Three Months Married

Sara and Harry have been together for years, but they've only been married for three months. What will the find out when Sara travels to America with the boys?


3. Chapter 3.

The next few mornings in America turned out the same as the last. A turning stomach that wouldn't subside until all the bile was from it. I'd taken to wearing my hair back in a pony tail so as not to make Harry feel like he's got to get up and hold my hair for me. But he did, he woke up every morning with me, rubbing my back while the sick rose up my throat and out my mouth.

"Have you called you mum?" I asked after washing my face and brushing my teeth. I climbed back into the bed, my head laying next to Harry's.

"No. I was thinking..." He rolled so he was on his tummy. "Maybe we could both take a day or two off to take a train up to see her." His eyes lit up every time he talked about seeing his mum.

"That sounds nice." He leaned over to give me a light kiss on the cheek.

"Good, when we get back I'll get the tickets!" He rolled back over, lacing his fingers through mine as we stayed in bed until it was time to leave for our next destination.


"I can still do things." I said trying to carry my own bag to the car. Harry had insisted he would do everything for me, even though there wasn't much for him to do since we were in hotels most of the time.

"No it's all right, I've got it." Though he was struggling to keep his own bag in his hand.
"Harold! I've just become pregnant, let me do things now before I can't anymore. Please, stop treating me as if I'm some breakable helpless child!" I tried being level headed, I tried not to let my emotions get too crazy. "There will come a time when I need you to do things for me, but that time isn't now." My voice calmed, I wasn't angry about him doing all these things for me. I just really needed him to realize there is a time and place for it, and that time and place were not here and now.

He managed to walk a few more feet before dropping his bag completely. I quickly lunged for it before he could get to it. He carried mine, I carried his, our hands between us locked together.

"Just let me know when something is too heavy." He looked down, kissing my temple.
We were ushered from the hotel into a set of cars. Niall, Harry and I in one, the rest in the other.

"You'll name it Niall right!" He joke as he gently poked a finger into my stomach.

"No." Harry flat out said. Harry sat close to me. "Don't forget your seat belt." He knew that when sitting in the back of a vehicle I normally didn't. But since I had more to worry about then just myself, I guess it seemed like I a good idea. I put it on, the driver waited for the click of my buckle before accelerating.

"Don't you think it's a bit early for names?" I asked Niall as it wasn't something that crossed my mind yet.

"It can never be too early." Niall winked. Harry's arm pulled me to him so that there wasn't any space between. The spring air was nice, not too cool and not too warm.

"Where are we going now?" I asked since we'd been to New York, and we were just leaving L.A.

"I think we're headed home." He said tightening his grip. My hazel eyes met his green ones, locking in an instant. My head soon fell on Harry's shoulder, eyes falling shut with it. "Sara, sweetheart, we've got to go get on our plane home." His voice was quiet, careful not to startle me.

"How long was I asleep?" I wonder slowing bring my head up off his body.

"About and hour or two."

The others waited for us outside the cars. I pressed the button to release the belt from my body as he got out of the car. How the fans knew where we were at all times never failed to amaze me. Their screams thunderous, nearly exploding our ear drums. I stepped out the car, Harry holding his hand up and out to help me. He stayed extremely close to me while we made out way into the airport.

With more struggle then we had had in a while we finally made it into the building in one piece... well almost. Zayn had the cuff from his jumper torn off.

"You look tired." I told Harry while he stood in front of me, Loius and Niall stood with us. "Have you not been sleeping well?" I asked concern shown through, evident in my voice.

"I think I just miss our bed." Harry seemed to have been sleeping fine, his arms around me like normal, his warmth and even breaths sending me into a deep slumber each night.

"We'll be home soon, and you can stay the whole time in bed." I pulled his jumped together at the front, closing it without zipping it. I'd barely brushed against his abdomen, but his strong core muscles were so strong I felt them.

After going to McDonald's for a drink our flight was called. I grabbed my bag and Harry's while he was distracted holding the drink we had just purchased. I waited for him to catch up with the group as we made our way to the plane. We got on, my seat next to Harry and Zayn's. Before long Harry's head was on my shoulder, his mouth open just a but while his glowing green orbs his behind his eyelids. His hand loosened it's grip as his breath evened and he was asleep.

I stayed up not tired anymore form my nap in the car earlier.

