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.*

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32. ✗ thirty-one ✗

SHAY

20 June

"Leaving so soon?" I ask, pulling my oversized jumper tighter around my body as I lean up against the wall near the front door. I've been up since early and Gemma's kept me company for a least a bit of it before packing her bag to leave for London. Gemma nods her head before loading her bag into Anne's car and running back towards the front door in hopes to make it back dry.

The skies opened up early this morning, the thunder and lightning keeping me up since around five fourty-five. To be fair Harry and I were already up. I spent most that time hunched in front of the toilet, emptying my stomach whilst Harry sat on the side of the tub, holding my hair from my face and rubbing my back. It was a lovely affair.

"Yeah, the train leaves in like thirty." Gemma explains, hopping into the house from the cool droplets of water. Her hair is already drenched and if it weren't for the raincoat that hangs on her shoulders, her clothes would be drenched too. "How are you feeling by the way?"

After ten minutes of constant vomiting and Harry beginning to worry that something was seriously wrong, Gemma had stumbled to the bathroom in which she was also sharing with us. She basically started freaking out and we had to explain to her that I get very, very sick when my period comes. She bought it after I assured her three times over; at least I think she bought it.

"I'm feeling much better." I say truthfully.

Shortly after that fiasco, Harry and I went back to the room where he laid with me, feeding me crackers and some water. I ended up watching some reality television show on mute whilst Harry fell back to sleep. Then I took a book with me to the living room and caught up on some me time as I watched the rain fall heavily from the dark skies. "I took some of my anti-nausea medication and I'm all good." Gemma nods and glances outside where Anne sits in the car, flipping through something on her phone. "I'll go get Harry."

"Thanks."

I quickly run upstairs and down the hall to where Harry is still, probably, sleeping. I knock once on the door before pulling it open to reveal Harry lying in bed with his eyes half open. He doesn't notice me standing in the doorway as he begins to feel around in bed and look about.

"Looking for me?" I question, smiling warmly at him. His eyes snap up to meet mine and my smile grows on his sleepy face. He looks so adorable when he's half asleep, like a cupcake... Mmmm, I want a cupcake.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He asks, pulling himself up before resting back against the headboard of the bed. He rubs his eyes with his hands, trying to rid them of sleep. "Did you get sick again?" I shake my head and come into the room and over to his side of the bed before sitting down on the mattress.

"Nah, I never went back to bed." I push some of my messy hair over my ear to keep it out of my face before leaning over and pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek.

"You didn't go back to bed?" I shake my head. "You should've woken me up; I would have stayed awake with you."

"Awe, as sweet as that is, no. We're going to need all the sleep we can get before the baby gets here in like seven months." I remind him. "Might as well start practicing now." I joke, as Harry tangles his large hand in my hair, pushing it out of my face. "Your sister is getting ready to leave, so you should say goodbye."

"Okay." Harry smiles over at me for a few seconds, just letting his half open eyes roam my face. I get flushed whenever he looks at me like this, just staring and, presumably, thinking.

"What?" He just shrugs and shakes his head before pulling my body onto his lap.

"Nothing, you just look beautiful." I roll my eyes and take a glance down at my outfit. Pajama pants, a loose t-shirt, an oversized jumper, and fuzzy socks, not to mention my face is clear of makeup and messy hair for days; he must be blind. "I'm not lying."

"Prove it to me." I challenge, forgetting momentarily that Gemma is waiting on us. Harry smirks before leaning forward. My eyes flutter closed as I await the kiss, but it never comes. Instead, Harry's lips near my ear, his hot breath on my skin giving me chills.

"Wouldn't want you to be too flustered when we go downstairs." I roll my eyes and smack his chest with the back of my hand whilst I get up off his lap and stretch. "That doesn't mean I don't want a good morning kiss." He whines, dropping his arms into his lap.

"Brush your teeth first."

"I don't care." I chuckle and shake my head, motioning towards the door.

"I do."

"Fine." He grumbles, standing on his two feet where he ends up towering over me. He stomps off towards the door, pinching my bum as he walks past me causing a squeal to leave my lips. I follow him to the bathroom and lean against the doorframe, just watching him brush his teeth.

I find it odd that everything he does is so fascinating to me, even him brushing his teeth. Maybe it's my crazed pregnancy hormones or maybe I'm just crazy, but I enjoy watching him. It's also a bit creepy, I suppose. I just like looking at his beauty and taking it all in. His hair maybe be a mess on his head, half pulled out of the bun he put in earlier, but he's still as beautiful, if not more. I enjoy watching his bare back tense as he moves his arm to move the brush about in his mouth. Just watching his muscles flex lightly gets me going.

"I'm going to piss." Harry announces after his mouth is clear of toothpaste.

"I'll go wait downstairs with Gemma for my kiss then." I say, pushing myself from the doorframe.

"I didn't say you had to leave." I peer over my shoulder at him, to see his face poking out of the bathroom doorway. I shake my head and send him a scowl.

"You're gross."

