[merry march! this is a christmas themed chapter, only because i needed to write one hA. thank you for the 2.7k, greatly appreciated ! <3 ily alllllllll. ]

HARRY’S P.O.V

I woke up early, as I always have on Christmas day. Amy wasn’t in my arms this morning, but now lying on her side, the blankets tightly wrapped around her sleeping body. She looked so beautiful when she slept, no traces of make-up were on her face, and her hair was brought into a messy pony tail. She was everything I could ever want, everything I have ever wanted.

I couldn’t believe what she had told me the night before, that she was actually pregnant. She seemed nervous, almost like I would be upset with her upon her news. But I was far from mad, I was beyond happy. We’re young, Amy being a year younger than my 21 year old self, but as young as we were I knew just how ready we were for this.

I thought back to when I first met her, and just how quickly everything had started for the two of us. The second day of knowing each other I knew I wanted her, and that’s all it took. 48 hours of deciding and it turned out to be the best thing I had ever done. I didn’t want to think of what it would be like if I didn’t ask her to be my girlfriend, if I only saw her as some fashion designer who was picked to make our outfits. That’s how I saw her at first. A young fragile girl who had gotten the job out of chance possibly, but upon seeing just how good she was with her designing, how polite and shy she was towards us, I saw something I hadn’t seen in my life.

I was never the type to stay with girls long term, one night stands were my life for almost a year before meeting Amy. I debated on doing the same to her, she was beautiful and an ultimate prize in my eyes at the time. Getting to know her made me change my mind, completely. She wasn’t like those other girls who I used, who meant nothing to me- she actually meant something to me. I wanted to change, I wanted her to change me, and she did exactly that. I’d like to believe I did the same with her, that I made some sort act that changed her, for better.

She was beautiful, a beautiful selfless girl. I could look at her for hours, and not get bored, she was a work of art- and she was mine.

I stopped getting into my thoughts, now coming to realize for a second time that is was Christmas. I moved close to Amy, scooping her sleeping body into my arms. I placed kisses on her cheek, trailing down to her shoulder. She wiggled, bringing her hands up to rub her eyes before opening them. I smiled down at her as she was still in a tired state.

“Harry it’s early.” She mumbled against my skin.

“It’s Christmas, my love.”

She brought herself closer to me, her cheek now resting on my chest, our legs intertwined. “Merry Christmas.” She whispered. “Can we go back to sleep now?”

“No.” I chuckled. “We have presents to open!”

She groaned in response, shifting out of my arms and sitting up. She crossed her legs beneath her as she rested her head in her hands. My t-shirt adored her top as she turned to look at me again, giving me a tired smile before falling forward onto the duvet.

“I’m going to order us all breakfast.” I informed. “And then we’re going to wear onesies and open gifts and take photos.”

“Shut up, Harry.” She mumbled again.

I hit her bottom, causing her to screech and turn onto her back, shooting me a glare. I laughed as I got my phone off the night stand, calling for the breakfast and arranging for it to be delivered to the house. Amy fell asleep again as I did so, and I had to contain myself from laughing as I was on the phone.

Once I hung up and began to wake her again, laughing as she flipped me off. Her tired state had always been amusing to me, she limp arms failed to fully work how she had intended, falling to her sides with each attempt. She often rambled when she was tired; talking to me about random things, telling me useless facts that she seemed to have tons of. It was quite adorable.

She soon fully woke up, but remained lying down, holding a conversation with me about her tour and how nervous she was for it. I had yet to fully know just why she was so afraid of leaving and travelling around, but she continued to say she would be homesick. I was planning on going with her for the first few days, until I had to leave on my own tour with the boys. I think that would be hard for us, not ever being in the same place at the same time. I would miss her, but I would write about it in my journal everyday- just like I always had.

The two dogs interrupted our conversation as they ran into the room, climbing up onto the bed and going straight to Amy. She cooed as they plopped on top of her, taking their place on her stomach. Champ had to weigh at least 80 pounds, and Amy was now pregnant. I felt as though it would be bad for all his weight to be on her like that, my instinct being to get him off her.

I took his front paws in my hands, shifting him to lay beside her now.

“Harry!” Amy protested.

“He’s heavy, Amelia.” I pressed. “I don’t want something to happen.”

