to hurt me in the most horrible way possible.

"You mean jealouis," Louis reminded as he tossed his backpack over his shoulders. I rolled my eyes at him and pushed my way passed him, all of them following in my foot steps.

"So where are we going first?" I asked as I rolled my suitcase across the cement. Liam caught up with me, walking by my side.

I sure hoped that we could just get this night over with so I could be with Cheryl again to see my baby. That was going to be a real sight to see.

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The concert was incredible! Fans everywhere sang along, and we got to meet some of them as well. They were amazingly loud, which amped us up even more; so we were more hyper than usual on stage. It was just awesome—and now, I was buying my plane ticket back to London. It was about to be one in the morning, and I was about to fall over from exhaust, but the thought of Cheryl screamed at me to stay awake. Certainly, I was not going to miss it.

"Wait. Are you Harry Styles?" The plane assistant questioned me before I plopped myself into my seat. I turned toward her slowly.

"Yes," I replied groggily as her smile grew in length.

"Can I have your autograph?" She asked another question and I shrugged. I just wanted to get home to Cheryl and my warm, comforting bed.

"Sure," I said, forcing a fake smile. She dug out a piece of paper and a pencil out of her pocket as if she knew this was going to happen. She handed it to me, and I quickly scribbled in my signature the way I usually did whenever I signed my name. I gave it back to her in exchange for a thank you and a bunch of giggles as she walked off.

I tore my beats out of my backpack and plugged them into my phone to listen to some music. I placed them on my head, tilted my seat back a tad bit, and closed my eyes.

I thought it had only been three seconds since I had shut my eyes to get a little sleep, but in reality it had been two hours and twenty-one minutes exactly. The same assistant shook me from my slumber and my eyes—red and squinted—fluttered open. I glanced up at her, taking my beats off as she smiled kindly, "You've reached your destination."

I nodded and stood up slowly, stumbling to get my things out from above me. I threw my backpack over my shoulders, and rolled my suitcase out of the plane. I was way passed ready to get home and get in bed. I sure hoped Cheryl was still awake because I usually woke her up every time I came home late, and most of the times that's happened she couldn't go back to sleep.

So to make sure she was awake, I texted her <Hey babe. I'm ten minutes away from the flat.> I waited for her to text back as I staggered along the cement until I came upon the main corridor of the London airport.

Once I got inside, my cell pinged with a text. <Hey Curly. Okay, door's unlocked and I'm waiting for you in bed. Tired tonight?> She sent me, and I didn't want to say no because I knew what she was leading me on to, but I didn't want to say yes either because I was tired. I was exhausted.

<Yeah I am tired. Concert wore me out. Fell asleep on plane for two hours.> I replied back and continued my way through the main entrance heading to my Range Rover. I climbed my weary body inside and sat there waiting for another response from Cheryl.

<Okay sweetheart. That's fine. I understand. But before you go to sleep, at least give me a kiss and cuddle me.> Cheryl texted back, making me smile to myself. She was too good for me—I've said this before—but I still loved her with all my heart and soul. And whatever she wanted, I was going to give it to her.

<Alrighty, be home soon xx.> I typed back and sent, putting my phone on the dashboard, starting up the engine. Finally, I pulled the car out of the airport parking lot and started my way on the road again.

On the road again, I sang to myself in my head and laughed. I can't wait to get on the road again.

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