Beth's POV

I rip the top off my body and throw it aside before peeling my jeans off and kicking them out into the bedroom from Harry's walk-in wardrobe.

Huffing I grab a dress off a hanger and pull it over my head, smoothing it out once it's on.

But after looking at myself in the mirror, it too ends up on the floor, leaving me standing in my underwear and an angry expression.

"Uh love, what are you doing?" I hear Harry's voice coming from his bedroom.

"Trying to find something to wear for tonight," I snap as I look over my clothes.

"Have you tried on virtually everything you own?" he calls out.

I scoff at his words and walk out to the bedroom.

"No, not everything," I say, hands on my hips as I stare at him.

"Are you sure?" he asks as he surveys the pile of clothes on the bed and the floor, "most of it seems to have made its way out here..."

"Harry," I snap, "don't make fun of me! I have nothing to wear and everything looks horrible on me and I'm just so fat today and...and ugly and horrible and my arse has doubled in size since I got here, and my boobs are at my belly button and..." my face scrunches up and I'm ready to call it quits and hide under the bed covers for the rest of my life.

Harry quickly bundles me up in his arms and kisses the top of my head a few times.

"Uh...sweetheart," he says quietly, "can I ask you a question without you reading too much into it?"

"What?" I ask, my voice muffled because of Harry's chest.

"Are you due for your period soon?" he asks, and I feel his body tense a little as he says it.

"I don't know," I reply, "it comes when it feels like it, so...maybe..."

"Love, I know you probably won't believe it when I tell you, but you are not fat, horrible or ugly...quite far from it," he kisses my head again.

I make a noise that's a cross between a groan and a snort because I feel like he's talking shit, but I still want the hug that he's giving me.

Damn him.

"Beth, it's really casual so why don't you just wear jeans and a top?" he suggests helpfully.

I let out another frustrated huff and pull away from Harry.

"Okay...I'll try to find something..." I survey the pile of clothes and start rummaging through them for a specific black top, smiling when I finally locate it and hold it up.

"Beth?" Harry says, so I turn and face him, "isn't that the first top you tried on?"

I frown at him and his eyes widen a little.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that, uh...obviously you just had to find the right one yeah?" he adds quickly, "look at it alongside the others..."

"Hmmmph," I shoot him a glare as I walk into the bathroom and slam the door only to open it five seconds later and walk back out to him, wrapping my arms around him, "I'm sorry, I love you."

"I love you too," he says, "always."

I pull back and look at him.

"Really?" he nods and smiles at me, "okay..." my eyes fill with tears and I sniff loudly, much to his horror, "I'm just gonna get ready now," I wipe my eyes and head back into the bathroom, closing the door much more quietly this time.

I fucking hate hormones.

"Beth?" he calls out and I open the door a smidge and poke my head around it, "just for the record, the only belly button your boobs are currently touching is mine and," he holds his hand up before I can interrupt him, "even when your boobs are touching your belly button, I'll still love you."

I give him a small smile and close the door again, leaning against the wood after it's closed, thinking how it's kind of a lovely sentiment but the fact that's realistically 30-40 years away depending upon mother nature, he's committing to sticking around for an awful long time.

I don't know what to think about that.

I mean, I do.

The thought makes my heart skip a beat and my tummy do silly little flip flops.

But when the honeymoon phase wears off, is he really ready to make that kind of commitment?

I shake my head to try and clear my mind of such thoughts, otherwise I know I will most like spend the night wallowing in self-pity and I don't want to be like that for Harry's birthday.