“Can something happen?” She now seemed worried.

I bit my lip, “I’m not sure, but let’s be safe.”

She nodded, sitting up and facing me. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I repeated, taking her hand in mine.

She took her free hand to my neck, pulling me towards her and placing her lips on mine. A quick kiss was all I received before she pulled away, now shifting off the bed. She pulled the shirt down, covering her behind as she walked off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I shook my head as I looked back at the bed, both dogs now taking over almost half of it.

I dropped the thought, going into the closet and pulling out the ‘festive’ onesies Amy had bought for the two of us. I put mine on, thankfully it was only red and green, and brought out her reindeer onesie and placed it on the bed. I went to the bathroom, opening the door to reveal Amy brushing her teeth. I went to the sink beside her, brushing my teeth as well before we both got out, shoving each other as we did so.

“Tell me I’m pretty.” Amy said as she wore her onesie, antlers sticking up from the hood.

I stifled a laugh, “You’re very pretty.” I complimented. “I like the tail.”

She turned in the mirror, gasping as she noticed the tail I assumed she wasn’t aware of.               She shot me a big grin, before running towards me and wrapping herself around me. My hands held her legs as they rested at my sides, her arms hanging loosely at my neck.

I leaned in for a kiss, but Amy seemed to have different plans. She leaned back, avoiding my contact as she moved every which way. She knew how much it frustrated me when she did this, which is exactly why she did it so often. Her giggles filled the room as she stopped her movement, cupping her mouth with both hands.

“Amelia.” I whined. “It’s Christmas.”

“Stop pouting,” She ran her thumb over my bottom lip. “One day your face will be stuck like that.”

“Kiss me.” I beg.

She giggled again before complying, leaning down and placing her lips on mine. They were soft, as usual, and tasted like mint. Her hands went to my jaw as she deepened the kiss. I swiped her bottom lip, asking for entrance and being granted.

We, once again, were interrupted by the door bell, but Amy refused to cease her actions. I pulled away, keeping Amy in my arms as she kissed my jaw, doing down onto my neck, lightly biting. I would take her right now if it wasn’t for that damn door.

“Amelia.” I warned.

“Harry.” She mimicked.

The door bell rung again and I placed Amy down. I went to the bedroom door turning back to find Amy was following me down, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she did to me, finding it amusing as she continued to annoy me. I went to the stairs, running down them and answering the door. She skipped behind me, humming as she did so. I motioned for her to go away before pulling the door open, causing her to laugh again.

Once out of sight, I opened the door, revealing the delivery man with our breakfast. I greeted him, taking the food and placing it on the entrance table before leaving to get money.

“Hey bro!” I heard Amy greet.

I sighed, a smile coming to my face as I got the money from my wallet. I continued to listen, purposely taking my time.

“Dude I’m a reindeer.” She pointed out. “I even have a tail.”

Amy was rarely ever shy, which was evident. I think she did these types of things to purposely make people feel awkward, it was clear she was amused by their reactions.

“How many famous people are in this house?” The man asked, amazement was heard in his voice. “You’re Amy Lee, and that’s Harry-,”

“Yeah,” Amy confirmed. “And you’re… Rick!” She shouted. “Nice name tag.”

I walked back out with the money, still laughing as I handed it to him. He took it, waving before leaving down the driveway, looking back occasionally. He still seemed shocked, gaping at us as we stood inside the house. If he decided to tell anyone of his encounter, I’m sure no one would believe him.

“I love you!” Amy shouted before I closed the door.

I turned back to her, watching as she got the bags off the table, and took them into the kitchen, acting like nothing ever happened. She hummed as she unpacked the food, separating and placing everything into different plates and placing them onto the set table. I was confused as I leaned against the door frame, continuing to watch as she gathered all the containers, forcefully shoving them into the trash can.

“We made this food.” She pointed out. “We were up at 7:00 making this.”

I nodded my head, “We worked really hard.”

“We did.” She confirmed. “Go wake your family.”

I nodded, turning and leaving her in the kitchen. I went up the stairs, walking to the guest rooms and banging on the doors, shouting for everyone to get up. Groans escaped from the inside, making me laugh as I continued.

“We’re coming!” Gemma shouted, never being a morning person.

“Hurry up, we made food!” I shouted back.

