twenty-eight: baggy sweaters

I wake up the next morning to the feeling of Harry climbing out of the bed, my head dropping off his chest and onto the very cold pillow. Harry has his phone pressed to his ear, talking quietly as if he was still trying not to wake me up. He doesn't seem to notice that I'm awake, walking out onto the balcony of our hotel room in just his sweat pants despite the fact that it was mid-November. I prop myself up on my side, looking out the sliding glass window as Harry talks rather adamantly to whoever it was on the other end. 

I think about going out there, but it was clear this was a conversation Harry didn't want me to hear. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as my head starts to go to that familiar place. There was still this uneasy feeling that Harry was lying to me... and with the way his mother had reacted when seeing us yesterday, it just reaffirmed that feeling. I wanted to believe Harry when he said he wasn't talking to Rose... but there was just that small part of me that couldn't. 

"How long have you been up?" Harry's voice startles me as I hadn't even heard him walk back into the room. He's climbing back onto the bed, opening his arms for me to crawl into them but I don't.

"Just a few minutes. I think I'm gonna take a shower before we hit the road." I say, not even bothering to wait for Harry's response before I'm walking into the bathroom. I hear the bed creak as Harry climbs off of it again, following me to the bathroom. 

"You wanna do some stuff in the city before we head back? It's been a while since we've had a date." Harry asks, sitting down on counter as I turn on the shower. I simply shrug, sticking my hand into the stream of water as I wait for it to reach the right temperature. 

"If you want to do something, we can. I wanted to stop by the hospital to see my dad though, if you don't mind that is..." I say quietly, taking off my clothes before climbing into the shower. 

"I'm sure we'll have time to do that. Is there anything else in particular you'd like to do?" He asks and I let out a sigh as I grab the bottle of shampoo Harry had used the night before. 

"Whatever you want to do is fine by me, Harry. I really don't care." And maybe my voice comes out a little harsher than I intended but Harry doesn't seem to notice. He never really seemed to notice... and maybe that was part of the problem.

"Okay, I'm thinking we can go shopping for the babies... Decide how to paint the nursery... I'm not really sure how many days like this we're gonna get for a while... I just got off the phone with Jamie a few minutes ago, we start the promo tour on Monday." Harry says and I stop washing my hair for a moment. I knew it was coming, I just didn't think it would be that soon. I felt like I had just gotten him back....

"Already?" 

"Yeah... You could... You could probably come with me for a little while if you wanted to..." Harry says quietly and I could almost picture the nervous look on his face as he spoke. 

"I don't really know how long I could stay for... as is, I've got a pretty prominent baby bump and I don't... I don't really want anyone outside of our families to know..." I found myself saying, biting my bottom lip as I finish washing my hair.

"Why not?" Harry asks, the question seeming to float in the air for a moment as I think of the right answer.

"Because it's just such a rare thing... and I don't want people getting the wrong idea about it. I don't want them to look at me like I'm some kind of freak and I sure as hell don't want them looking at my kids that way." I say, grabbing the body wash next as I wait for Harry's response.

"Okay... that makes sense, I guess... but how exactly do you plan on explaining the fact that in five or so months we're gonna have not one, but two babies suddenly out of the blue? That's going to raise some questions." Harry says, earning a sigh from me as I reach over to turn off the shower. I hold my hand out for a towel and it wasn't very long before Harry gives me one. I wrap it around my waist as I climb out, letting out another sigh as I look at Harry.

"I'll figure something out... but for now I'm just going to let everyone assume I'm getting fat." I whisper, giving Harry my best smile but I knew it seemed forced.

"You're not getting fat, you're just pregnant." Harry says, shaking his head a little when I let out a small snort.

"I know that, Harold. I'm just saying that everyone else can assume I'm getting fat. Besides, it won't really matter for a while anyways... I've got plenty of baggy sweaters to cover up with." I say, walking into the bedroom to grab some clothes with Harry not too far behind me. He waits patently for me to get dressed, cracking jokes here and there which seemed to take my mind off of the other things.

Even if it was for just a moment.

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Mehhhhhhh

I'm tired and I should sleep but I wanted to update and here we are.

THERE'S ANOTHER TIME JUMP COMING UP AND I'M SORRY.

Also, that narry I was talking about last chapter  (Attention) is posted and you should totes check it out if you haven't yet.

Dedication goes tooooooo everyone cause I'm tired and lazy tonight

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