Things were difficult to hide. Harry was constantly by my side, and the people around us were always curious as to why. Of course, Perrie and Zayn knew all about why he never left me. I wasn’t showing, but I felt like I was about to burst with the looks I got sometimes. Soon, the paparazzi were trying to get through the gates to see the new girl Harry was “obsessed with”.
He would apologize to me every time a flash of a camera flared outside, when the noises of the people got too loud, or even when I opened a curtain to see tents and cars sitting outside. I wasn’t angered at all by them. I easily understood why they were curious. However, I didn’t want them to catch on with my pregnancy. No one in the house knew about the secret. Zayn never said a word, and Perrie made sure her mouth was sealed about anything she figured out.
I relied on those three with my life. They were the only ones who knew my secret. Our secret. It was actually very easy to keep for the longest time, but when the time came for everyone to put a close on the trip, things got difficult. Harry was planning on moving back with me and putting a halt on the tour with him until the baby came. I was trying to be persistent with him. I tried to reason that I could handle the pregnancy for the first few months so he could finish the tour. But he was still indecisive.
“I don’t want you to face this alone,” he told me.
I shook my head at him as I was lying on the bed. “It’ll be fine. Besides, I have to get back to my mom and Kayla.”
“I take it you haven’t told her about the baby, have you?” he asked me silently.
I shook my head. “No, I haven’t thought about how to tell them.”
Harry continued to work on the clothes that were thrown across the bed. He was still focused on moving in with me. “Then you need me there to help you.”
“No, I don’t, Harry,” I objected. I didn’t want him to just put a stop on everything he had going on. It wouldn’t be fair to him. None of it would. Harry had a job to do, and his job involved making millions of girls feel important. I would be rude to pry him from those girls.
He walked over to me, placing his hand over my cheek and rubbing his thumb across it. “I want to be there for you. I don’t want you to put so many others before you, Mitchie.”
I moved his hand from my cheek. I looked him dead in the eyes. “I know that, Harry. But you can’t just leave your band and fans. I’ll manage for the first few months. Don’t worry about it.”
“But how will I know if you’re okay?”
I rolled my eyes and laughed at him. “You can call and skype, you know.”
I saw him smile. Those dimples that anyone would fall for slowly appeared on his face. He slowly rubbed the top of my leg, and he moved his lips to my cheek for a kiss. The way he kissed me was so tender. It was almost as if he was treasuring me like I was the rarest kind of jewel.
I looked at him. “We still have about two weeks. I want you to go on tour. It’ll be over before the baby comes. It’s just another month.”
“Then it shouldn’t matter if I’m there. We have like five shows left. It isn’t important if I’m there,” He objected softly to my statement.
“Listen to me,” I protested. “It means the world to those girls and maybe even guys out there. Those five shows could mean the world to someone who hasn’t even had the chance to meet you. Just finish the tour and everything will be fine. You’ll be with me then.”
He sighed, “Alright, fine.”
I smiled at him. “I’m going to go and get my things together. I don’t want to be rushing the day before to pack.”
“Do you need any help with it?”
I turned to him, completely shocked. “I’m not completely helpless. I got this. Don’t you worry about me.”
He smirked, “I’m across the hall if you need me, baby.”
I nodded and went outside. Within the first seconds of me walking down the hallway, Cierra cornered me in the hall. She knocked my shoulders against the wall and with an aggressive voice said to me.
“You’re pregnant! Aren’t you, Mitchie?”