Perrie was walked trough the hallway, thinking about her life and her future. She was thinking about her one-year long relationship, her unexpected an early pregnancy. She loves Harry, of course she does, and he's really nice and respectful about her state (and he refused sex last night because he won't hurt his babe!), but he's planning things, so many things.
He's planning their wedding even he didn't propose to her. He's constantly searching names for the baby. He's planning their whole life about that pregnancy, and the truth was they were doing things so fast..

"Hey babe, what are you doing? You're just standing there with a thoughtful look on your face. Is there something wrong?". She suddenly heard Harry's voice coming from the end of the hallway, woke her up to her trance state.
Perrie shook her head. "I was thinking. Nothing's wrong, don't worry."
I'm a liar. I really am.
"I'm pretending to believe in you. Wanna come in our dressing room and talk about what is happening?", he asked. He was believing in an affermative answer.
"Uhm, yeah".

What's going wrong?, she thought. I mean, Little Mix are still on tour, we will be on tour for the next six months, my belly will grow and I'll be not able to perform anymore, because I won't be able to dance, and our choreography will be ruined. And that means our shows will be bored and mixer will not buy tickets or cds. I don't want that.

"It's because of the pregnancy, mh? You were quite happy about it lately", Harry interrupted Perrie's thoughts, she looked him and whispered a little 'no', then she moved her gaze elsewhere.
"I didn't wanna this pregnancy to change everything, to overturn our lives! But, guess what? It happened", Perrie sat down on the small couch place on the corner of the dressing room. Some paintings were hung on the white walls, appalling.
Harry looked a bit confused. His fingers ran into his hairs.
"You're planning things you didn't mind to plan before. And I heard you talking to your manager about your tour, you will deny it. Have your lost your fucking mind? You're going to deny your first tour as solist, and why? Because your girlfriend is three weeks pregnant? No fucking way!", Perrie yelled, you fucking asshole are not going to deny your fucking tour.
"I'll be on tour once the baby comes, and in his first month. I won't be somewhere in the world and don't see my daughter or son come into existence. If I'll deny this propose, it will be a tour in any case next year. I'll have time to see my baby and love him or her enough and don't cry because I miss its birth", he explained, grabbing Perrie's hand. As she felt his touch she calmed down, but still with bad thoughts in her head.

"Okay, and what about me? I'm on tour for another six months. My belly will grow and I won't be able to dance, ruining our performances and annoying our fans", and those words are just one side of all my thoughts. Wanna talk about last-
"Mh, I don't think you can annoying your fans. It's, like, impossible", he smiled at her.
-last night? You're going to left me horny every night? Don't challenge a pregnant lady if you wanna gettin older!
"Well, and what about yesterday?". He looked at Perrie, confused.
"What did I do?".
"You didn't f-", she never had enough time for reply that an old lady comes into their dressing room and yelled.
"You two! On stage in five minutes".

Harry looked at the old lady and left her a genuine smile, that's because you're nice with everyone.
Because you treat people with kindness.
"Seems that someone claims us. Come on! Stand up and give me an hug and a long kiss right here", he pointed his finger to his mouth and smiled at his beautiful girlfriend.
I'm so lucky to have you.

Geez, I left my comfort-zone and I tried to write a chapter in english like I do in italian.
I'm quite unsure about the final product, and quite proud of it at the same time.

Hope you'll like it! xoxo