"We'll be alright," Harry muttered through his long, slow breaths, "Who cares about them, we'll be alright..."
I pushed his curls off his forehead, admiring his freckled skin, the stubbly hair above his top lip, and his smattering of teenage spots. He was perfectly imperfect, and so young. We were both so young. But he slept with his hand on my bump, and he addressed my tummy now like it was a separate being, cooing and chatting away to the baby, telling me happily that conversation would be good for 'her'. He adored this baby, and I couldn't let myself believe anymore that I'd been so close to getting rid of it. I'd become so used to the idea, and I was infatuated with my bump now. I was excited. I was nervous. But I was happy. This baby had seemed to solve everything; it had brought me and Harry together, and my newly developing curves made me feel more confident than I ever had before in my life. Harry was right in his sleepy mumblings. We were going to be just fine.
Through your sorrow,
Through the fights,
Don't you worry,
Cause everything's gonna Be Alright
Harry's POV
The young, busty, blonde intern who had happened to be put on a shift in the Maternity ward that day 'entirely by accident', in her own words, would not quit giving me the eye. I was getting impatient with her flirty smiles, the way she kept pushing her chest out every time she leaned over and I was forced to cast my eyes away out of sheer irritation. She was hot and everything, but dear God I was here with my pregnant girlfriend - if there was anything in the world that screamed 'Not Interested' more evidently than that, I couldn't name it.
She flashed another sickening smile in my direction as she squeezed the colourless sonography gel onto Tamara's subtly rounded tummy. She was under harsh scrutiny of her supervisor, of course. Our doctor, a tall, middle aged, successful-looking woman who gushed about her eight healthy children and millions of successful deliveries. She was the most qualified and most highly regarded obstetrician in all of London, and I insisted she be the one who would take care of Tamara and my baby for the next 6 months. The best that money could buy - I wouldn't accept anything less for my loved ones. Alternatively, I did it because it felt like the only method of control I had in ensuring everything went smoothly for us. And it would, I promised myself. Everything would be perfect for my baby and my girlfriend.
As the fluid squirted from the tube, Tammy squealed giddily and giggled, squeezing my hand in hers. Her eyes searched for mine and I flashed her a nervous grin. "It really is cold!" She laughed lightly, "I thought they only said that in the movies."
I shook my head in amusement at her jumpy enthusiasm, her small hands trembling slightly in mine. She was completely on edge, and yet I could tell she was ecstatic to be seeing her baby for the first time. Our baby.
"Now, we just have to locate the heartbeat," Doctor Clark chirped happily. The blonde girl stepped back, eyes still trained on me. Glance, glance away, glance back, biting her lip like a schoolgirl. I didn't like it one bit. The wide eyed grimace she'd displayed when she first saw the two of us walk in was enough to piss me off already, and her nosy inquiry as to whether we were, "definitely keeping it then" made me see red. She seemed disgusted at the thought, and gave me a look that said, 'you could do better'. She was too big for her boots was this girl, in my eyes at least. She was in no position to judge how we were dealing with this situation; she had no idea of how unconditionally I loved this baby.
All the while she seemed to be completely overjoyed at the scandal of it all, at being one of the few people in the world who knew that Tamara Gold was knocked up with Harry Styles' baby. Everybody we dealt with at this private clinic had been forced to sign privacy agreements, of course, under the advice of my management, who I'd finally gotten round to telling yesterday when I'd had a meeting about the European Tour. I'd sort of blurted it out, really. They'd been shocked out of their minds, and clearly furious beyond all measure, but once it set into their heads and I assured everyone we had decided to give the whole thing a go, they calmed and congratulated me and gave me all kinds of advice. Paul was delighted for me, as was Lou, who nattered away about the best places to buy baby stuff while she did my makeup for a shoot. They accepted it, though, that was the best part, and everyone mutually agreed not to release to the press for at least another while. It would come out eventually, but me and Tamara didn't feel quite ready for all that yet. Management would pass the message onto hers, and we'd have a press conference where me and Tammy could make official statements. I almost looked forward to it - to the time when I could proclaim from the rooftops that I was going to be a daddy.
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