guys this has been one hella a week. i had a test or project due in like every class last week and then on satuday my cousin/godfather got married and then today one of my friends from my school went missing and there were flyers and search parties going on all day and we just got news that we found her and UGH an emotional rollercoaster. not to mention the harry banana thing, can we just take a moment to appreciate?!
AND OMG 3.4K AHHHHHHHHH
now here we go xxxx
Everything About You
"Put me down or I swear I will pee on everything you love!" Hailee shrieks as Harry spins around as she is flung over his shoulder.
"Who uses urine as a threat?" Liam comments with an incredulous laugh. I join in a bit, even though quite honestly, I don't find it all that surprising knowing Hailee. She's just a rather... random character at times.
"I do! Now you better set me on my own two feet, you little mother fucker!" she screeches at Harry, who is just laughing and continuing, in a slower pace, however, to spin in circles.
"Nuh, uh! You aren't a mother yet!"
It takes me a second, but when I put together what he meant, I burst out laughing at his--admittedly somewhat--crude joke. I look around to see I am the only one laughing.
Why does no one laugh at Harry?! He is a seriously funny guy sometimes!
"Just shut up before I kick you so hard you will only ever have the one kid!"
This seems to bring him back down to earth, well I guess it more brings Hails back to earth as he puts her down.
"That's what I thought, ya idiot," she grumbles and slaps the back of his head. We are all messing around on stage since the boys just finished rehearsal and refuse to let me leave and get any sort of work done. I mean, I've already done everything needed for tonight, but their last performance of the American tour is tomorrow and I have a lot to get done before then.
"Hey, guys," Zayn starts with a mischievous look on his face. "There were two golf carts backstage. Most of security is out at lunch... who's in for little race?"
Okay, so in my head, this will go in either one of two ways: one, it will all be great fun and everyone will laugh and enjoy themselves; or two, the idiots will do something stupid and end up injuring at least one of us and then we will all get caught. But, knowing them, we aren't going to get through this day without finding out.
"Yeah!" Louis and Harry cry loudly, fist pumping the air.
"I'm in! It's been a while since I have done anything mischievous," the Irish says, already jumping up and down in anticipation. I give him an incredulous look.
"What do you mean it's been a while? Just yesterday I walked backstage to find Paul passed out on the couch with a Hitler mustache and whipped cream hair!" I scold.
Niall just laughs and shrugs. "Hey, we were doing him a favor. The man has no hair left of his own!"
My scowl deepens as I glare at the dumb blonde, obviously not accepting his reasoning as adequate in lessening the fault.
"You're all idiots," I mutter and roll my eyes before looping my arms around Louis' waist beside me. I nuzzle my head against his chest and feel his arms wrap around me, squeezing me tight and making me feel undeniably safe.
I never understood how tired being pregnant can make you. I'm only a month and I feel like I need twenty hours of sleep every day. I'm even starting to show a bit. Not very much, though. It just looks like I've had a big lunch, although I know that would only be the case for another two weeks or so, if that. Hailee is already rather large. I hadn't even noticed her gaining weight until I learned she was pregnant. By that time she was already a month or so along. But now that she is around three months, you can definitely tell. She has been wearing hoodies and loose tops to cover it up, but that can only last so long. Sooner than later, we will both be too pregnant to hide it from anyone. I still haven't even told my family yet, not that I have really talked to them a lot since I left my grandparents house all those months ago.
The most contact I've had with that side of my family at all has been Gen when she visited in Hawaii. Although, the other day Nichola texted me and I talked to her for a bit. I didn't tell her about my... situation... but I did have a decent heart to heart with her. She convinced me it would be a good idea to Skype them during the next family dinner. She promised everyone had calmed down since the incident, and that they wouldn't talk about it unless I wanted to, which I definitely don't want to. Maybe one day, but not now. So, at least I had that to look forward to. I really did miss my family.
We even planned for Gen, Katie, and Annie to fly out to meet us in London next week. We can only hang out with them for two days, seeing as we had to leave for the rest of the European tour, but they are going to stay at Hailee and I's apartment and explore London for a week. Luckily Katie is eighteen so she's old enough to handle the rug-rats for a few days. Although never in a million years would I trade places with her.
