Harry and I were on the plane to America I sat with feet up and laid back in the first class seat. The only place with decent leg room. I glance over at my brother who was brooding as he looked out of the window.
"Look, I know me being here isn't ideal..." I began.
"Your practically eight months pregnant with twins. You should be at home right now, not babysitting me." he huffed and i take a sip of my juice.
"Babysitting you would be following you around to every engagement and watching you like a hawk. Besides you're the older of us two, you're babysitting me." he rolled his eyes "Really, Harry you've hand a good couple of months to reconcile with the fact that I'm coming." I struggled to lean over to grab my bag
"Anyone would think you loathe me or something. Oh bloody hell." I grumble then snap. Harry gets up and grabs my bag handing it to me "Thank you." I rub my face.
"Look, Harry." I take my book out "I know you don't want me here. I get that but I'm gong to be completely honest. I would rather be doing anything else. Hell, I would rather be in labour finally freeing my body of these two than on a trip I have no business being on. This is your thing , that even though I have huge amount of respect. I'm basically an outsider. Yet here is the thing. You fucked up." I shrug
"You did and this is the consequence. You get your heavily pregnant sister following around and keeping an eye on you so you don't do it again. As usual you act first think later and then get huffy when you get told off. You're getting to old for this shit and one day your gonna do something or say something that a simple sorry or a week with me can't fix. So for the love of all our fucking sanity use your brain." I went to try and read my book.
"It's easy for you, you're perfect. At everything."
"Oh fuck off." I scoff lowing my book
"You are, you are the perfect, sister, daughter, granddaughter, wife and soon to be mother. Everyone likes you, you do nothing wrong."
"That's not true. I do a lot wrong and I'm not perfect. Harry, can't you see this entire pregnancy has been horrible? It feels like every pre birth test you could get as a mother i've failed at or am being compared at. I'm miserable. I didn't even notice I was pregnant for two months and I was ignoring everything till i fainted. Then I can feel nothing but dread at being pregnant because i've barely gotten my life on track. I still feel like a kid myself. Mothers at this point would be feeling this nesting thing, getting everything ready, so excited. I have nightmares that i'm just gonna..." I get teary eyed
"I am being held up under both arms by Dad, Liam and Will who has his own child on the way. All to stop being from drowning in fear and pressure to be someone i'm not. I'm not perfect, I am a survivor, there is a difference." I turn away from him and dig into my bag for headphones and my phone so I can listen to music. For the remainder of the flight we didn't talk and i managed to get about a hour of sleep before changing before disembarking.
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I turn on the smile and charm where needed for the limited engagements that I attend with my brother. By his side I stood or walked respectfully though something told me it did little to help his mood. I removed my shoes as I walked into his hotel room trying to find out what was wrong. I gave a glance to James closing the door behind me.
"Will you please slowdown, I'm not the seven year old that can run after you right now." I sigh holding onto my shoes "What's the matter, brother?" I question.
"Oh nothing, just Perfect Aurora doing everything right. The crowds adore her all cheering for her. Look at her demurely cradling her stomach as she stands with her brother. This is my tour Aurora." he yelled at me
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Princessa of his heart
FanfictionLife has change a lot, I finished university I got engaged and then married, and now I am a full time working member of my family. Life is going well and I'm in a good place. But there is always one thing to remember, trouble and surprise are always...