I went down the stairs, stopping upon hearing the doors open. They all piled out, glaring at me as they followed me down.

“I hate you.” Gemma mumbled as she shoved my shoulder. “Like, a lot.”

I hit her back, getting to the bottom of the stairs. My mum didn’t seem too affected by my harsh wake up, always being a morning person, she seemed happy. She was the only one. Robin and Gemma wore frowns on their faces as they looked at me, not amused by my wake up call. I patted their backs, kissing both of their cheeks as I lead them into the kitchen.

“Oh, Amelia!” My mum giggled. “You’re too cute, look at you!”

Amy blushed, now more shy and timid than she was just moments ago. She was always on her best behavior around my family, keeping quiet and polite. Her cheeks were still a flushed pink as my mum went to hug her, kissing her cheek before wishing her a merry Christmas. Amy wished her one also, then also saying it to Robin and Gemma.

“We have food.” Amy motioned towards the table, “You can eat it.”

I laughed, “Why are you so shy?” My arm draped over her shoulders.

“I’m not.” She shook her head.

I kissed her cheek, my family now occupied by the pile of food Amy had set on the table. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she smiled. “Let’s go, I’m hungry and I want presents.”

Amy was reserved through breakfast, only really talking to my mum and Gemma. I watched her as I sat across, how her face lit up as she laughed, making me smile to myself. Everyone rushed through breakfast; all too desperate for the mountain of presents we had under our tree.

We cleared the table, placing all out plates into the dish washer and then taking the left overs to the fridge. Amy rushed into the living room, sitting on the couch and waiting for everyone with Gemma. They laughed about something as the rest of us came in, and I then began to hand out the presents. I gave one to each of them, starting them off before sitting down beside Amy. She shook her head, getting up and going to the tree and picking up a box and giving it to me.

“Ready?” Robin asked.

We all nodded, and then ripped open the gifts. Amy gasped as she looked at what I had given her; the first gift was from me.

“Harry.” She looked up at me. “This is beautiful, thank you.”

She took the Pandora bracelet out of its box, holding it in her hand as she looked at all the charms I had picked for her. There were two dog charms, a plane, and other small charms that I felt symbolized her. She kissed my cheek, opening the bracelet and placing it on her wrist, snapping it closed and admiring it.

“Thank you.” She said again.

I kissed her cheek, “You’re welcome.”

“Amelia, this is beautiful!” My mum exclaimed as she held up a purse. “Where did you find this?”

Amy smiled, “Down town.”

“Oh, I love it.” she was in awe. “Thank you, darling.”

“Me too, Amy.” Gemma said. “Where did you find this, it’s so nice.”

Amy laughed at Gemma’s expression, “The same place, these bags were so beautiful I had to buy them for you.”

“Well, thank you.” Gemma praised. “You’re a gem.”

Robin thanked me for his gift; I had gotten him a watch- one that he had been talking about for the longest time. I was too caught up in everyone else that I didn’t even open my own present.

“Harry, open your gift.” Amy nudged my shoulder.

I nodded, opening the box to find a smaller one inside. It was wrapped in a blue paper, snowflakes lining the top. I ripped it off, gaping at the sight.

“You didn’t…”

“I did.” Amy nodded, “You were getting annoying with your whining.”

I took the iPhone box out; opening it to find the phone I had been wanting was sat inside. My mum cheered as I took it out, turning it on and admiring it.

“Thank you, love.” I said.

I held it in the palm of my hands, staring at it with wide eyes. The screen shined in the light and it had to be the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life. I was in love.

“Of course.” She smiled, nodding at me.

I placed a kiss on her lips, smiling once I pulled back.

We opened presents for another hour, endless amounts of jewelry were given to Amy and my mum. Gemma received a ridiculous amount of clothing, as robing and I received electronics. We had probably taken over 100 photos within the few minutes we were willing to spare. Amy had gotten me a new watch, as well as a ring. She had reminded me of how she promised she would pick me a promise ring, and explained that that ring, was it. She was too cute.

Paper littered the living room; the dogs were now tearing it to shreds which made a bigger mess. Amy had gotten ruffles a small sweater, making my mum coo as Amy put it on him. I shook my head as the small dog was placed into my hands, looking at how ridiculous he looked in what Amy had insisted was a cute outfit.

