[ hey guys. so first off i want to point out that i messed up the chapters lol, this is supposed to be chapter 49 but i skipped a number by accident and so now it's 50. but it's whatever i don't feel like going and changing it because the effort. ;) BUT HEY, this chapter is kinda weird, i rushed the beginning a bit as this is more of a filler chapter (basically half of my story is filler chapters) but the next chapter may or may not be in extreme detail. I recieved a message saying the only detailed chapters i make are the pre/post smut writings, which is oddly true. BUT YES HELLO THIS BOOK IS GOING TO BE TAKING A VERY UNEXPECTED TURN SO IM ASKING FOR SOME FAITH FOR ONCE. THANKS I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU FOR THE 1.4K IT'S TRULY WONDERFUL. ILY ILY ILY. (hey btw not all of this has been proof read {ou surry} xxx]

“Amy.” Alyssa pressed as her eyes searched my face.

“Maybe you’re right.” I nodded.

“I’m sorry.” She replied looking down at her stomach.

“It’s alright.” I slightly smiled at her.

I unwrapped myself from the blanket and released myself from Harry. I got up and walked towards her, standing in front of her with my arms wide open. She looked up at me, her lips turning into a small curve, and then standing up also. Her height towered over mine slightly, and I brought her into a hug. Her stomach restricted us from getting as close as we had hoped.

“You’ve gotten so big!” I acclaimed as I took a step back to look at her.

“I know.” She said as she blew out a breath, “Luckily I only have a month left.”

It was now October, and she was due in the second week of November.

“Aren’t you nervous?” I asked as she sat down again.

“Yeah.” She sighed.

I sat in the single seat across from her and gave her a sympathetic look.

“I won’t be here for a bit.”

“Where are you going?” Her voice cracked slightly.

“Africa, and after Christmas is tour.”

Alyssa shrugged her shoulder, “It’s expected.”

I nodded and looked down, apologizing once more. I didn’t enjoy the idea of leaving her, or her leaving me for that matter, but it had to be done. I knew I couldn’t stay with her forever; we’re completely different people, who crave such different things. I only didn’t want to leave her at this time, around the time of her birth and after the Christmas holiday. I knew it would be hard on us all.

Alyssa and Louis soon left, and Harry and I were alone once again.

“Want to get your stuff now, or tomorrow?” Harry asked as his eyes scanned his phone.

“Tomorrow, it’s already 5:00.”

“Want to go get some food?”

“Alright.” I replied as I got up from my warm spot on the couch.

I went upstairs and got my boots, along with a sweater. I wrapped the sweater around me and then went to put on my boots. I made my way back down the stairs; Harry was now at the front door waiting for me. He opened the door and we both made our way out, walking towards his car, we split up to go on our separate sides. I slipped in, the leather on the seats momentarily shocking my legs as I took a seat, causing me to shiver. Harry got in, and turned the car on, along with the heaters.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I watched Harry take off down the road, and turning in the direction of town.

“A Chinese place, we’re going to get take out though.”

“Have you been there before?”

“No,” Harry shook his head. “It’s just opened up.”

“Hopefully it’s good.” I shrugged as I slid my seat belt into place.

Harry took his eyes off the road momentarily, searching for my hand. Once he saw it he placed his hand on top, intertwining our fingers as they rested on my leg. Harry occasionally rubbed his thumb over the side of my hand as he spoke to me. That was one thing about Harry, he always needed to touch me, and I always needed to be in his grasp. I think that was why he was so reluctant to let me leave upon my request to take a break, and that’s why he reacted so dramatically. It was an appealing trait in some sense; I truly adored his protective nature.

I curiously peered out the window as Harry turned into the parking lot. It was a small building, white covering the outside in a chipped stone; the doors reminded me of heavy dungeon doors. The sign in the window stated they were open, and though the window I spotted all the seated customers. The place seemed busy, which was a good thing seeing as it had just opened up.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll go and get everything.” Harry said as he turned the car off after taking a parking spot right out front.

