H.P.O.V.

Easy love. My meant to be.

My body is relieved to be laying down on an actual bed. There is energy and anxiety coursing through my blood.

The last thing I remember was holding Presley as she slept. It felt so nice, so warm and familiar. I hadn't planed to fall asleep also but I did and I hate myself for not staying awake to enjoy having Presley so close.

Presley's not here anymore and my heart sinks down to my stomach. But I see her favorite shoes by the door and I try to calm down. She must be at the balcony. My baby must be so confused right now.

I have a certain feeling in the pit of my stomach that I can't name. It is so different than what I am used to feeling that I can't decide if I like it or not.

I look around and I smile at mine and Presley's bedroom. There were so many memories here. So much love. Forever was promised here.

I broke that promise. I twisted it, I carved at it, I completely destroyed it with no mercy. I didn't value it, I didn't protect it.

I never deserved it.

Our pictures were still hung up. The side of my closet was still kept for me, though now it was almost empty. Our bed still felt like our bed. It still felt like us. It was still engraved with our secrets and midnight conversations.

"Do you think I'll be a good dad?"

Presley looks up at me, surprise in her brown orbs. Her lips fall into a soft smile, "Baby, baby, baby."

My heart quickens at my pet name. I sigh and move closer to her. I rest my head on her chest and sigh when she giggles. "Baby, what if I suck?"

"You could never suck at being a dad."

"Yes I could. Our baby is going to hate me," I pout.

"Our baby doesn't even have ears yet let alone does it know how to hate, nor will it ever know how to hate."

"It's going to hate me." I repeat.

"Harry," I look up at her. Her eyes soften when they stare back at me, "Oh, Harry, why are you afraid? It's a bit too soon don't you think?"

She was only six weeks pregnant right now but in a blink of an eye she'll be nine months pregnant. Time goes by too fast and I'll never have enough of it to learn how to be a proper dad.

"I'm scared, Presley."

My wife is my break through. She is my home. I'm scared of disappointing her. Of
making her second guess me.

She nods, her eyes still soft and gentle, "Do you love it?" She asks.

"What?"

"The baby, do you love it?"

I nod frantically, "I love them so much. They're my dream. Besides you I've never loved anything so much."

"See? You're going to be brilliant, baby. I'm scared too but it'll be okay. We've got easy love between us. It'll be okay."

My heart melts and I can feel the love coursing through my body for my wife. It is so strong I'm scared I'll explode.

I lean up close to kiss her. "You are my best dream."

The sudden knock on the door surprises me and I jump. I sit up and run my fingers through my hair as I tell whoever is at the door to come in.

My face twists in confusion, "Mum?"

"I didn't believe it when she told me you were in here," she says softly. "Hi, baby."

Her nice tone has me on edge. Her gentle attitude towards me has been gone for months and now that it's back has me panicking.

"What's happening? Why are you being so nice to me? You hate me."

Her face crumbles in sadness. She walks the rest of the way in closing the door behind her. She sits next to me and takes me in her arms. "I could never hate you, Harry. I'm so disappointed and a bit angry with you but I could never hate you. You're my baby. I love you."

"I love you too," I mumble against her. "Mum, what's going on?"

It's the way she stills when I ask her. The way she sighs and looks everywhere besides at me that I know something is wrong.

"Mum, what are you doing here?"

"Presley...she called me."

"Why?"

She hesitates and shrugs, "I'm not sure yet."

The feeling in my stomach comes back and I only feel anxiety in me now. "Where is she?"

"She's with Louis waiting for you to wake up. Do you want me to go get her?"

I nod even though I'm terrified. I'm so scared. I can't feel anything but fear and anxiety. I feel sad and angry at myself.

Mum nods and kisses my head before getting up and disappearing the same way she came in.

I rub my forehead feeling so confused. I feel so young right now. I feel like my world is about to burst into flames. I feel so much hatred towards myself because I know I've made Presley feels ten times worse.

I was so cruel to her. I was terrible. I ripped her to shreds and now I'm being so selfish because I want her to forgive me. I want her to be mine again. I don't deserve it and I'm a terrible human for even asking.

My head snaps up when I hear Presley come in. As soon as I see the look on her face I know.

And I can't hold back my sobs.

Notes

I'm not ready for this.