Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

This isn't how I planned any aspect of my life to occur.

The plan was simple: Finish university with a 4.0 GPA, Get a well-paying corporate job that's more intense than the assistant job I've now, Find a man that loves me for me, Get married at a gorgeous ceremony, Have beautiful children, Grow old with the man of my dreams and watch our kids mature right before our eyes, and Then fall deeper and deeper in love with our time together.

That Night wasn't supposed to happen. My life wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

*Contains: Language, mild sexual content, and a bit of violence. Content could be triggering for some.*


53. ✗ fifty-one ✗


As my body begins to stir awake all I can think about is the events that took place hours earlier, in the darkness of night. For now the fact that Harry is not in bed again and the fact that the smell of food is wafting in the air doesn't take any affect on me. The only thing that's in my mind is Harry and his skillful hands and lips.

"You're blushing like a fool." His words cut through me like a knife whilst I stare up at the ever so interesting ceiling above us.

I don't know what's just taken over me. It could be the fact that I'm far too embarrassed that I can't look at him in his current position or the fact that I'm far too turned on by his current position to allow myself the pleasure of sensual eye contact.

"Of course I'm blushing." I respond, continuing to eye the ceiling. "I am the naked one here."

I try to joke to keep the mood light, or I'm just trying to calm myself before Harry begins to do something that will have me all worked up in moments. His lips meet the top of my thigh before he slowly drags his bottom lip upwards in a slow, torturous way. Then he repeats the same action on my other thigh. I sigh heavily once his lips meet my inner thighs, preparing myself for what's to come.

No other words are spoken in the few moments he's given me to cool the rouge in my cheeks, but the cool doesn't last long before his lips attach to the spot I've been subtly begging Harry to kiss since the start.

My breath hitches in my throat as my hips buck to meet his lips again. Harry's large hands hold my lower half down as to not disturb his expert mouth. My mouth has fallen open in the process and loud purrs leave my parted lips just thinking about the feeling.

"God, Harry!" I squeal, the words sounding almost painful coming out of me. "Oh my God!"

His lips nuzzle the area before his tongue darts out to caress the soft, pink skin. The swirling motion almost sends me tumbling out of control in seconds. My body arches from the mattress as my hands reach out to grab anything to steady myself, anything to keep me from flying off the bed. They settle on the white sheets of our shared bed, the fabric being taken in harshly.

His lips pull away for a brief moment and though I can't seem to look at him I have a feeling he's taken a moment just to take a peek at my face. His hot breath fans over my skin, making my legs jerk. The feeling is torture, pure and utter torture.

He lips return to the area with them nipping lightly at my skin as his curls tickle my bare legs. He begins to the suck at the skin there, making the whine that leaves my lips audible for kilometers. 

With little warning his tongue presses flat to the bundle of nerves. My hands release the sheets, only to tangle in Harry's long curls, tugging at them as if it'll somehow help. The small strokes of his tongue has me nearing my edge already, that and the undeniable sexual desire of a pregnant woman. I feel his fingers tickle the skin of my lower abdomen before they too disappear to apply pressure to the area above where his tongue lies.

"Harry! I'm not, I can't, I won't-" My words are cut short by an whimper and a cry from my own lips.

I gain enough self-reassurance to bring my eyes from the ceiling to the man lying between my legs. At first I know I'm done for. Watching him work me like this makes my first orgasm with Harry seem like it were my absolutely first time doing anything remotely sexual. I actually think I lasted longer my first time than I did that night.

I hold on just long enough to meet eye contact with my love before releasing my pleasure with Harry's name slipping from my lips.

"Thinking about me?"

I nearly jump from my skin at the sound of Harry's voice at the edge of the room. It's not like I adore having someone interrupt me whilst I think back to the dirty things that were done on this bed in the wee hours of the morning. Thank God I'm not doing more that just thinking back to the actions.

My eyes shift to the incredibly sexy man at the edge of the room and immediately I feel the need to have a repeat of last night. The man is thankfully courteous enough to put boxer briefs on, but not courteous enough to hide his perfect body away from his incredibly hormonal girlfriend.

