Where do broken Hearts Go?

Harry's pov:


"Looking good lad." Louis taps my shoulder. "Date." I happily nod.
"Good for you" He smiles. "So how do you feel about it all?"

Taking a seat on the hotel bed. "Umm fine, she is my best friend." His eyes wonder.
"Wait what do you mean?" I fix strands of my hair in the mirror. "What are you talking about?" He repeats.
"I'm confused." I say perplexed.
"Don't worry about it, clearly I got too much sun I'm a little deluded." He rubs his knees.



Bella: ready when you are love xxx H

I don't know why i feel the need to alway sign of with a H, the kisses are a different story.

Bella: coming xoxox


I get a hug!!!!!





I slide the chair out for my perfect Bella and tuck her in. She is looking gorgeous this evening.
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"Just a salad, you sure Bells?"

"Yea I'm not that hungry."

"Excuse me, can I please have your autograph." A little girl about eight years old kindly asks me. "Of course sweetie." I bend down to her height.

"Here let me." Bella takes her phone. "Say cheese." I grin with the little girl. "What's your name?" I ask her signing her notebook.

"Sofie."

"Well Sofie are you coming to our show tomorrow night?" She excitedly nods. "Well I better give you a special shout out." I close her book handing it back.


"Thank you so much." I hug her again. "Your most welcome.


Bella is grinning. "What?"

"Nothing." She smiles. "Do you ever get sick of it."

"No" I swiftly respond. "I mean none of us what be here if it wasn't for people like her." I say truthfully.

After our delicious meals Bella and I are deep in thumb war.

"Stop letting me win." She giggles. "I'm not." I press down and I win, raising my hands. I fish something out of my teeth the most classy way possible.


Taking a sip of wine I toy with the glass. Bella hasn't touched hers. She is slouched on the chair looking baffled.

"Whats up Bella?" I bring my seat closer to her reaching for her hand.

"I really need to tell you something." She has me worried. "Anything." I caresses her hand hoping it will ease.


Running her free hand through her hair. She looks in my eyes, and I look in hers I could look at them forever.


"Harry, I'm um, umm. I'm pregnant."

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