"Suck it up buttercup," I murmur to myself and begin getting ready for dinner.

~~~~~~

Eventually I walk downstairs where everyone is waiting, and I notice that Chloe is proudly wearing some of the new clothes that Harry bought for her.

The swan boots are a nice touch.

"You look beautiful," Harry whispers in my ear as he comes over to meet me at the bottom of the stairs.

I roll my eyes at him as if to say 'really?'

"You do, now stop arguing and let's go my love," he says and grabs his keys and coat, ushering the kids and myself out before him.

"But I didn't even say anything," I stare at him in disbelief.

"No, but you were going to," he replies as we hop into his car.

"I was n-" I begin but stop, the smirk on his face evident, "oh just drive Harry!"

The drive is pleasant, the constant chatter between everyone serves as a nice background noise as I look out the window and soon enough, we're pulling up near the chosen restaurant.

Anne, Robin and Gemma are already there as we walk in when we're shown to a large table at the back of the restaurant and I recognise some of Harry's family members from the New Year's Eve party at Anne's house.

It hugs and hello's all round and I'm kind of getting used to it though I really am happy to see everyone.

There are some friends of Harry's there as well and they seem nice enough when I'm introduced to them, one being a close friend, Nick Grimshaw, or Grimmy as he happily informs me.

Jamie asks to sit next to Anne, Nick makes his way over to Robin whilst I sit next to Harry with Chloe on his other side and Gemma on my other.

"How about a wine?" Gemma asks as she pours one for Anne and then herself.

"Oh no, I really shouldn't," I tell her, "I'm virtually on my head after a couple of glasses!"

"Really?" Gemma says, "that's a shame, don't know if I could live without wine."

"Only since I had children," I explain, "before that I had no trouble knocking back eight vodkas' in one sitting!"

"Really?" now it's Harry's turn to look slightly shocked.

"There's a lot of things I could live without since having children," Anne laments as she takes a sip, "weight, grey hair..."

"Come on, one glass won't hurt you," Gemma gives me a nudge with her elbow, "besides, you have to toast the birthday boy hey?"

She fills up a glass halfway and slowly pushes it towards me.

"Just one..." she smiles as she picks up her own glass, waiting for me to clink mine against it.

I suppose one won't hurt too much.

I pick it up, much to Gemma and Anne's delight and clink it against Gemma's, Anne joining in on our little toast before I take a sip, savouring the sweetness of it.

One won't hurt me.

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"Beth! Beth!" I feel someone's hand on my arm, the other on my forehead as they gently shake me, and I let out a groan.

I think I'm dead.

"Ohhhhhhhhh..." I let out another groan, "stop rocking me..."

"Fuck you had me worried," Harry says, "I woke up and I couldn't find you..."

"Oh," is all I can say.

"Let's get you back into bed love," he says as his arms move around my legs and my back.

"Nooooo," I moan, "I like it here...just leave me please..."

"Beth, I can't leave you to lie here on the bathroom floor," Harry says, "and judging by how cold your side of the bed is and how warm this bathmat is, you've been here for some time."

"Just leave me here to die please," I plead, "it's so nice down here."

Harry sighs loudly and just when I think I've won, I feel myself being scooped up in his arms.

Oh fuck.

The sudden motion does not sit well with my stomach.

"No put me down Harry!" I start to struggle.

"Beth I'm just..." he says.

"I'm gonna be sick Harry!" I cry out.

Harry immediately puts me down in front of the toilet and I make it just in time, heaving the contents of my stomach into the bowl.

After a few minutes I slump back down on the floor, holding onto my stomach as it contracts before I roll over onto my back.

"I'm dead," I moan, "I really am dead."

"Well I wouldn't go that far love," he says as he hands me a glass of water and some pain killers, "nothing some sleep won't fix though."

"Come on love," Harry says as he picks me up again and takes me into the bedroom.

I suddenly have a random thought cross my mind of Gemma and I singing karaoke.

I've never done karaoke.

Wait.

I did karaoke.

Oh. My. God.

Gemma and I sang 'Best Song Ever,' last night.

Nick Grimshaw and I sang 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart,' last night.

I groan again and hide my head under the pillow, embarrassment flaming my face as memories of last night come flooding back to me.

"I can't believe I sang karaoke Harry," I wail.

"Don't worry love," Harry says soothingly as he rubs my back, "who would have known last night would turn out to be dinner and a show," he starts to giggle.

I give him the finger which sends him into a right cackling fit.

I'm never going to be able to face the world, let alone his family again.

A/N: yes this is short, but I think you'll enjoy it so much more from not only Harry's POV but other's as well...an extra long chapter to make up for this short one! xo