(( Just to let you know these last chapters will be kind of short. I'm really looking forward to ending this one and starting the sequel. Also because I have pretty much already started school soooo...yeah))

Harry pulled out his luggage. From the top of the closet and the duffel bag out from all his shoes. Just like 5 pairs.

The boys got back from a meeting with management just a few minutes ago. And Harry hasn't spoke more than a one worded sentence to me. When he got home he kissed me on the cheek mumbling a simple hi and then went up to our room.

I wish I knew what was going on in his head. I have been sitting here for the past ten minutes watching Harry stuff bags with shirts. I've been begging him to talk and he just shrugs.

"Harry just please talk to me. I'm sure whatever is worrying you isn't as bad as assumptions I'm thinking of." I say resting back on my hands.

He looked back and sighed, no emotion on his face. "Humor me?" Oh, two words. We're getting somewhere.

"Well, number one." I crossed my legs. "Brad told you to cut your hair?"

"No." He said folding another shirt to put in the bag. I sighed and tried to come up with another thing to try and make his talk.

"They want the band to split up?"

He scoffed, "Never."

"You found out you have another kid somewhere in the world?" I asked keeping a straight face. He spun around on his heel and looked stunned at my strange assumption. "See?" I laughed, "Please talk to me?" I stood on my feet and took a huge step over to him.

I grabbed the clothing out of his hand, tossing it on the bed then took his hands in mine. I looked up at him waiting for him to talk.

"They told us we have two weeks before we leave for LA." He said looking me straight in the eyes.

I took my hands away as if his skin had burnt mine, and my jaw dropped. Two weeks till the boys have to fly to LA for who knows how long. If it was a month I probably would have had a beter reaction, but two weeks go by fast.

"Leah, are you okay?" Harry asked taking a step closer to me, but I stepped back shaking my head. I felt my throat getting tighter, not just from holding in the tears.

I rushed to the bathroom before I exploded. I didn't make it to the toilet in time so the next best thing was the sink.

"Honey, you ok?" Harry came after me. He pulled my hair back from my face and slipped his hand up my shirt rubbing his warm hand in circles trying to sooth me.

I coughed a few time before wash my mouth out and taking a few deep breaths. "I guess the babies don't agree either." I tried to make a small joke out of it, but Harry's frown didn't change. He just sighed.

"No one does." I nodded and licked over my dry lips running a hand through my greasy hair.

"I need a shower." I mumbled. Harry nodded flipping he toilet seat down and helped my wobbly legs over to sit down. Once I was down he started the water keeping his hand under it to make sure it didn't get too hot or too cold.

I took my shirt off and wiggled out of my jeans with out standing up. Once Harry thought it was good enough, he pulled his clothes off placing them next to my discarded items.He helped me stand up as he canned my body up and down. He has told me multiple time through out my pregnancy that he loves every inch of me, and always will. No mater how much weight I put on. I don't see why, because when I look in the mirror all I see is big belly, stretch marks, and sagging boobs.

His hands landed on my waist and pushed my underwear to my ankles, I did the same for him. After I kicked the fabric to the rest he leaned in planting a sweet one on my lips. I felt his hands creep to my back and unfasten my bra, sliding the straps down my arms.

He helped me into the shower letting the warm water rain down on my back. He pulled me into his arms pushing my face into his chest. I honestly didn't mind, I enjoyed these moments, more so now that he is leaving soon.

His hands ran up and down my back, smoothing my hair down, releasing my tension.

I closed my eyes and focused on Harry's breathing and the pounding water. I don't know what gives them the right to take these boys to America just to save their image, as if it was on the brinks of sinking anyway.

I pulled away from his warm embrace and looked up at him. As cliche as this sounds he looks like a baby tarzan (so sue me). He was looking down at me with this look of admiration that just made my heart melt. I moved the hair out of his face and looked over every inch of his face, all the good things and all his flaws. I pulled his head down to mine and captured his lips. They were moist and sweet, just how I like them.

Harry reached behind me and turned the water off. He opened the shower door and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened up the towel and waited for me to step out before wrapping it around me. He guided me to the room with out a word and started to get dressed, so I did too.

It was only 6:20 but after I slipped my gown on I crawlled in bad and Harry took up the open spot on my left. He sat up against the head board and I rested on his chest. He gently ran his fingers through my hair getting all knots out. I traced over half of his butterfly tattoo, going over every detail. I could feel his skin coat over with goose bumps. I can't see how I'm going to stay sain with out him here with me.

"So two weeks?" I ask. My voice was barely a whisper.

"Yeah." I felt him nod and kiss my head. I looked up into his dull green eyes before pushing my self up and straddeling his waist.

"Well, we might as well make the best of it then."