"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't." I reply, deciding to play coy at... half eleven in the morning. "Shit, why didn't you wake me?" I screech, jumping out of bed and quickly making my way to the shared wardrobe. We were due at work nearly four hours ago. I really don't care if we were busy getting it on in the early hours of the morning; we needed to be at work. We've already missed too many days as is.

"You're not going anywhere." Harry's husky voice echoes into my ear as his hands slide around my body, pulling me flush against him. In my time of desperation to get ready for the day I completely forgot to cover myself before jumping from the sheets. "And I don't just mean that because you're very much naked."

"Harry, we've got work." I remind him as I remind myself that just because I let Harry do something for me last night that I haven't done since university does not mean that I will turn into a sex crazed character in a bloody porno novel. I cannot surround myself with sexual acts, even if the feeling is very much pleasurable and probably good for the pregnancy.

"About that-" Harry begins as I reach for a blanket to tug around my body. I turn towards harry to see him, biting his lip and leaning up against the wardrobe cupboards. He grins lightly at me, but not in a happy way, it's more like a "please don't kill me once I tell you what I know" way.

"What about work?" I question, having this gut feeling that I won't want to know what's to come next.

"Um, I may or may not have just received a call about needing to be in Sydney ASAP. I also may or may not have already booked my flight and began packing whilst you were asleep." He mumbles, motioning towards the door, where a neat suitcase sits packed by the wall. I swallow hard as my eyes dart the room, anywhere other than the man standing to my left.


Of all the words in the English language, OH was the only bloody one you could think of?

"Shay, I really don't want to leave you, but I also can't really take you with me. I really, really want to, believe me, but I don't think it's a good idea." I lick my dry lips and listen as Harry continues. "I researched it and yes you can travel up until around thirty six weeks pregnant, but I don't feel that comfortable with it." I stay silent and sit on the edge of the bed whilst Harry continues his speech.

"It's an international flight and you're already stressed as is with work and the paps being on our case. I think it's a risk, and it's a risk I'm not willing for you or the baby to take. I even called Dr. Surrey earlier and she agrees with me saying that in your state of anxiety with the pregnancy is not to be mixed with international travel."

"Guess this means our babymoon is out of the picture."

"Just by air travel, my love."

Harry's got a great point here and I don't see how I can argue my way into him changing it. I am a very stressed individual and flying happens to make me stress, especially when Harry takes his sweet slow time getting to and from destinations. I'd be better off staying here, in London, where the only travel I require is to drive to work.

"What if something happens whilst you're away? Huh? You'll be away for at least two days because of the time it takes to travel, and I assume you'll be in Australia for around three or four days. That's almost a week without you by my side. I can't even go to work by myself, what makes you think I can stay here in London for a week without you?"

The thought of being without Harry by my side for a week has my heart racing. I know it's not healthy to be this attached, or dependent, on a person but I can't help it. Harry's been with me through it all, the ups and downs included. Without him by my side I can't help but think something will go seriously, seriously wrong.

"Baby, look at me." Harry kneels before me and lifts my chin using his thumb. My eyes meet his emerald one's only to see that they're not shining as brightly as they normally do when we're around each other. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise. I'm going for five days and that's it. My colleagues obviously know about the state that you're in with your pregnancy so they know that I don't want to be away from you. It's just a quick trip."

"I know that, I just-"

"You haven't let me finish, love." I purse my lips and wait for Harry to continue. I have a habit of interrupting before he's finished... speaking that is. "The first person I called after I got off the phone with Australia was Louis. I spoke with him about me having to leave you on your own for a couple days, not that I don't think you can't handle it He'll be staying with you whilst I'm away."


"Yeah, of course. There's no way in hell I'm going to be leaving you here all on your own. You won't go into work because you can work from right here, in my office if you want. Louis will make sure you and our baby girl stay safe, healthy, well rested, and fed. Plus, it'll give the two of you more time to get to know each other."