"But you love me!" He sing-songs before closing the door. A blush creeps upon my cheeks as butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I still cannot get the events of yesterday out of my head, mostly the words expressed between Harry and I on the streets of Holmes Chapel. My stomach does flips whenever I think about it, and it's constantly on my mind so my stomach is constantly flipping. I love the way it rolls off his tongue in a raspy and deep tone, it's like music to my ears. I could listen to him say those three words to me all day, everyday.

"He'll be down in a moment." I tell Gemma as I skip down the last few steps. She peers over at me from her phone, a smirk taking over her lips. I stare back at her after glancing out the open front door at the rainfall. I narrow my eyes at her, wondering what her deal is as she just continues to stare back at me with that damn smirk. I swear she's the female version of Harry, only she doesn't make back jokes." What's that look for?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." She says as her eyes fall to the open door. "Your face says it all." I raise my hands to my burning cheeks, wondering how red they are.

Am I seriously this flustered just because Harry knows I love him and vice versa?

"Well, I don't know what you're talking about." I counter, crossing my arms over my chest and placing a smug look on my face. Gemma giggles and rolls her eyes, outstretching her arms and taking me in a hug.

It's so weird. We have only known each other for around two days and we're already like best friends. She's got my back and I'll have her's. She helps me pick out clothes and goes to the salon with me. We joke about things we find funny, like Harry. I kind of find myself wishing that I could tell her that I'm pregnant so that I don't have to keep lying to her. But I don't want to make a fuss of it and have to explain the whole story. I just can't today.

"Gemma!" Harry announces as he hops down the steps coolly. She groans playfully as she pulls from the hug she gathered me in and smirks over at me, rolling her eyes at her brother. I giggle lightly as he comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her, hugging her tightly. "I'm going to miss you so much!" He jokingly whines loudly, pretending to cry.

"Can't breathe!" She hisses out as he picks her up and places her back down on her feet. He lets her go and allows her to turn around and properly hug him. I smile to myself at their relationship, wishing I had a brother or sister. "You take care of my new friend here." Gemma says, pulling away from Harry after planting a kiss on his cheek.

"As always." He says, sending me a wink. Gemma sighs and turns back to me, giving me another hug.

"I will text you about finding a dress for the banquet sometime in the next week or so." She promises, placing a kiss on my cheek as well before separating us.

"Sounds good." I say as Harry steps towards me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling my side into his. I rest my head against his shoulder as we both watch Gemma back out towards the door.

"Love you Harry."

"Love you too. Safe travels." She waves to us both before sprinting out into the rain and getting in the car as quickly as possible.

Anne smiles to both Harry and I as she backs out of the drive. They both wave once they're on the main road before disappearing out of sight. Harry reaches forward and closes the door with one swing of the arm as I turn in his embrace so that my face is pressed against his bare chest.

"Can I have that kiss now?" I giggle and pull my face from its hiding place.

Harry leans down, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my body into his as his lips make contact with mine. His lips taste like mint toothpaste as we kiss lightly before I pry our faces apart.

"That's all you get for now." Harry pouts like a child and keeps his arms wrapped around my waist. "It's nearly nine and if you ever want to take me around Holmes Chapel then I have to get ready now. You know how long it takes me." Harry still doesn't let me go, just starts swaying us slowly back and forth, whilst thinking.

"But it's raining, what if we stayed in and cuddled all day." He suggests in a low whisper, lowering his face so that his lips brush against mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

As pleasant and as fun as that plan sounds, I really do want to see where he grew up. I want to see the bakery he once worked in. I want to see where he used to go to school. I want to see everything. I know what he's doing and I'm not going to fall for it today.

"No. I want to go out, so we're going out." I conclude with a large smile, pulling my lips back from his to deny a kiss.

"Bossy," He murmurs, "I like that." He winks and I feel my cheeks blush. "Alright, we'll go out." He says, pecking my lips once more before untangling his arms from around my waist. I thank him with a pat on his chest as I pass him towards the stairs. "But if you're in that shower for longer than ten minutes I will come in there and grab you. Naked or not." He threatens, causing the butterflies in my stomach to erupt and my cheeks to flush.

He's never seen me naked before, which causes a nervous feeling to flutter throughout my body. Actually, not a lot have people have seen me naked before. I barely even like going out in a bikini, let alone going full nude in front of someone. The day he see's me naked is the day that I've concluding I'm going to be with him for the rest of my life. Until then, my nude body is for my eyes only.

"I'll lock the door."

"Awe, you take the fun out of everything." I shrug and turn, continuing to walk.

"Too bad." I call over my shoulder.

I make it all the way to the top of the stairs before Harry begins to talk again.

"Your ass looks amazing by the way."

My cheeks blush heavily as I turn and stare down at the man that I love so dearly. He's smirking up at me and sending me a wink. I shake my head and hope that Robin is not within listening range. Actually I saw him leave earlier, around seven, so maybe he's at work. "I love you." He adds with a cheeky grin, acting as if he had not just commented on my ass only seconds prior.

"I love you too."

&&&

"Hurry!" Harry shouts, gripping my hand in his as we dart from his Range Rover in the pouring rain.

He's holding me close to his body in hopes of shielding me from the water that falls, but I don't think he's doing a very good job. We make it to the overhang that covers the walkway in front of the building I had been begging Harry to take to all day.

