I slowly open my eyes to the bright light in the room. The sun is shining on the opposite wall, blinding me with the hard rays. I grunt as I turn around and burry my face in the pillow. My head is aching and my body feels exhausted. Traveling so much in 24 hours is not good for the body. Being pregnant doesn't help either. I now know that the nausea and headaches I've had in the last couple of weeks is from the pregnancy. It makes it easier to deal with, but on top of that I have the headache from crying all night...or day...or how you want to see it. Traveling through different timezones is weird and confusing.

I stretch out my arm and reached for my phone by the bed. I had turned it off after texting Eleanor and never turned it on after the flight and was guessing that I would have some messages. As the phone loaded I closed my eyes and laid on my back, this bed was so comfortable. My phone soon started peeping like crazy. I sighed as it stopped and picked it up. My eyes felt swollen from all the crying and I wanted a hot shower. I saw missed calls from Eleanor, Harry, my mom, my dad, Louis and Niall. I had messages from all of them, even Anna. I groaned and rubbed my face before remembering how much the skin around my eyes hurt. I wanted to throw the phone across the room, but knew that I would have to talk to someone eventually. Right then my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen, afraid for who it would be. I don't think I could talk to Harry right now. It hurt too much. Eleanor's name flashed on the screen and I sighed in relief. I should answer so she could tell everyone else that I was fine and to leave me alone.

“Hi.” My voice was raspy and low.

“Sofia! Oh thank god! Where the hell are you?” She yelled into the phone, forcing me to hold it a feet from my ear, the pain from her voice running through my head.

“Calm down, I'm fine.” I said as I sat up in the bed, leaning back against the bed frame.

“I can't calm down when you just leave and don't even tell anyone where you're going. I was so worried, we all were.” She say a bit lower but her voice contains lots of concern.

“I couldn't stay, I'm sorry! I just went back home, it's fine.” I say, trying to convince her that it's all okey.

“Don't lie, I know you're not home. I've talked to you're mother and Anna.” She say, now sounding angry. I hadn't heard her sound this upset ever. She thought that I went back home to Sweden.

“No, I'm not in Sweden. I'm back in England.” I correct her.

“Oh! You're in Holmes Chapel?” She say sounding confused.

“Yes.” I say and hear something in the background, I think it's Louis. I guess they're telling Harry where I am. Fine with me, that way I don't need to.

“What happened?” She asks with a much lower voice, sounding worried again. I guess Harry hasn't told them. I actually thought he would.

“We had a fight. I just couldn't stay.” I say, picking at a thread in the bed sheets.

“You need me to come home?” She asks and I smile. What a wonderful friend that she even would consider it.

“No, no. Go enjoy your man.” I say and can practically hear the relief in her breathing, of course she doesn't want to leave when she finally can see him. And she shouldn't.

“Will you tell me what you fought about?” She asks a little careful. I sigh.

“I will, but not over the phone. I'll tell you when you get home.” I tell her and she seems to accept that. We soon hangs up and I decide to text my parents. I don't have the strength to call, knowing how worried my mom will be. I wish Eleanor wouldn't have called them, that way they would have thought I was in the US still.

To Dad
Hi. I'm fine! I'm back in England, need to be alone right now. Call you when I want to talk. Just know I'm okey and love you. Tell mom to breath! Xo

I put my phone back on the nightstand and reluctantly pull the cover off myself. I get a little shocked as I see my leg. It's all swollen and a little blue. I guess all the pressure from the flights was too much. I move the foot around a little and flinch as the pain hits. Argh! That will make everything more bothersome. I get out of bed and get my crutches and hop out to the kitchen, not leaning any weight on my leg, going to the cabinet to get some painkillers out. After I've taken two I head for the shower. I need all the flight filth off me and the warm water to sooth me. It does, but it's exhausting to stand on one leg and the shower gets short.

As I hop out of the bedroom to the living room I see something that stops me in the middle of a hop. I see the table standing in the middle of the room, the table I got from Harry on my birthday. I guess I was too exhausted and destroyed yesterday to see it as I got back. I go over to it and run my hand over the mosaic on the top, feeling the tears run down my cheeks again, stinging a little.

I look around the room, feeling sad to leave it. I was a little hesitant in the beginning of living here, but I really love this apartment. It's become my home and that makes this so sad. I get into the closet to get out a bag, I push it against the floor with my crutch as I hope forward. This is so maddening and will make everything take so long. As I reach the bedroom I throw the bag on the bed and start to put my clothes in it. After an hour I've gotten all my clothes in the bag and go back out to the living room to see if we have any food here, I'm starving. No luck though, the fridge is empty since I was traveling to Sweden for a week and had emptied it. I guess that was the last time anyone was in here.

