“Harry, just go. I’ll be fine.” I said, trying to claw the covers tighter around my eyes. I had suffered with headaches all my life, mostly from not wearing glasses when I should have, but I had woken up a week later with a banging migraine.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” He said, his hand resting on what was visible of my forehead. I knew he was trying to be comforting, but even his soft touch sent ripples of pain through my brain.
“It’s just a migraine Harry, please. Just go. I really need to sleep it off.” I was growing agitated, even though I knew he was only trying to help.
“Sorry. I’ll be as quick as I can. I won’t be home too late.” He continued to reassure me, before finally I fanned him away with whatever strength I could muster. He huffed and I felt his weight shift off the bed. His footsteps echoed through the hall and down the stairs, and finally, out of the door.

I slept for a long time after that, and only awoke when I heard a car pull up in the courtyard. Harry’s slender frame climbed out of the Range, and made his way to the door. I mentally checked my head. Still pained, but more of a dull headache. At least I could make it out of bed.

I made my way downstairs with the intention to cook dinner. Harry met me in the kitchen, as I was trying to muster up some kind of meal.

“Hey, hey, I’ve been trying to call you all day.” He said, rushing over. “You can put those away for a start.” He motioned to the pots and pans I had taken from the cupboard. “You’re not my slave, I’ll cook you dinner too, thanks."

He grabbed a hold of my frame and walked me through the hall to the living room. He sat me down, even picked my legs up and threw a blanket over me. A while later he brought in a stir fry he had managed to prepare.

“So how was today?” I asked, putting all my strength into trying to hold a conversation.
“Er, it was- yeah, fine. Eleanor tweeted me, telling you to answer your phone.” Harry munched through his food. “Think it’s about that fashion show.”
“I’ll call her back tomorrow.” I yawned, barely noticing his sudden need to change the conversation. I placed the rest of the food on the table. The migraine I’d suffered all day had definitely affected my appetite. My lazy eyes threatened to close on me again.
“Come on, An,” Harry sighed, looking over at me and putting his plate down. I tried my best to open my eyes. “You’re not well. Let’s get you to bed."

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The tubes of London are notoriously hot, come snow, sunshine, or showers. Today was no exception, as I made my way to meet Eleanor for the third time in a week at the venue she had planned to hire for the charity show.

“Ah, hey, babe!” She grinned, meeting me in the lobby. We made our way up a few staircases, and she brought me into a huge, empty floorspace.

“Right, so this is the floor plan, she motioned me to sit down and I obliged. “What do you think? Think it could work?” She excitedly took a sip of her Starbucks coffee, her perfectly primmed hair moving on her shoulders. I was over my migraine, but still felt exhausted after being so ill. I suddenly felt self conscious sitting in front of my own best friend.
“No, I think it’s great. I really do.” I smiled. “So where do I fit in?”
“Well, I’ve only got three models at the moment. All the others are friends of the other people on my team, or we’ve picked them from a casting. You, Perrie, and Liam’s ex, Danielle are my protégées.” She smiled. “So since those two are busy, you’re sort of the only person I’ve got to run through it with, other than my group. So, first of all we’ve got the ready-to-wear collection which some underground designers are contributing to, and then the bikini section, which is all donated from Topshop. That’s what you’ll be-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence. It’s not happening. You’ve lost it.” I laughed, hoping this was a joke.

I heavily resisted her ideas for as long as I could. Walk in a bikini? Hello, I don’t think so. After going over as many more things as we could before my head started to swirl, we called it a day, the show only two weeks away. She was still adamant that I would be walking half naked down a catwalk.

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Another week had passed.

“Hiiii, wake up!” The usual routine took place, Harry waking up at six in the morning, working out, and coming to wake me up at eight stinking of sweat. “We’re going out today!”
I pushed his face, still half asleep, not even capable of discussion. He lowered it again, bringing curls beaded with sweat to scrape along my forehead.

“You’re disgusting!” I moaned, begging for some more shut-eye. He laughed obnoxiously, jumping up and opening the curtains.
“We’re going to an antiques market today. Lou’s in London.”
“She is?” I asked, suddenly the thought of getting out of bed was more appealing.
“Yeah, she’s come down for a few days. I thought you could help me buy some stuff to decorate this place with. You’re good with things like that."

I hauled myself out of bed, and into the shower. I hurried through my routine, wanting to make the most of the day. The first voice I heard when I switched the shower off was a little, northern one.

“'ARREH!” The excited voice giggled. I knew Lux and Lou had arrived.

I made my way down to them as quickly as I could. The little blonde toddler bounced over to me, freeing herself of her mothers grip, and excited at another new face in the room.

“Shall we leave, bitches?” Harry asked, picking up his car keys and finishing his cup of coffee.
“You better not be talking to my daughter, you dickhead!” Lou grinned and gave him a whack.

The ride to the market was only around five minutes, but easier than walking surrounded by paps. I was nervous. It was Harry and I’s first public outing since all the drama with Will and Kendall went down.

I held Lux in my arms, my newest best friend. I was obsessed with her. I couldn’t put her down. Lou found it hilarious.

“Your arm will go dead in a minute.” She said, speaking from experience. “Trust me, wait til you have one of your own. That’s why I have so many friends. The more friends, the more babysitters to stop me from having an anxiety attack.”
“She never acts up for me,” Harry smiled proudly. “Lux is always very well behaved for me.”

Lou rolled her eyes, and we started off, through the market. The paparazzi kept their distance, mostly sneaking in the odd photo or chant from behind a stall. I picked up a couple of good things, at Harry’s request, though he really didn’t give himself much credit for his taste. I thought he was actually pretty trendy.

“Lux, put that down!” Lou called, trying to keep up with her little legged daughter. Harry and I gave each other an amused look.
“You okay?” Harry asked, and for a moment I thought it was random. It was then I saw that he was motioning to the hidden presence of the paparazzi. I swallowed, and nodded.
“Fine.” I smiled, leaning up to peck him on the lips.
“You’re good with Lux.” Was his only reply, giving me a quick, proud look, before concentrating back on the goods in front of him.

We filtered through the small crowds of a few more stalls, and finished up shortly before the market closed. We were offered assistance in carrying our things to the car - of which included a large bear head (courtesy of Harry). Lux had fallen asleep in her car seat, her tiny hand enclosed in Lou’s. We dropped them home, my heart heavy at the thought of leaving Lux.

“Please consider me number one option for babysitting!” I said, saying goodbye to them both.

“You’re obsessed,” Harry laughed, placing his hand back to its usual spot on my knee. “It’s true, though. Lux is a charmer.”

I smiled back at Harry in agreement. “Too cute."

There was only one girl in the world that had One Direction playing into the palm of her hand, and it was definitely baby Lux.

Notes

Hiiiiii! Just a wee filler for you.. nothing very interesting. Will try to update tomorrow! x