"I'm so happy for you guys." Zayn said almost silently as he tried not to wake my sleeping husband.

"Thanks Zayn, we're really happy as well." We hadn't had much time to talk about the children we both wanted to have, but we both knew we wanted some. We didn't have a plan of when we wanted them either, the little guy inside me wasn't planned. It didn't matted if we planned it or not, it was coming and Harry and I couldn't be more happy.

Eventually my eye lids became heavy, to heavy for me to keep open and I fell asleep. Waking briefly to get out of the plane, go into the airport and then get in a car. Comforting arms guiding me the whole way, whether is was Harry or one of the other lads, I didn't know. I was out in a seat between two people in the car, my head finding one of their shoulders soon before sleep came over me again.

I awoke as the car slowed to it's last stop, mine and Harry's home. Before opening my eyes I felt confused as to why I still felt two bodies on either side of me. I finally opened them when someone, Harry, had begun planting miniscule kisses near my mouth and on my neck.

"Sweetie, we're home." Niall laughed.

"I'm up!" My eyes were open, it had felt like I had slept for days. "What time is it?" My arms stretched out, accidentally bumping the person on my left in the face.

"Oi!" I guess Niall was on my left, that meant Harry was on my right.

"I don't know when you fell asleep on the plane-"

"She fell asleep ten minutes after take off." Zayn provided.

"But the flight is about eighteen hours, and then the two hour drive home, almost a whole day." His brow crinkled with concern. "Are you sure you're feeling all right?"

"Yeah. I'm fine, probably just come with being pregnant." I offered. His eyes flew to my abdomen, a smile growing bigger across his face. "What are the lads doing here?" I asked as Liam, Niall and Louis grabbed our bags out of the back of the car, and up the front door where Harry and I were. Zayn sat on the step, eyes closed, while Harry pulled out his keys for the locked door.

"I invited them to stay one night, just to see the house and stuff." I had forgotten they haven't been over yet. They left us alone since we moved in, being on tour, kept them away as well. He opened the door and followed me as I walked in, turning on a few lights on my way to the kitchen. The hunger I felt was all I could think about, I just needed something to satisfy this whole in my stomach. I pulled a bag of fried potatoes out of the freezer and turned the oven on.

"Who is hungry?" I looked at the clock, it was three in the morning, but I wasn't tired, obviously. Niall came running toward me yelling "MEE!!" with his hand raised. "anyone else?" I called through the house.

"Nah, they all want to sleep, not everyone has the ability to sleep for almost twenty hours." He yawned.

"Are you tired?" I asked him just as Harry walked in, his eyes heavy.

"Niall, come wake me when you go to bed, I don't want Sara up by herself." He clapped his friend on the back.

"I can take of myself." I reminded him as he came over to give me a hug and kiss goodnight.

"Fine, just make sure she gets up to the room then?" I stuck my tongue out at him as his back was to me. Niall let out a chuckle. Harry ignored it going up the stairs to our bedroom.

"I am a bit tired," Niall said after we put the bag of frozen potatoes on a baking sheet to bake.

We cooked them to perfection, as the clock ticked, Niall's tiredness became more over whelming. We ate them right off the pan, probably a bad idea, but our hunger was too great. I dunked mine in ranch, while he ate his plain.

"Did you have a good time in America?" He asked between bites.

"Yeah, I mean, it was real good, except for the morning sickness crap." I hoped that in the morning the fries wouldn't become my enemy. My hunger subsided as that though came across my mind.

"Not hungry anymore?" He asked his voice having a worrisome tone to it.

"Nah, don't really feel like getting sick in the morning again." I revealed.

"All right." He put done the bite he was about to take. I turned to get a container to put the rest of the pan in.

"Don't you want some more?"

"Nahh, too tired." I was shocked, never in all my experiences with Niall had I ever seen him decline food.

"You all right?" I reached across the counter, putting my hand on his forehead, pretending to see if he had a fever.

"Yeah, it was a long flight, and a massive headache." He helped me put the potatoes on the container. I put the plastic in the fridge. "Lets get you up to bed." The tired in his voice more present then anything else.

"Night." He told me before lightly putting kiss on my cheek.

"Night!" I waved to him while shutting the door.
My energy was something out of control. However, God must have been watching down on my husband and his friends because I got to sleep even quicker then on the plane. Notes What do you all think? I'll post to more chapters k. :)  
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