“I want to come inside too.”

“Alright, come on then.” He said as he lightly slapped my thigh. I shook my head as I undid my seat belt, and got out of the car to meet Harry at the door. We walked in, and there was already a line up for the take-out orders. I held onto his wrist as we made our way over, glancing up at the menu to make our choice.

“I think they know who we are.” Harry whispered as he leant down to my ear.

I looked up at him, and he snapped his head towards the group seated by the door. As I looked over they turned away, the table was seated in only teenage girls, and I mentally cursed at the idea of that.

I shrugged and looked back up at the menu, still trying to make a decision.

“Do you know what you’re-“

I was cut off by the group confronting us, causing Harry to redirect his attention. I held onto his arm still as we both turned to face them. Their high voices caused a scene in the middle of the restaurant as they asked for photos with the two of us. We agreed, as there were only 6 of them, but it had still annoyed me that everyone was now watching us, some even taking out their phones. We agreed and took photos with them, chatting for a few minutes as we awaited our turn to order until Harry and I were now next in line to order, and so we said our good byes to the girls, and made our way up. I was still clueless as to what I wanted, but decided to go with whatever Harry was having.

“Can I have the Lemon Chicken with rice and wonton soup please?”

The lady nodded and punched it into the computer, and then looked at me.

“Um,” I started as I looked up again. “Can I have the same also?”

She nodded and smiled at me before getting our orders in. She told us that it would be a few minutes, and directed us to the seating area as we waited. We sat on the bench and I looked around, admiring the decorations of the building, the soft trickling of water in the background brought a peaceful feeling to the warm restaurant.

“I didn’t expect it to be so busy.” Harry gushed.

“Yeah me neither actually.” I shook my head.

“I hope it doesn’t take long, I’m dying.” Harry whined as he laid his head on my shoulder.

I placed my head on his and sighed, “You always smell so minty.”

“I’m just always clean.”

I released an airy laugh and placed my nose onto his hair, lightly taking in his scent.

“Can I use that shampoo?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s for men, like me.” He said pulling away and flexing his arm at me.

I pouted up at him and his playful nature, and he leant over to kiss my head.

Our order was called out, causing Harry to dash to the counter. He got the bags and handed them to me, quickly paying before placing his hand on my back and leading me out. I walked to the car, placing the bags in the back seat before getting in the front with Harry.

Harry sped home, and I constantly warned him to slow down, not wanting to get a speeding ticket, but he used his dying excuse to shut me up.

Harry quickly rushed inside, taking two forks out of the drawer and placing the bags of food onto the kitchen table. I was still at the door untying my shoes when he was unpacking the food. Once I walked in I saw all the food set up for the both of us, still in the take out packages. Harry insisted that they tasted better of you left them in the container, and I laughed at his theory.

I took a seat across from him and began eating my food. I had to admit that it was very good, even better than I had expected. Harry seemed to think the same as well.

We finished our food quickly, and cleaned up our mess. We threw out the containers as Harry placed the forks in the sink. I wiped my hands on my tights and Harry came over to me.

“Maybe we can watch a movie?”

“Sure.” I smiled.

Harry smiled back down at me and pecked my lips, then leading me to the living room. I sat on the couch as Harry put in a movie. Once it was all set up he came over to me, sitting next to me and placing the blanket on top of us.

We watched the movie and I was nearly falling asleep on Harry mid-way through until he spoke up.

“I feel sick.”

I lifted my head from his shoulder, wiggling out of his grasp to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I ran my thumb over his knuckles.

“My stomach hurts.” He sighed.

“Come, we’ll go to bed now. It’s late.” I said as I got up and turned off the TV.

Harry got up, groaning as he straightened himself out. I walked towards him, concern filling me as I watched his painful movements.

“You were fine an hour ago.” I said as I came to his side, running my fingers through his hair.

