[H.S] Shots

I See It.

[Y)N]

It was growing. Under your hand, you could feel it.

You were just starting to get a bump, but it wasn’t quite a bump, you’d refused to call it that yet. It was more of a swell. It was a little rounder; it stuck out a little further, starting to strain against your clothes. It was there. There was no denying it. And as relieved as you were that it kept growing, there was a piece of you that didn’t want it to grow too quickly while Harry wasn’t here. It had fingers and toes by now, and a tiny beating heart, what you hoped were Harry’s full and pouted lips, with that little dip in the supple flesh of the upper one. This isn’t how you would’ve preferred it. But the thing was, you were used to it, it was your normal together, and you’d never have it any other way. You’d accepted it long ago, when the diamond was slipped around your finger, and you’d changed your last name. But the ‘typical’ had never been something you’d preferred, anyway. Being married to someone that gave a part of his heart to his passions wasn’t always easy, but it was necessary. You learned to live for the catching up calls and the dates that took place thousands of miles apart.

You touched the cross hanging around your neck. He’d left it for you, on his pillow the morning he’d left for the three weeks on a small European tour, playing small shows in just a few cities. There had been a note next to it, scribbled out in his curved script.

Thought you could keep this safe for me. Give the belly another kiss for me. I’ll be home soon. I love you both.

-H xx.

The world tours were long gone, but it was never any easier to say goodbye. So you’d started doing it the night before he left. That way, sleeping curled into him could offer a little more of a comfort, you didn’t have to know when he let go, and you didn’t have to watch him leave.

You lifted the to-go containers from the spice scented brown paper bag, your stomach rumbling a little louder as the warm scent wafted upward. You carefully lowered yourself onto the living room floor, tucking your legs inwards. Setting the food out on the placement spread in front of you, before lifting the lid of your laptop, tugging the lid off your bucket of dinner, and a small pot of rice, running your fingertip along the edge, catching where a bit of the spiced tomato sauce was caught, popping it into your mouth.

You touched the cross hanging around your neck. He’d left it for you, on his pillow the morning he’d left for the three weeks on a small European tour, playing small shows in just a few cities. There had been a note next to it, scribbled out in his curved script.

Thought you could keep this safe for me. Give the belly another kiss for me. I’ll be home soon. I love you both.

-H xx.

The world tours were long gone, but it was never any easier to say goodbye. So you’d started doing it the night before he left. That way, sleeping curled into him could offer a little more of a comfort, you didn’t have to know when he let go, and you didn’t have to watch him leave.

You lifted the to-go containers from the spice scented brown paper bag, your stomach rumbling a little louder as the warm scent wafted upward. You carefully lowered yourself onto the living room floor, tucking your legs inwards. Setting the food out on the placement spread in front of you, before lifting the lid of your laptop, tugging the lid off your bucket of dinner, and a small pot of rice, running your fingertip along the edge, catching where a bit of the spiced tomato sauce was caught, popping it into your mouth.

“Hi, baby!” Harry’s voice crackled through the speakers, before he appeared on the screen, with a wave, looking a little fatigued, his complexion a little paler than usual. He was sat on his hotel room couch, the glass door behind him reflecting back the Paris city lights that blanketed the city. If he looked close enough, you could see just the tip of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.