I looked over at Amy, giving her a look and knowing she understood. The night before, right as we about to sleep, Amy had told me she would tell my family about her pregnancy after we opened presents. She was nervous, I could tell. I took her hand in mine as she cleared her throat, speaking up. Everyone immediately went silent upon her interruption, watching her as she opened her mouth and then closed it, she was lost for words.

“I um- I have something to say.” She drew in a breath.

“Oh no, is it bad?” Gemma asked.

Amy shook her head, “I hope not.” Her cheeks flushed red.

“Go on.” Robin pressed.

“I went to the doctor yesterday,” She shifted, digging into her pocket. “And all I got was this lousy ultrasound.” She shrugged, holding it up. “I’m pregnant.”

Gemma coughed, “I don’t think I heard you correctly.” She shook her head. “You’re pregnant?”

Amy nodded, shyly smiling as she placed the ultrasound in Gemma’s lap.

“This is such good news!” Robin shouted, startling Amy slightly and making me laugh. “Congratulations you two!”

“I’m going to throw up.” Gemma said. “This is so great!” She wrapped her arms around Amy. “Who knew my little brother would have children before me.”

I laughed, now feeling embarrassed myself.

“Wow, that’s just…wow.” Robin said again. “You will be wonderful parents.”

“Thank you.” Amy blushed, raising her shoulders.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

I brought her into my lap, kissing her head as she rested it on my shoulder. My mum took a photo of us together, gawking over it afterwards. We sat together talking for a while, catching up with everyone. I was pretty sure Amy was falling asleep in my lap; she had a habit of doing that.

My mom pouted at the sight, Amy had in fact fallen asleep. I rubbed her arm as she nuzzled closer to me, her arms tightened around me. Everyone seemed to be in awe as they watched her, finding it incredible that she could fall asleep on me like that.

I was extremely happy that my family liked Amy; I didn’t know what I would do otherwise. My mum seemed to be completely in love with her, finding her every move adorable. At the beginning, I had to explain to my family how shy Amy was, and that she didn’t do it purposely. The slight offense was taken beforehand, thinking Amy was avoiding them in a sense. After clarification, they instantly clicked, falling in love with the girl who had my heart.

Amy’s phone began to ring on the coffee table, instantly snapping her out of her sleeping state. She jerked up, wiping her eyes before leaning over to get it. My hands held her hips as she reached for it, quickly answering it and going back to her place on my chest. My mum laughed as Amy slurred on the phone, sounding extremely confused. I knew exactly who it was; everything was falling into place- I was now waiting for the doorbell to go off.

“There’s a what?” Amy sat up again. “Um, hold on.” She covered her phone, looking at me. “Were we expecting a package or something? I don’t know who’s on the phone.”

“Oh! Yes I am expecting one, can you go get it?”

She nodded, going back to her phone. “I’ll go get it, thank you.”

She dropped her phone back onto the table, stretching before walking out. My family smiled at me as I watched the door closely, waiting for the exact moment. She looked through the peep hole first, standing on her toes to reach it, but saw nothing. She unlocked the door, pulling it open and looking around.

“Nothing is here…” She turned back to me. “Is this some sort of joke?”

“No.” I shook my head, “Step out, it’s probably on the side.”

She groaned, pushing the screen door open and stepping out in nothing but her socks. I waited a few moments, Gemma now giggling beside me. Amy let out a scream and that’s when I knew she found what I had planned long and hard.

Her mother was here, after a long wait of her being unsure of her work schedule, she finally came. I knew it would make Amy extremely happy.

I stood up, walking towards the door and looking out; cold snowy wind blew into the house. I turned to see Amy wrapped around her mother, the snow blew around them, taking a gentle place onto their hair fanning around their loving figures. Amy’s face was buried in her mother’s hair as she held her up. I laughed, stepping out in my socks as well, and gathering her bags, leading her inside. Amy stayed latched onto her mother’s front, not speaking a single word.

“Amelia, stop crying.” Her mother spoke rubbing her back.

Amy sniffled, “You came.”

Her mother pouted, holding Amy a little tighter than before. I placed her bags down by the closet, and watched as my family soon gathered in the foyer. Amy’s mother raised one hand, greeting my family, who she had never met before.

“Amelia, I think it’s time you got off.” She hushed. “I have gifts for you.”

