Canyon Moon | H.S.

More Surprises (79)

"You are the better half of me, Natalie Moon, you're my partner, my soulmate, my one true love."

"Angel."

I pause the video, turning to look at Harry as he rolls over, his voice low and croaky.

"Sorry bubba, didn't mean to wake you." I say softly.

"How many times have you watched that video?" He asks with a chuckle, pressing his face against my hip, nuzzling against me with his nose.

"It's not always the same video..."

"The difference in angle and who posted it on twitter doesn't make it a different video." He mutters, and I thread my hand through his hair.

"I watch it whenever I can't sleep." I mutter. "Which is quite a lot at the moment."

He blinks his eyes a few times and stares up at me, obviously taking in my tired appearance.

"What time is it?"

I glance down at my phone.

"Quarter past six."

"Have you slept at all?" He asks, and I just shake my head. "Oh babe."

I roll my eyes slightly.

It's just normal to me at this point. As I've gotten more pregnant, I've gotten more uncomfortable and gotten less sleep. That just seems to be the natural order of things.

Jet lag doesn't help either.

It's the last day of tour, and we've been in Australia for about ten days, knocking my body clock right off kilter.

"What's hurting?" He asks, slowly propping himself up on his elbow, his eyes still bleary from sleep.

He must be exhausted, which is an ironic thing for me to think given the whole... you know, carrying a baby thing, but it's right at the end of tour, and he's been non-stop for three months, as well as looking after me and my mood swings.

Thankfully I've been more emotional than I have been angry or anything else, and Harry's pretty good at dealing with me when I'm emotional.

"My legs and my back." I say simply. "My legs have been cramping for about a day now, and though all I want to do is get into bed, lying down makes me realise how much my back aches."

"Oh baby." He says again, leaning forward to press kisses on my arm. "Can I help?"

"I don't really know how you can, H." I say with a small chuckle, putting my phone on the nightstand and shifting uncomfortably.

"I could help you relax?" He says, the tiniest hint of suggestion in his voice.

Do I?...

Maybe. It's been about a week of basically no touching, apart from a small kiss here and there. My body's been so oversensitive, and the thought of him going anywhere near me sexually has made my stomach hurt.

Bless him, it took him a while to get used to, especially as we'd gone straight from a week where I was literally all over him every second of the day, my hormones way out of whack.

We were a bit much that week. Thankfully we were at home for most of it, so we could hole ourselves away.

"Maybe." I reply simply.

It's enough for him though, as he immediately gets a lopsided grin on his face and starts shuffling down the bed, clambering not very gracefully until he's between my legs.

"Slowly H." I mutter.

I'm know I'm not in the mood to just go all out all at once.

I'm taken by surprise by him placing a soft kiss on my ankle as his hands start kneading into the skin of my calves. I wince slightly, feeling how tense they are, but take a deep breath and try to relax, smiling slightly at the sight of him.