Harry's P.O.V

It's been a week since I've talked to Victoria and I am dying! It hurts not to hear her sweet voice every once in a while. I was really tired about singing every night and I wanted to go home already. I want to see Victoria and the baby. I know the baby's not out yet, but I want to see her or him pushing and kicking inside Victoria's tummy.

I smiled thinking about how our child would look. I remebered Victoria saying if we ever had a child, that she'd want it to have my eyes, so I imagined with my eyes and I also imagined it with Victoria's nose because she has a cute little nose. If it's a girl I'd like for her to have Victoria's hair, so that when she's a teenager she won't have to straighten her hair like most girls do. If it's a boy, I'd like for him to have my hair, because the hair is what gets all the ladies.

What should we name our child? For a girl, I like Emily Styles, I don't even know why I guess it's the way it sounds with all of our names: Harry, Victoria, and Emily Styles. Perfect. And for a boy, maybe Harry Stlyes Jr., but when we find out and it's a boy we'll have time to figure out more names.

I hadn't even noticed the tears in my eyes. I quickly wiped them and imagined myself with my child, as a girl, and Victoria, all sitting down having a picnic at the park. I had our little girl on my lap and Victoria was feeding her little grapes. There was little flowers all over the ground, so I whispered in her ear if she wanted to pick some for her mommy, she said yes and got up. We told Victoria we'll be right back, she said okay and we start-

"Hey, are you okay?", a familiar voice asked me, interrupting my thoughts.

I turned my head to my left, to see Niall laying down on the other bed of the hotel bedroom.

"Yea, Why?"

"Because, you were like staring at the ceiling and then you started crying,"

"Oh,"

I turned my head back to the ceiling trying to remeber where I was, when Niall interrupted me again,

"Why were you crying?" He asked.

I stayed silent not in the mood to explain. I didn't want to explain that I was crying because I missed the girl I broke up with, the love of my life, Victoria.

"Were you thinking about Vicroria?"

It was like he read my mind. I turned to him and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I nodded my head and stayed looking at him.

"It'll get better," He said, flashing me a smile.

"No, it won't," I mumbled to myself.

"Yes it will," He said, still with that smile.

I guess he heard me, but he wasn't supposed to.

"Do you want to tell me why you haven't called Victoria since a week?"

"No," I simply said.

"C'mon Harry, you haven't told anyone since the day you bursted in through the door with tears in your eyes," He said.

He was referring to the day I found about David. Yea, that's right, I already figured out his name. Anyways, he was saying that because that day I came back, I just went to my room and locked myself in it and everytime they tried to bring it up I'd just changed the subject, but maybe now was the time to let it out. Niall's my best mate, I can't keep anything from him.

"The day I came bursting through the door, I had found out that Victoria had went out with a boy, that is named David, and I got jealous, so I called her and then I asked her who is he and she said why did I care if were n-not together an-anymore and t-then I t-told that I ca-cared because I s-still loved h-her and she s-said that she h-had m-moved on and th-that I should t-too," I said crying hysterically.

All that time I was talking, Niall was listening to every word that escaped my mouth, while furrowing his eyebrows. He's always the one to listen to your problems and stay by your side and comfort you.

"It's okay, Harry," He said, walking to my side and rubbing my back.

I looked up to him and asked,

"How many more days?"

"A few," He said.

"How many more days exactly?"

He started using his fingers to count and when he finally finshed he let out a huge sigh and said,

"Fifty-six,"

I put my head back in my hands and started bawling my eyes out again. I miss Victoria and I want to feel her sweet little kisses and I want her big brown eyes to lock into my green ones and I want to intertwine her small hand into my big one and I want to kiss it and I want to tell her I love her and that she's beautiful.

"It's okay, Harry, I know how much you love her,"

"But, did she love me?" I asked looking back up at him.

"She did, but I don't know about now, since you told her you don't love her anymore,"

"I messed up, right?"

"Kinda, but it's okay cause when we go back, I'll help you," He said, again giving me another smile.

"Okay," I said.

But, it's not okay. I want to be able to tell Victoria, I'm going home soon. I want to be able to skype with her. I want to be able to ask her how's the baby. I want her to be able to send me pictures of her tummy getting bigger. I want to be able to do all these things, but most of all I want to be able to tell her I love her.

Notes

•Here's a chapter for my lovely readers
•Sorry I didn't get to post yesterday, its cause im reading a really good book
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