Amy shook her head, “Just hold me.”

It almost hurt me to see Amy cling to her mother like this. I almost believed it had to do with her father’s death, that he left her so unexpectedly, and so quickly that she had to have her time with her mother, that she had to cherish it. She was so scared of losing things, losing people.

She unwrapped her legs from her mother’s waist; her arms remained latched around her neck. I heard soft whispers and muffled sobs as Amy spoke to her mother. She was in a much less glamorous state, rarely ever seen without make-up on her face. Her blonde hair was brought into a high bun, her face buried into Amy’s hair.

“I missed you.” Amy said, finally pulling away.

Her mother wiped her tears, “I missed you too.” She looked up at me, and my family who surrounded. “Hello, I’m so sorry,” She smiled, the same smile as Amy. She walked over, “I’m Tish.” She stuck out her hand to my mum first. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard wonderful things.”

“Amy looks just like you.” My mum said in disbelief. “It’s so great to finally meet you; your daughter is simply wonderful.”

Tish looked back at an emotional Amy, “Thank you.” She smiled, moving down the line to Robin, introducing herself again. Once she got to Gemma she greeted her with, “You must be Gemma!”

Gemma smiled, nodding her head weakly as a blush rose to her cheeks.

“Amelia has talked about you; you sound like such an astonishing young lady.”

“Thank you.” Gemma replied softly.

Tish smiled as her before letting go of her hand, turning back to Amy.

“Are you going to stand there and cry all day, Amelia?” She walked over to her suit case that I placed by the closet.

“Yes.” Amy replied.

AMY’S P.O.V

Harry and his family were gathered in the living room, watching TV and quietly talking, as my mother and I sat in the kitchen. I made us both a coffee, serving the rest of the group tea before they were sent out with Harry. I knew at some point I had to tell my mother my news and the sooner the better. Knowing her, she would hold it against me for the rest of my life if I didn’t tell her early on.

“And how are things at home?” I started the conversation.

She sipped her coffee, “They’re fine. Nana misses you.”

My heart clenched at the thought of my frail Nana, “I miss her too.” I nodded. “Is she okay?”

“She is.” My mother pulled at the hem of her shirt. “She’s still depressed from when-,”

“I know.” I cut her off. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

Her cup was placed back onto the counter, nodding at me with sympathetic eyes as she started new, forgetting the previous topic I went along.

“How are things here, with Harry?”

“They’re alright.” I cupped the warm mug in my hands.

I wasn’t going to tell her about the break in, and all the strange things that were happening around the house. She would surely force something upon me, something I didn’t want. But it was better left unsaid, for my sake and for her state of mind.

“What’s on your mind?” She piped, “You’re so quiet.”

I looked up, trying to be as convincing as possible. “Nothing is on my mind, mother.”

“I know you, Amelia. You can tell me.”

I felt like I was going to be sick, the nervousness now rising as I debated on telling her now or later. I knew that this would be the day, Harry’s family already knew, I didn’t see why she shouldn’t know at the same time also. I feared that she would be upset; I could almost predict just how she would react. I had to tell her now, there wasn’t a single moment left.

“Don’t be mad.” I looked up at her, her eyes softened. “This wasn’t planned, it was an accident.”

“What?” She was confused, so was I.

I couldn’t make eye contact with her any longer, my sights aimed down at my coffee, the steam flowing up from the cup like a small chimney.

“I had- Harry and I weren’t safe.” I stammered. “And you know.”

“Are you pregnant, Amelia?”

I nodded my head slowly, looking up at her to see her once softened eyes were sharp and laced with some anger. I felt threatened at her harmless glare; my heart rate began to pick up.

“Amelia, do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into!” She shouted.

I sat up straight, my mouth falling open, and then being forced shut as she continued her lecture.

“Babies are so much time and money, Amelia. And look at you, you’re only 20 and you’re a celebrity. What are you going to do when you’re on tour six months from now, doing a show every night, while you’re pregnant?” She snapped at me. “How could you not be safe with this, Amelia? Look what you’ve got on your plate now, a world famous singer of a fiancé, your tour and travelling, and a baby on the way.”

“Mother-,”

“I’m not done, Amelia!” She held out a hand. “How are you going to deal with this, tell me you have some sort of plan figured out.”

