Canyon Moon | H.S.

Stagefright (75)

"Are you sure about this?" Harry says quietly, getting his phone out of his pocket.

"Definitely." I say happily. "I'm close to the end of my first trimester and haven't had any problems. We could wait another few weeks, but I don't want to wait any longer, especially when we've already told some people. Now feels like the perfect time."

He grins at me.

"Okay. So we'll call Gem now, and then we'll get the band together and tell them, yeah?"

I just nod and shuffle my seat so I'm sitting next to him. My eyes glance around our shared dressing room nervously as the phone rings.

"Hi baby brother." Gemma says as her face appears on the screen. "Oh hi Natalie!"

Harry rolls his eyes at her and I give a little wave to the phone.

"Hi Gemma! Good to see you."

"Good to see you Gem."

"How's it going?" She asks.

"All going well. Soundcheck passed without problems, so we're all set for tonight." Harry says, resting his hand on my leg gently.

"How're you feeling about it, Nat?"

My stomach lurches just thinking about it.

"I'm like, constantly shaking at the moment." I say with a nervous laugh. "I'm really excited, don't get me wrong, but really fucking scared as well."

She chuckles softly, and Harry glances at me reassuringly.

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

"She's absolutely killed it in every rehearsal," Harry says, his eyes darting to mine, "once the adrenaline's going you'll have nothing to worry about."

My teeth catch my lip nervously, but I nod, trying to convince myself of the same thing.

My stomach has been in knots all day - even the soundcheck didn't help, despite it going really well.

Maybe that's why, I've always thought it better to make mistakes at the rehearsal and then surprise yourself with the actual performance. Not that I'm really speaking from experience.

"Aw well, good luck to both of you, not that either of you need it." Gem says warmly, and I smile appreciatively.

"There's actually a reason why we called, Gem." Harry says, his grip on my hand tightening slightly.

I glance at him and I can see the excitement in his eyes as he has to bite back a smile.

"Yeah? What is it? Are you both alright?"

Harry glances at me, practically jittering, and I give his hand a squeeze.

We agreed that he should be the one to tell Gemma and the band, as they're closer to him, and I'll give Maggie and Celeste a call probably tomorrow and tell them.

"You're gonna be an aunt, Gem." Harry says simply.

Gemma's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a huge smile spreading across her face.

"You're pregnant?" She asks me, and I nod happily. "Congratulations, you two!"

"Thank you." I say softly, leaning against Harry, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

"How far along are you?"

"Ten weeks." I say.

I let go of Harry's hand and stand up, pulling up Harry's shirt that I'm wearing to reveal my small bump, smiling as Harry turns the phone around and Gemma gasps.