"I can't believe you're here" I said, a silly grin plastered on my face. Staring at her, like I had seen a ghost. I couldn't believe that she had made all this way to come here, to see me, and finally forgive me for everything I had done to her. Honestly, it was the last thing I was expecting to happen, anytime soon. As she was cold as ice the last time I saw her.

Something was on her mind, that was what Louis told me, when we talked over the phone, when I settled in France, few days ago. He didn't want to give me more details though. And I couldn't blame him. It had bugged me for a moment, not knowing what was making her in that state, why she was avoiding me again. But knowing that something was going on, I decided to text her, only to let her know, that even if I was gone, I was still there for her, and didn't change my mind about us.

I was so right to do write to her.

She was here.

As the driver drove us to set, she was staring at the window, looking at her surroundings. We were in a little town in France.

When she turned her face, my eyes met hers. From the opposite side of the backseat, she was looking at me, so I pulled my hand on hers, brushing the skin of the back of her hand with my fingers. She was so beautiful.

It's crazy how she could have such mood swings. A second ago, she was smiling, and seemed happy, and now it was like she was somewhere else again, letting me dumbstruck.

Her eyebrows narrowed, something was bugging her. But I noticed how tensed her glare was at my face, and I felt awkward because she was staring at me, like I had grown two heads.

"Why are you wearing a beanie?" she asked, a confused look on her face. I must look like a creep wearing a beanie during summer...

No one knew, that I cut my hair.

I wasn't prepared that she would see me today, and my hair was a total mess. I wasn't used to have short hair, and I kept struggling with dealing with it.

"You said you needed to talk to me" I tried to avoid the subject of my new haircut. It was a sensitive subject, as I had to cut my hair very short only few days ago. I wasn't really comfortable with it, since it was shortest hair I had ever, and I hadn't had the time to get used to it yet, before anyone would see it.

But now I was caught.

She turned her face, a bit dumbfounded. But it was like light came into her eyes. « Have you cut your hair ??» she asked, opening her eyes wide in shock, and moving on her seat. She knew how a big deal it was, when it came to my hair, and I knew she liked it when I wore long hair. She had always her hands tugging my hair while cuddling, and it felt amazing. My lack of response annoyed her, and soon, her hand pulled the beanie over, and I felt her hand going through my hair.

"Why did you do this?" she questioned, curious, and a bit sad. She was still having her hand into my hair, touching and grabbing the thin rest of hair, and was now massaging slightly my scalp.

"I'm playing in a war movie, I had to cut it" I answered. Then she smiled. "It changes, but it looks good." She started, and her eyes enlightened. "Well you're always HOT, whatever you do" she said, sending me a reassuring smile, and I felt better that she liked it. Grinning, I ran a hand into my hair as well, missing the long curls. "I'm gonna get used to it". Well it took me a lot of time to actually get used to it...

Our eyes were locked, when our phones started to beep like crazy, we both had received several notifications, and it kept going.

We both dug our phone from pocket and bag, and slide them open, to look at what was opening to the devices.

"It's the lads" I said out loud, and she smiled, reading the messages. She was scrutinizing her phone, not lifting her head up.

We all have a group chat on Whatsapp, and Niall, Louis and Liam were texting us.

Louis: What the fuck are you guys doing?

He shared a picture, it was Emma and I kissing in front of my hotel. It was already online, even if it happened like fifteen minutes ago. That was completely insane how my private life could not be private at all.

Niall: I think it's obvious bro J

Louis: I know, but are we in trouble again? Or, are we good?

Harry: We're good

Emma: yeah, guys, we're good J

She lifted her head up, and sent me a frank big smile. Before focusing on her screen again.

Louis: We knew something was off! You can't hide from us you idiots.

Harry: I bet you didn't see it coming, and are your only bragging...

Louis : Okay I was not that close to know anything, but you guys are confusing, so..

Emma: So ...

Niall: Well I'm happy for you guys

Liam: Same here!

Louis: Stop this or I'm gonna cry...

Emma: Louis being sensitive

Louis: I've got a heart

Niall: I've got a soul...

Liam: Believe me I used them both....

Emma: Eighteen !!

Louis: Okay this is going to far, I'm off, you two go get a room Xxx

Emma: Oh god...

Liam: yes it's me.

Louis : I said I was off XX

Emma: See you around!