“I don’t.” I admitted. “I know I can do it though I just need-,”

“Amelia. Don’t try and convince yourself that you’ll get it all figured out, because let’s be honest, you have so many responsibilities now I’m not sure you’ll ever have anything in line once a baby is in the picture.” Her voice was lower now, matter-of-factly stating her thoughts. “And Harry’s parents, what do they have to say?”

“They’re happy.”

“Ohh, they’re happy.” She nodded, sarcastically speaking. “They would be extremely happy if it was their daughter who was pregnant too, now wouldn’t they?”

“Mother, its Christmas. Why can’t you be happy that I’m happy for once in my life?”

“I am happy; I’m just concerned as well.” She pressed. “You’re still so young Amelia, I’m so concerned.”

I placed my head in my hands, “Don’t be concerned, do you think that we won’t be able to take care of a child, mother? We have more than enough money.”

“I’m aware.” She took my hand into hers, soothingly rubbing the top. “You can’t raise a child with only money.”

I groaned, putting my head down on the counter. I didn’t know how to explain how I was feeling, although I was frustrated I was also mad and upset at her for going from a raging state to completely calm. She didn’t make sense, her feelings were going in rounds and I couldn’t understand her.

“I’m happy for you both.” She finally said.

I raised my head, pushing my hair back off my shoulder, and giving her a confused look.

“I’m still concerned, don’t think I’m not. But I’m happy that you’re both happy, and I have faith that this will somehow work out.”

“Thank you.” I whispered.

She nodded, standing up and walking to my side of the island. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, sweet heart.”

I wrapped my arms around her again; she did the same for me. “It’s okay.” I half-heartedly smiled, pulling away. “Don’t doubt me.”

“I’m not. Amelia I’m just uneasy about this-,”

“Mother, please.”

“Fine.” She gave in. “You know how I feel, I won’t go any further.”

*

“What did your mum say?” Harry whispered as we began to cook dinner.

My mother had taken to the upper level of the house for a shower, leaving me time to calm down after her unexpected outburst. I wasn’t sure why she would act like that, but on some level I had a slight understanding. I knew I was young, I was completely aware of the fact but this was something the both of us wanted, and if finishing tour early was what I needed to do, then that was what would be done.

“She was kind of… upset.”

His eyebrows furrowed down as he looked back at me, “Upset?”

I nodded my head, turning towards the fridge to get the vegetables. Knowing Harry, he would want every detail of the argument my mother seemingly had with herself, as she only let me speak briefly. The fridge door was closed by my hip, placing the vegetables down beside Harry I looked up at him. He awaited an explanation.

“Harry what did you expect?” I crossed my arms, leaning back to look at him. “She would obviously be upset about this.”

“I don’t see why…”

I blew out a breath, looking down and thinking of how to word my defense towards my mother, not wanting Harry to think any less of her.

“I’m going to be travelling.” I looked up at him; he leaned against the counter, mimicking my posture. “I’m going to be travelling and performing, and doing all of that on a daily basis. She’s only worried about how everything will play out.”

“It’s expected.” He agreed, his lips pressing to a line before he spoke again. “If it gets too much, you know that you’re going to have to cut the tour short, right Amelia?”

“I’m aware.” I agree. “I don’t want to discuss this any further, I know what I’m doing.”

He stepped forward, cupping my cheeks and placing a kiss on my head. It had to be evident just how frustrated I was with the whole situation, feeling happy but also afraid of what I had ahead of me. I hoped that Harry had some fear within him, as much as he didn’t show it, having a child how surely be scary on some counts.

I gave my undivided attention to the food preparation; I wanted nothing less than perfection for the meal I would be serving to our family. I needed to pretend I could cook for a short period of time.

Harry seemed to know exactly what he was doing, claiming to be a master in the kitchen, although I had yet to see that for myself, as all we ate was take out. He set the oven, setting our roast into a large pan as I surrounded it with vegetables. No longer than an hour later, our food was in the oven, and we had a while before it would be finished. Harry’s family was seated in the living room, seeming comfortable with their placement Harry and I stayed in the kitchen, quietly talking and laughing with each other.

