Harry's POV

I felt a lump in my throat when I woke up in the morning and everything felt like I was walking in the fog on Friday. We had a meeting with the management about the arrangements for LA but I didn't really listen to anyone. Liam was the only one who really noticed my absence and he kept asking if I was alright.

These few days had been rough 'cause Alison didn't really talk to me. I couldn't remember when was the last time I felt this awful and the last thing I wanted to do now was to leave her alone here. But there was some really important events to go in LA. To be honest I didn't give a fuck.

After the meeting I got a few hours to be at home before our flight was about to leave. Alison was still asleep when I got back and I let her be while I packed my things. Just the necessary. A few pieces of clothing and the other stuff. I probably forgot something but I got my most important things with me, phone passport and wallet, so I thought I'd be okay.

I was eating in the kitchen when I heard step coming closer. She had just woken up so her hair was a mess and her eyes were a little puffy from sleeping. I hoped. I hated it if she had cried because of me.

She was wearing a way too big t-shirt which reached just above her mid thighs. She didn't look at me at all when she walked to pick some water. I finished my sandwich and then walked closer to her. I needed to touch her before I'd leave.

"Alison," I said softly and placed my hands carefully around her. She put the glass down on the table and luckily she didn't push me away. I rocked her back and forth keeping my big hands on her stomach protectively. She started to relax after a while and we didn't say anything just enjoyed each other nearness.

"You need to go," she whispered suddenly and I heard her sniffle. I didn't want to let her go so I hugged her tighter but then she pushed my arms away. My driver was probably waiting on the outside already but I didn't want to go yet.

"Can I have a kiss?" I asked but I was almost certain she wouldn't let me. I was proved wrong when she turned around and put her arms around my neck while I placed mine on her hips. She didn't really look me into eyes as she kept her gaze on my lips. She leaned closer and gave me just a little peck on the corner of my lips but immediately I felt a little better.

"Bye then. I love you," I whispered but she just nodded. I picked my bags and headed towards the front door leaving my girl and the baby behind. I don't know how I managed to mess things up like this but I was going to sort things out when I'd got back.

Alison's POV

I packed my things in the bag and then headed out of the house. I wasn't going to spend my weekend alone in his house even though he had said it was okay I'd stay there. I closed the door carefully after me and saw the familiar pink car on the pavement.

"Hi big bunny," Brianna greeted me when I got in the car. She looked like she was in a good mood so I gave her my best smile even though I felt like shit at the moment. And soon I got to hear why she was being so cheery. The whole car ride she talked about meeting Daniel's parents which she had been so scared before. But apparently the visit had gone well as I got to know every little detail about them but I tried to be polite and hummed approval sometimes.

Finally she parked the car in the pavement and we lifted the bags out of the car. "No, you're not going to carry anything in your condition," she said and I rolled my eyes when she picked all of the bags in her hands. She was almost worse than Harry.

As we had settled down in my flat we started to cook together. My fridge was empty 'cause I hadn't spend much time in there but luckily Brianna had visited the shop before picking me.

"So are there any specific reason why we didn't stay at Harry's?" her question got me off guard and I had to swallow the lump building in my throat. "He left to LA today," I said with too cheery voice and she noticed it. "What? Really? Why?" she asked frowning. "They had some things to do I'm not really interested," I told while I fried the vegetables on the pan.

"Everything alright?" she asked worried. I had to clear my throat once again before answering. "Yeah," I said airy. I could tell she didn't believe it at all. "You know you can trust me and tell me anything. I could never sell you for the papers if that's what you're worried about," she said and I laughed a little at her words. There was a silence for a while and I tried to keep my focus on the cooking. But then I sniffled a little too loud and Brianna was quick to come to hug me.

"Baby, tell me what's wrong," she said and petted my hair. I couldn't really keep the tears anymore and let them fall down my face. I still kept trying to fry the vegetables but she took the pan away from the stove. "What did he do? I bet I'm gonna take the next flight to LA so I can beat him," she said angrily and I shook my head.

"No, it's just... I've been so tired this week and felt a little off and then he did this thing and I got so mad," I explained my voice cracking. She didn't say anything and let me breath some air before continuing. "...He told me three days before he was going to leave even though he knew it a week. He just... he didn't tell me and he's being so busy all the time," I hiccuped. "Ahh I'm being just silly!" I groaned and tried to laugh but she kept her arms around me.

"Oh my baby girl it's okay! When he comes back you'll sort your things out," she promised but it didn't help at the moment. "Yeah I know! It's just the hormones. I can't really control my feelings," I told her. "But now we forget about him and spend a nice girls' weekend together right?" she said and I managed to nod. She wiped my cheeks with her hands before continuing to cook.

I felt much better at the end of the night. Brianna had this weird power on me no matter of what had happened she could always make me feel alright. Okay, I ate way too much chocolate and I felt sick but still when I put my head against the pillow I was feeling calm and the sleep took over quickly.

Notes

two chapters per one day yay