“I know, I don’t know why I feel this way.” He shook his head.

“You’ll be okay.” I reassured him.

I put myself up in my tip toes, leaning in and kissing his cheek before taking his hand and leading him upstairs. We brushed our teeth and then got into bed. Harry lay on his back, hands placed on his stomach as he took deep breaths.

“You’re worrying me.” I softly spoke as I sat on my knees beside him, pushing his curls back as I tried my best to sooth him.

“I’m fine, it’s fine.” He nodded.

I felt so helpless in this situation, watching Harry try and calm himself as panic took over at the feeling of sickness.

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the intense pounding of his heart only made me worry more. My hand rose to his cheek, rubbing at his jaw line as I whispered reassuring words to him.

“Why don’t you try and sleep, it may help.” I suggested.

Harry only nodded as he closed his eyes again. I leaned over as carefully as possible, trying not to move the bed so much that it would bother his stomach. I placed another kiss to his cheek, telling him that I loved him before I curled up to his side and tried to fall asleep.

It felt as though I was only asleep for a few minutes before Harry had gotten up from the bed, causing my eyes to snap open. I glanced at the clock, finding that I had been asleep for three hours. I quickly looked over at the bathroom, finding Harry leaning over the toilet with his head resting on his arm. I felt sick as well with the sight, but decided I had to push all feeling aside to be with him.

He would do it for me.

I got up from bed, walking over to Harry and sitting on the rim of the bathtub, rubbing at his bare back as he released into the bowl. I squeezed my eyes shut at the horrific sound, my heart clenched at the sight of Harry in some form of pain.

My hand began to rub small circles, trying to find some form of relaxation for Harry to feel at this moment.

It wasn’t long before he had finished, placing his forehead back on his arm and closing his eyes.

“Are you finished?” I gently asked.

He only nodded as he kept his position. I got down beside him, now also sitting on the cold tiled floor. This was the most vulnerable state I had ever seen Harry in, it was foreign to me to witness such actions, or emotion from him in this way, and I didn’t know how I was meant to react.

“I’ll stay with you while you brush your teeth; you need to get back to bed before you pass out over the toilet like this.”

Harry got up and walked towards the sink to brush his teeth, and as promised I stayed with him.

Harry seemed to be in such an unconscious state, fighting to keep his eyes open through brushing his teeth. After he finished we both went out to the bedroom, getting into the bed once again, \harry remained on his back as he had before.

“I love you very much.” I said as I lay beside him.

“I love you.” He drowsily answered.

I woke up to the sound of coughing. I rubbed my eyes and sat up to look at the clock.

9:00

Harry was now laid on his stomach, shaking the bed with every forceful cough he released.

“Harry.” I tiredly spoke.

He propped himself up on his elbows, looking towards me as his hair draped his forehead.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better.” His raspy voice spoke, “I think I have a cold though.” He sniffled.

“Lay on your side.” I ordered.

Harry complied and turned to face me. I crossed my legs under me as I leaned in and placed my hand on his cheek. He was burning up.

“I need to go out.”

“Why? No stay with me.” He pouted.

“You’re burning up; I just need to get some medication for you.”

“I’m okay,” He coughed. “I’m not even sick.”

“You know, the faster you let me leave, the faster you’ll be better.” I compromised.

“Fine.” He pouted.

I got up from the bed and went to my bag to get some jeans, and then changed my shirt. Harry stayed in bed, not moving from his position as I did all this. I put my hair into a high pony tail, and got Harry’s sunglasses from the dresser, placing them over my eyes.

I walked back to the bed, crawling down to say bye to Harry.

“Try and get some sleep, okay?”

He nodded and closed his eyes again.

I kissed his cheek before I got my keys off the night stand and went downstairs to put on my shoes.

Soon enough I was out the door, leaving my sick Harry in the bed upstairs. The thought only made me want to come back faster.