I spent all my time with Harry, almost in an unhealthy way. I knew that I was a very dependent soul, and also knowing I would be separated from him again scared me. I had grown so ridiculously attached to him; I forgot what it was like to sleep alone in a bed, to wake up alone. To be completely alone. I had yet to ask Alyssa to join me on my tour; I knew I didn’t want to be alone, only being able to socialize with tour crews and unfamiliar interviewers. I needed a friend, I needed comfort. I found comfort in Harry. Harry was home to me, we could be in the middle of nowhere and I would be content, I would be home.

I was kept occupied by Harry and his constant rotation of conversation topics. The food was soon ready, luckily the table was set in advance, and now all that we needed was to take out the food. I prepared the salad and I left Harry with the responsibility of taking out the food. I called everyone into the kitchen, smiling as my mother came to me, continuing to apologize as she kissed my cheek, hugging me from behind.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I whispered

Dinner was lovely; the food was surprisingly good for being the first home cooked meal we had actually followed through with. Everyone seemed satisfied; Harry sat beside me as Gemma sat on the other, my mother sitting directly in front of me.

I couldn’t help but try and fill the void of my missing father. The thought hit me and I couldn’t seem to get myself out of the hole I had indirectly dug for myself, separating from all that was around me. I remembered how only a year before I would have been sat in my home, my complete family was with me, and my father was with me. It was so different now, and as hard as I tried to forget, to keep my mind off the fact my father was permanently gone.

Gone, he was really gone.

At the time of his death I refused to show emotion, I didn’t cry unless needed and I tried extremely hard to keep thee thought out of my mind. The more I succeeded, the more I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t. I really couldn’t ever tell him anything ever again. My good bye at the hospital was one I would much rather do over again, my simple I love you was such a foolish act, I should have said more, told him more. But instead, stupid me was so caught up in my relationship with Harry I decided to tell him about that, instead of finding out his true problem. Why he was there in the first place was something I wasn’t completely clear on to this day. Not completely sure if I wanted to know. I held guilt, such guilt.

“Amelia.” My mother called.

I put my fork down, looking up to meet her gaze.

“Sorry.” I whispered.

“Dinner was lovely.” She complimented.

A smile was forced onto my face, “Thank you, Harry did most of it though.” I nudged him.

He smirked down at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and kissing my temple. I tensed under his touch, not meaning to be so forward on my discomfort I asked if everyone was finished, to which they all nodded, thanking me for the food. I chuckled as I stood up, gathering the plates with the help of my mother and rinsing them off before bringing them to the dish washer. I propped myself onto the counter, placing my face in my hands as I mentally scolded myself for thinking about such a touchy subject.

“What’s wrong?” My mother whispered, her hands wresting on my thighs.

I shook my head. “Nothing, I’m okay.” My voice cracked, giving it all away.

“Amy.”

I looked up; my tears were now making their presence known as then ran down my face. “Dad.”

Without another word she took me into her arms, and I let myself go. She rubbed my back as she hushed my muffled cries. I couldn’t bring myself to apologize like I was intending to, my breath was gone, and my tears were silent.

“I know, I miss him too.” She whispered. “He would have been so proud, you make me so proud he would feel the exact same.”

“I wish he- was h-here.”

“Don’t cry, baby.” She says softly. “We wouldn’t want Harry to worry about you.”

I nodded, sniffling as I pulled away. What a mess I was, I hated being this way.

“I’m sorry.”

“We all miss him, it’s okay.” She rubbed my arms. “It’s okay.” She repeated.

I sat on the couch, Harry’s family was now preparing to leave and I wasn’t sure where Harry was. I couldn’t bring myself to go search, so I remained on the couch. My mother was on the single seat, reading her book as her glasses rested at the end of her nose. She always did this before she went to bed, ever since I was a child I could always remember her reading after dinner. She hadn’t changed a bit.

Gemma came down the stairs, placing her bags by the door before coming to me, sitting on the edge of the couch and pushing my hair out of my face and behind my ear.

“Where has Harry ran off to?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing just like Harry’s would.

I shrugged, “I’m not sure.” I pushed myself up, looking at the front door. “The door is open, maybe he went out there.”

I swung my legs off the side of the couch, pushing the blanket off to the end of the couch.

“I’ll go check, stay here it’s warm.” I pressed.