She laughed, and I loved it. It wasn't stressing her out that everyone knew that she existed now. Maybe I was the one who was the most stressed out. Because I knew what she was going to go through, but she didn't. She couldn't imagine how crazy the paps and the press would be towards her for now on. She said she was ready, so I had to trust her.

**

As we arrived into my dressing room, on set. I made sure to lock the door behind us. I couldn't deny the urge inside of me, to touch her. She was taking a look at her surroundings, when I pulled her against me, drowning into her almond eyes, before kissing her.

The kiss was heated and strong, showing how much I wanted her.

Lifted her up, she had wrapped her both hands and arms around my neck, and her legs were wrapping my waist, as I put her onto the table, setting myself between her legs.

"I want to take you so bad" I moaned, into her ear, and I started to unbuckle my belt, pulling down the zipper. I could notice how she rolled her eyes of excitement because of the words I was saying to her.

I kept kissing her, and our tongues swirled towards each other's, in the perfect pace. My hands running all over her body, she was obviously as turn on as I was.

"Are you on the pill, or do we need a condom" I asked, breaking the kiss. Our lips were swollen because of the intense make out. "Please tell me you're on the pill, cause I don't have any condom" I pleaded, and she chuckled, my lips still against hers. If I had to stop right now, I might have a heart attack, I really needed her.

That's when she had another mood swing, confusing me. She looked elsewhere before pushing me back, gently. With swollen lips, and hard cock, I looked at her, waiting for her to tell me what was going on, as she pulled me away, and stood on her feet. I narrowed my eyebrows and my glare followed her, stepping away from me.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, she was stressing me out, remaining silent. She sat on the couch before talking, her elbows on her needs, and the palms of her hands on her face.

What the fuck was going on?

"Harry" she started to say, with low and shaky voice. But then stopped. Was she having second thoughts? Did I push too far with wanted to have sex with her? She seemed to have the same envy as I had. I was lost, once again. Women...

"What's wrong?" I finally asked, because she didn't say anything anymore. My bum resting against the table we were supposed to have sex on, and arms crossed over my chest. I had no idea why she was being so dramatic this suddenly. Maybe she was on her period, and I would have to wank myself.

"About earlier, what I needed to tell you" she started, and took a deep breath, overthinking what she was about to say "I'm... I'm pregnant".

And my jaw dropped.

She told me this with such a low voice. She was staring at her feet.

Why was her demeanor like this? There was no shame to feel.

Honestly, at first I felt weird. I have to admit, that I wasn't prepared for that kind of news. At all.

It took me a few seconds to realize what she said. And I knew that it must have seemed like a lifetime to her. But I had to think it through, as fast as possible.

When the words blurted out of her mouth. I felt odd. And started to think about how and when it could happen. It wasn't like we had had an intense sex life lately.

So, when I went to see her, I didn't know that I was actually, making a baby.

It made me smile, at the thought.

That was a very wild way to conceive...

"Please Harry, say something" she looked so sad, and worried. So she got up from the couch and was now pacing in the room, waiting for my reaction. I noticed that she was on the verge to cry, she was freaking out.

So, I walked over her, and stopped her from her crazy pacing. Lifting her chin up, my eyes locked with hers. "And I thought you were making me the happiest man in the world by coming by." I finally said, and inhaled.

A soft smile appeared on her face, unsure to understand. "So you're happy?" she doubted, or wanted to be sure.

"Of course, I'm happy" I confessed. I truly was. "Well, I just said in an interview that I wasn't planning of raising kids anytime soon, now it would sound like a lie" I chuckled. My heart started pouncing in my chest of happiness. I felt overwhelmed by the news. It was unexpected of course, but I knew I would handle it.

She jumped into my arms and kissed me. I saw how her eyes sparkled, because of my reaction. She was relieved, and happy. As happy as I was. Pushing aside the worry of her pregnancy happening on spotlight.

When she broke the kiss, our eyes locked again, and a cocky dimpled smile appeared on my face.

"What?" she asked, curious.

My smile grew bigger, and I took a tight grip of her.

"So, no condom it is."

So, here we are, what did you thinkg of his reaction? harry is such a blessing.

I'm feeling sick, so sorry if it's a short chap. I'm going to write epilogue but thought that his reaction should be written in a proper chap. Thoughts about what's going to happen? Thank you so much for reading. Love you all so much! XXxx