I trust Louis much like I trust Harry, but just a tad less. He's a great lad, and hilarious, so I've no problem with him staying with me. Plus, it would be nice to get to know Louis on a more personal level. I know that he's been Harry's friend since forever, that he's slept with Gemma's roommate, and that he enjoys a good party, but other than that I'm basically clueless.

"Are you sure Louis is completely okay with this? Babysitting a twenty-two year old?"

I wonder if Harry's just ordered his friend into staying with me or if Louis willingly offered up his time to stay with me. Either way I don't think Harry gave him much of a choice.

"Yes, I'm sure-"

Harry's words are cut off by the sound of our doorbell ringing downstairs. I lick my dry lips and look to Harry, who is still kneeling in between my legs, a pout coming to my lips.

"Would that be him?"

Louis and his shite timing.

"It would, so I suggest you get dressed my love." I pout playfully, hoping the playfulness with lighten the mood between us. "Wouldn't want him to see you in the way only I can see you."

"Awe, but I wanted to stay naked all day." I say, loosening my grip on the blanket wrapped around my person.

I watch as Harry visibly gulps before pulling himself together and standing. A proud smile comes to my lips at the discomfort that my words bring to him. Most days Harry's the one causing me embarrassment with his words and sexual actions. Today it's my turn.

"When I get back you can lounge around in the nude all you want." He promises with a smirk. Harry begins to make his way towards the door once he's helped me from the edge of the bed, but I call after him before he can make his great escape.

"Oh Harry," he spins round in his place near the door, "just know that when you get back..." I drag out my words as I grip the blanket around my nude body. I don't know where this confidence is coming from, but I quite like it. "I'll be spending my days like this," I drop the blanket to the floor and smirk, "all whilst returning the favour for last night."

"Jesus, Shay, what the fuck are you trying to do to me?" Harry utters whilst biting his pink lip harshly and making his way backwards towards the door. His eyes scan my naked body slowly, taking in every curve of my body.

"Just know that if you stayed home you could join me in the shower."

If he's going to leave me for five days without any sort of contact (sexual or not) then I should have permission to torture him whilst he's here.

"Fuck, Shay I'm going to get a boner if you don't stop."

"Stop what?"


"There she is!"

As soon as my feet hit the hardwood floor of the downstairs level, all eyes are on me. Louis is sitting at the table, having a cup of steaming tea whilst Harry leans back against the counter to his left. They both look genuinely grand for a day of travel and lounging around the house.

Harry's wearing dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and has a dark blazer slung over his shoulders. His tie is lying on the counter with his phone, wallet, and keys. I know how much he hates wearing a tie. Louis, on the other hand, is wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans, similar to the one's Harry wears, and a black t-shirt with some band logo on the front. He looks as if he hasn't shaved in a few days either, which is odd for a businessman on a Thursday.

"Morning Louis." I greet as he stands to his feet. I meet him in the middle of the floor and wrap my arms around the man, hugging him tightly. He leaves a swift kiss to the side of my head before pulling away and looking down at my baby bump.

I decided to wear a tighter fitting shirt today that showed off the bump, but only for my eyes as well as the eyes of Harry and his friend. I wanted Harry to see what he'd be missing whilst away.

"And how's the little peanut?" Louis asks with his hands still on my shoulders. I shrug them off and place my own hands protectively on my bump, rubbing the area softly.

"She is delightful this fine morning."

Louis' jaw drops as his head snaps in the direction of my stomach before snapping towards Harry. There's absolute joy in his eyes at the news of us having a baby girl. Miraculously, yesterday after finding out Harry didn't take to letting every person in his contacts know of the news.

"You're having a girl?" He screams happily. I nod my head, a smile breaking out across my lips. "That's amazing! Congratulations." Louis says, bringing me in for another bone crushing hug. Once he pulls away he turns his attention to Harry, where he pulls his friend in for a hug to congratulate him as well.

"Do you want to see some pictures?" I ask, walking over to where my handbag sits on the counter. Louis nods giddily before skipping over to where I'm standing before my bag. Just as Louis reaches me, the alarm on Harry's phone goes off, signaling it's time for his departure.