"You tired?" Louis asks me as he rubs up and down my back soothingly. I nod my head against his chest and tighten my grip around him.
"I'm always tired these days," I grumble, closing my eyes and reveling in the familiar smell of mint and musk I've grown to love as I inhale Louis' scent.
His chest rumbles against my cheek as he laughs and presses a kiss to the side of my head.
"Would you want to join me for a nap?" I look up to see an earnest, yet smug, smirk across his lips. I know he finds it entertaining at how sleepy I get lately, but I know he's also concerned and tries to make sure I get enough sleep, so I let his mocking slide. Plus, I could really use a nap right about now.
"Yes please," I mumble and give him a tired smile. He chuckles and presses his lips against my temple once again.
"Good," he said, still not loud enough to break free of our little bubble that separates us from the world at the moment by catching the other's attention to our private conversation.
I look over to see the rest of our friends entertaining themselves as they use one of the amp chords as a jump rope. Hailee and Niall stand at either ends, swinging the wire around as Zayn and Harry take turns trying to jump in and out of it.
"Hey boys, we are gonna go rest for a bit. Please don't break anything--including each other--while we are gone!" I scold them, bringing their attention away from their little game and apparently distracting Zayn from his foot placement as he loses his balance and trips over the wire, falling flat on his face. I purse my lips and nod as I take in the boy sprawled out on the floor before me.
"I'm glad my words have an effect on you. If only they had the intended effect, rather than the opposite. It's great, really," I mutter sarcastically before turning around and walking off the side stage with Louis.
We walk in comfortable silence down the concrete halls of the arena before making it back to the boy's dressing room. As soon as I step through the door, I walk over and collapse on the couch, stuffing my face in the cushion. I hear Louis' muffled laughter from the other side of the room followed by nearing footsteps. However, what I didn't expect was for him to jump and land on top of me.
"Louis!" I moan, suddenly annoyed with the boy laying across my body. "Get off of me, fat ass!"
I feel him snuggle his head into the crook of my neck. He mumbles against the skin, "I'm just snuggling with my girlfriend."
I roll my eyes at his cheekiness. "Your pregnant girlfriend doesn't appreciate being crushed--snuggling or not. I don't want our kid suffocating because you have separation anxiety," I manage to choke out, however unable to hide the amusement in my tone. I feel his lips curve up into a smile against my neck before leaning his head to look at me with an elated grin across his face.
"What?" I chuckle, bemused at his expression.
"I like when you say 'our kid'."
I smile and roll my eyes at his adorning look, feeling a sudden euphoria come over me just like any other time he talked to me like this; with such an obvious tone of love and adoration in every word. I just want to melt into his heart every time he opens his mouth.
"Well, it is our kid, isn't it?" I quip, unable to reign in the bright smile that stretches my lips.
"Yes, it is. And that fact alone makes me so unbelievably happy."
Damn, I swear this boy was made in a candy shop and dipped in sprinkles and chocolate syrup as a child.
"Me too," I agree, straining my neck to use what little room I have to reach his lips with mine. I feel his lips purse against mine, softly taking my bottom lip between his and releasing it tenderly. He pulls back and stares at me with humble eyes.
"I love you," he whispers, reaching his hand out to pet some strands of hair out of my face, gently tucking it behind my ear. He softly grasps his hand around the side of my head as he pulls me in for another peck before adjusting himself so that he is beside me, pulling me into his arms. His hand wraps around my waist as I turn on my side against him. I lace my fingers through his across my stomach, feeling his peppering kisses along the side of my neck. I wiggle softly as I adjust myself before finding a comfortable position in his embrace. I don't try to restrain the yawn that creeps from my lips.
"Goodnight, Louis," I mumble sleepily to him.
"Goodnight, Avenue."
I smirk at the nickname, liking the way it sounds falling off his lips.
I feel myself getting closer and closer to the brink of sleep. My breathing is evening out and my heart slowing its pace, relaxing my entire body within seconds. Just as I am about to give in to the gentle caresses of sleep, a voice I was hoping to avoid for a little longer comes booming down the hallways.
"Where's Tomlinson?!"