After I've eaten the chinese food that I ordered I go back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. My body is hurting and I need a nap. I lay on my side, tucking my hands under the pillow. I will miss this bed, it's so nice and comfy. I will miss everything in this apartment, but the thing I will miss more is the person who it belongs to. I feel the tears calmly fall down on the pillow. My heart aches in my chest and the dizziness making me slowly fall into sleep.

I wake up with a jolt by a loud bang. I sit up, confused and a little groggy. My heart stops as I see Harry in the doorway. What is he doing here? How is he here? I can't have slept that long that he's had time to get here from Charlotte. He stands still, looking directly at me and I can't make my eyes leave his. They show so much pain that it tugs at my heart. His breathing is heavy as I see his chest rise and fall. The silence and tension gets to me and makes me feel uncomfortable.

“Wha-...” Is all I get out before he throws himself on top of me, attacking my lips with his. At first I lay still, perplexed, but then my emotions kicks in and I return his kiss. I've missed these lips enormously. I pull my hands through his hair, pulling him closer to me. I feel something wet against my cheek and realize that it's his tears and not mine this time. I stroke my fingers over his cheeks to wipe them off. After a couple of minutes he lay down his head in the crack of my neck, sniffling and I hold him tight.

When he's calmed down he pulls himself up on his elbows and I see his now red stained eyes. I hold my hands on either side of his neck, he looks down at me with sad eyes.

“I'm sorry.” He whispers and my chest hurts, all the pain from the last couple of days makes themselves known. I close my eyes as another tear roll down the side of my face. Harry's thumb stroke it away before he leans his forehead against mine. “We're going to have a baby?” He say with a smile in his voice and I laugh-cry. Talk about a day late. I look to the side of the bed where my suitcase stands and sigh. He looks over and his eyes widen as he sees the bag. “You were leaving?” He say, looking back at me with panic in his eyes.

“Yeah...” I breath, the word almost inaudible.

“But... why?” He looks so sad, it makes my stomach ache.

“You didn't want this...” I whisper, the pain all too much.

“Of course I want this. I'll always want you, no matter what.” He say and force my eyes to his. “It was just a shock and my brain couldn't comprehend, I hadn't slept too well.” He say, looking pleading into my eyes. “I want you. I want this baby.” He say and I feel the tears fill my eyes again before I lean up to lock together our lips again. Happiness running through my body, giving me goosebumps, from his words.

“I love you.” He say between kisses.

“I love you more.”

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I lay peacefully with my head on Harrys chest. We've been laying like this for a while. I look up at him, laying my chin on his chest. He looks much calmer now, the panic out of his eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, still feeling confused by this whole situation. He looks down on me with a smile.

“Yes, more than anything.” He pulls a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So...we're going to be parents?” I ask, the words sounding so weird out loud. I haven't told anyone about the baby yet, I didn't really believe it before. Now it's for real.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He say, chuckling. I feel a thrill go though my body, me and Harry as parents...wow! Then realization hits me and the smile fades.

“How is this going to work?” I ask, not able to hide the sadness in my voice.

“We'll find a way.” He say and kiss my forehead before leaning his against it. “We can make anything work.” He nuzzle our noses. I close my eyes and smile. I have him here, I'm not alone in this. I feel so happy by that, I don't know how I would have made it on my own. Then I come to think of something.

“How can you be here? Don't you have shows in Charlotte?” I look questioningly at him.

“Yeah, well...I'm going to get so much crap from Simon now.” He sighs, making me feel guilty.

“How did you even get here so fast?” I ask the first think I though when he got here.

“I was in Sweden already, I thought you would go there.” He explains. That makes sense, since the clock is just a little over five now. I can't believe he followed me.

“When do you have to go back?” I ask feeling the sadness go over me again.

“As soon as I can. I'll have to call and check the flights.” He sighs. “Come with me.” He say, his eyes never leaving mine. Should I go back with him? Everyone will wonder what the hell we're doing.

“Have you told anyone?” I ask, ignoring his question for now.

“No. I just said that we had a fight.” He still holds my head with his hand. I nod.

“I guess we have to tell them...” I say, more to myself than to him.

“Yeah... how far along are you?” I smile, he doesn't always think before speaking.

“Well, since it's about eight weeks since my birthday, I'm about eight weeks pregnant.” I say a little cocky. His smile widens as he understands his mistake. He pushes me down on my back and lean down to rest his head on my stomach. I braid my hand in his hair as the weight of his head makes me smile bigger, the joy of the moment making me so thrilled. Finally I can be really happy about this baby. I've just waited for this moment, longing to be thrilled for the new life that we have created. Harry pulls my shirt up so my, for now, flat stomach is showing.

“Hello in there, I'm your dad.” Harry say into my stomach, making me snicker. He rest his ear against my stomach, looking like he's expecting an answer. I lean my head back against the pillow, enjoying this moment.

Notes

Thank god he came to his senses, right? ;)
But what will happen now? Do you think it will be a boy or a girl? ;)

Thank you so much for your love! I love writing this when I get your comments!

xx.