Harry picks it up and switches it off, awkwardly fumbling with his phone in his hands as he looks to me. I can tell just by the look on his face that he doesn't want to go. I've lost the smile on my lips as well, now it's replaced with a sad frown.

"Gotta go mate?" Louis questions, standing by my side.

"Yep." Harry mutters, reaching his hand out for me after he's stuffed his things away in his pocket. I take his hand and grip it tight as the three of us walk towards the front door. I keep my eyes trained on the ground as we walk, the only comfort I seek in this moment the squeeze that Harry gives my hand.

"Have a safe trip." Louis says, bringing Harry in for a hug. Harry keeps his hand wrapped around mine during the hug, my eyes staring intently at our joined hands.

I absolutely hate this feeling. It's the feeling of loneliness slowly creeping in, slowly taking over all of my senses. I'm treating this as if Harry's never coming back to us, though I know he is. My brain just can't seem to shake that this separation will only be temporary.

"Shay?" I snap my head up to Harry to see that the two men have stopped their conversation and are both staring down at me. I clear my throat, hoping that when I speak I won't sound like I'm on the verge of tears. I don't want to cry in front of Louis, or Harry really.

"Louis, could you give us a minute?" I ask. Louis sends me a soft smile before retreating back into the kitchen around the corner. I sigh heavily and look up at Harry as I slide the tie out from his free hand. "I have to have my man looking ace for the paps at the airport." There's no doubt in my mind that the paparazzi will be at the airport. They're everywhere now in days.

"You okay?" I nod at his question, feeling too weak inside to verbally answer him. I just need to focus on tying his tie at the moment. "Shay, I know you're not-"

"Then why did you ask?"

"Because that's what good boyfriends do, they ask if their girl is doing okay." He replies, bringing a soft smile to my lips.

"You'd be a good boyfriend without the question." I answer with a sly smirk. I bring my eyes up to meet Harry's once I've finished with his tie and place my hands on his broad shoulders. In this moment I no longer look like the worried one in this relationship, Harry does. His features are painted with worry. "Don't worry, hon, we'll be okay with Louis."

"I know you will. Am just going to miss you too much." I sigh heavily, the feeling of tears becoming all too real.

"Five days." I clarify, a tear dripping down my cheek. I wipe it quickly so Harry doesn't have to do so and take a deep breath.

"Five days, I'll be back on the thirteenth." He agrees, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me so we're flush against each other.

His tender lips leave a soft kiss to my lips as his hand brushes against my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into the kiss, my hands taking place on his strong chest. The feeling of his lips on mine surfaces the butterflies in my stomach, causing me to shutter.

We kiss in the doorway for a few more seconds before the sound of Harry's driver honking splits us.

"Don't forget about us." I warn with a small smile. Harry chuckles lightly and picks up his suitcase. He kisses me once more before muttering a, never, against my lips. I smile as he stands tall and starts out the door towards the black car across the street. "I love you!" I shout to him, leaning against the doorway with my hands resting on my stomach. Harry turns and looks to me with a large smile on his lips.

"I love you too!" He shouts back as Dave takes his suitcase from his hands.

"I love you as well!" Louis' voice appears from nowhere.

"Jesus!" I scream, placing my hand over my heart. I had no idea Louis had joined the picture until his voice sounded from right beside me. "What is your problem? You can't just sneak up on a pregnant woman like that! I could go into early labour!" I scold with a soft smack on the upper arm.

"Lou, don't scare her!" Harry shouts. I smirk at my boyfriend before looking to Louis, who lowly apologizes before wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "And I love you too, I guess." I giggle at the exchange and watch as Harry climbs into the backseat of the car.

He rolls down the window as Dave gets into the driver's seat and blows me a kiss before mouthing another I Love You. I mouth the words back to him as he sits back in his seat and says something to Dave.

And like that the car begins to pull away, taking my heart along with it. I watch the vehicle disappear around the corner before letting out a broken breath. These five days are going to be absolute hell, at least they will be if I pout the whole time. But that's why I've got Louis.

"So the ultrasound pictures, eh?"

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