She giggled, taking my spot on the couch as she nodded in agreement. I dragged my feet to the closet; putting on the first pair of shoes I saw which happened to be Harry’s boots. I opened the door, stepping out into the cold air, and walking down out steps to the driveway. Harry bee-lined through the cars, meeting me at the top of the driveway.

“What are you doing? It’s cold out here.” I scolded, taking his hand in mine, leading him back to the door.

“I was checking if the cars were locked.” He casually answered, throwing the keys onto the hall dresser. “Do you think you can come out with me?” He asked.

“Harry, I don’t think anything is open today.” I shook my head. “Why don’t we just go tomorrow?”

“No.” He bit his lip, “We’ll be quick, and we need to go out though.”

I was confused, and it was probably clear on my face judging by Harry’s reaction. “Go get dressed.” He put his hand on my back.

“I want to stay here.” I whined. “Come on, can’t we go tomorrow?” I wrapped my arms around his torso; his coat was cold against my cheek.

“I’m sorry, my love, we need to go today.” He mumbled against my head. “Hurry and change.”

Confused but willing I climbed up the stairs, and into our bedroom. Anne and Robin were still packing in their guest room, quietly speaking. I shut my door, walking to the closet and reluctantly finding something to wear. I took out some tights, a baggy t-shirt and a leather jacket. I was more into comfort than style at this point in time; I wasn’t even going to bother with make-up or fixing my hair.

I walked back downstairs a few minutes later, finding Harry’s family at the door ready to leave. Gemma pouted at me as I went down the stairs to her, hugging her good bye. Anne and Robin acted the same way, being extremely emotional upon saying good bye to Harry. I stood back and watched, my heart felt for Anne as she held onto Harry tightly. I understood how hard it must be to see him only a number of times per year, it was even hard for me to leave him for months on end, and I couldn't imagine her ache.

Kisses and numerous hugs later, we were watching his family leave down the drive way to their car. We waved as they pulled out, honking the horn before taking off down the road. Harry closed the door, turning to me and pecking my lips.

“Are you ready?” He questioned.

I nodded, “But I don’t know why we’re going out, it’s dark out.”

“It’s desperate, we need to go.” He pressed. “We need to leave verrryyy quickly, Amelia.”

I shook my head, stifling a laugh as I walked back towards my mother. She was sat in the same position as before, now deeper into her book.

“Mother.” She snapped out of her daze. “Harry and I are going out, we’ll be back soon.”

She nodded, “Harry already told me, darling.” She smiles at me. “Bundle up, it’s cold.”

I waved, walking back towards Harry and putting on my boots. Harry seemed eager to leave, and I didn't have energy to bother him about it any more, so I complied with his urgent requests for me to hurry up and followed him out to the car, sitting inside. Harry turned on the radio, biting his lip again as he drove down the road and into the city. I watched where he was going, unsure of what was happening at this point, but I was hoping it wouldn't take long. Harry was excited, he wouldn't stop talking about the road we were driving on and how well paved it was. He told me it was important to have nice roads, and he was especially proud to be driving on such a wonderful road.

“Are you okay?” I chuckled. “No one cares about the road.”

“I care!” He shouted, placing his hand on my leg, lightly squeezing.

I placed my hand on his, intertwining out fingers. “Can you tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll see, we’re nearly there.” He pulls my hand up to his mouth, leaving a kiss on the back before returning it to its place on my lap.

I sighed, resting my head back as I shut my eyes. Today was filled with so many emotions I was confused on how I was meant to feel, how I was meant to act. Harry brought out the good in me, but right now it wasn't happening, I only wanted to sleep- for this day to come to an easy end.

I felt rubbing on my shoulder, soft whispers were brought to my ear. I must have fallen asleep. I opened my eyes, looking over at Harry.

“We’re here.” He nodded.

I yawned, nodding as I covered my face. He got out of the car, jogging to the back and opening the trunk. I took a moment to realize where we were, and to my surprise we were at the airport. Confused and tired I stumbled out of the car, meeting Harry at the back, where both of our suit cases were placed on the ground, Harry smiling widely from behind them.

“wha-,” I looked back and forth between Harry and the bags. “Harry.”

He came towards me, kissing my lips before he pulled away, leaving one arm wrapped around my waist.

“Merry Christmas, Love.” He smirked, pulling two tickets out of his pocket. “We’re going to Paris.”