We'd been by his school and by the park he used to play at as a kid. He wanted to be ultra romantic and push me on the swings, but the weather is not permitting fun in the sun. Plus, Harry doesn't want me getting sick so he's not allowing me outside for more than thirty seconds at the most.

Harry had driven me all around town, showing me special spots from his past, like the house his family used to live in before his parents divorced. I could tell that the subject was sore just from the look he used when staring at the old home.

We'd also been by a couple more shoppes, where Harry refused to let me leave without buying me something. I put up a hell of a fight, but in the end Harry always won. Go figure.

And now we're here, the place that I've been hounding Harry about ever since we left his home this morning. He shrugged it off the first time, saying we'd get to it if we had time, which was code for let's drag this day out as long as possible so we don't have to go.

The second time I asked, I pulled out all the stops. I brought out the puppy dog eyes and the pouty lip as well as coaxing him using, "but the baby wants to see the bakery you used to work at"; in the end that had been the winning statement.

"I haven't been back here in years." He says through a sigh as he glances at the sign beside the wooden door. I squeeze his hand and smile largely before stepping forward and pulling the door open, dragging Harry in with me.

The bell above the door chimes, signaling our arrival and the three people in the front of the shoppe look up to welcome us with large smiles. There's only one other lady in the bakery shopping, the rest are workers.

"Hello! Welcome-" The cheery woman's voice is stopped short when her eyes meet the man standing slightly behind me, "Harry is that you?" The old woman questions, stepping around the counter with her maroon apron slung around her body. It's got a bit of flour on it, but I guess that's what you get when you make sweets and bread.

"Hey Cindy!" He greets, sliding his hand immediately out of mine and passing me to run to the woman. I giggle at the sight, finding it funny that he didn't want to come here in the first place. Perhaps he was just embarrassed before. The old woman snakes her arms around Harry's waist as he leans down and pecks her cheek softly before hugging her tightly back.

"Harry Styles, well my God." Another older woman exclaims, coming around the counter to take Harry into her embrace once Cindy had finally released him. He greets her the same as Cindy, calling her Martha. The lady hugs him tight her hands lowering until she's pinching his bum, which causes me to burst out in laughter and Harry to squeak in shock for a minute before laughing himself.

"I see nothing has changed." He mutters, pulling away from Martha. He glances back at me before nodding his head to the man leaning against the doorframe that led to the back of the bakery. "Hello Sam." Harry crosses the barrier of the counters and goes over to the man, shaking his hand before they both hug.

"My, my, my it's been ages since we've seen you last." Cindy says, joining Martha near the counters as they look to Harry.

"Young Harry Styles. We surely didn't think we'd every see you again!" The man, Sam, says as the two pull apart. Harry just simply shrugs and leans back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. I have a feeling if it weren't for me what Sam said might be true.

The four begin conversing as the woman in the shoppe just shakes her head and leaves with her full bags. I stand awkwardly in the center of the shoppe, seeming to be forgotten. Though I don't mind being completely forgotten, I do clear my throat gaining everyone's attention.

Harry seems to notice that I'm just standing here and he quickly hops around the counter to join me at my side. He wraps his arm around me, pulling my side into his as his hand rests on my hip. 

"Shay, this is Martha, Cindy, and Sam, I obviously used to work with them when I was younger." I nod my head to them, sending them all a warm smile. "Guys, this is my girlfriend Shay Nichols." Harry introduces me and it's as if I'm the Queen of England. Cindy and Martha both gasp before cheering lightly.

"It's lovely to meet you, dear." Cindy says, coming over and pulling me from Harry's grasp.

She wraps her frail arms around me and hugs me tightly, like a grandmother would. Both sets of my grandparents are dead so I'm not used to this kind of affection from the elderly. It feels nice. She releases me and Harry is back to my side.

"Shay, this is Martha. She used to, and I guess still does, like to squeeze my bum." He chuckles and scratches the back of his head leisurely. Martha takes a step forward and takes both of my hands.

"Well, let me get a look at you." She announces, holding me at arm's length and eyeing me up and down. I feel like I'm being judged for a beauty contest. I look back at Harry, who simply shrugs. "Beautiful. Harry you've picked a good one." Harry sighs as if her judgment would make or break us.

"Martha." Harry warns lightly, she shushes him and shakes her head.

"Well someone has to look out for you, my love." She turns her attention back to me. "He's never brought another girl here so you must be pretty special." I smile at her and peer over my shoulder at Harry, who's just shrugging his shoulders lightly. That must have been why he was so nervous earlier.

"Well, Harry's someone pretty special to me."

"How long have the two of you been together?" I look to Harry, hoping he'll answer for me.

"We've known each out for around four years, we've only been dating around two or three months though." I nod my head in agreement, although it seems as if we've been together a lot longer. "I feel as if we've been dating longer." Harry says sincerely, as if he's reading my mind.

I don't have much time to relish on the thought of Harry and I being together for a lot longer before Martha claps her hands and goes behind the counter, with my hand in hers. I'm dragged along with her until we're standing behind the sweets. My mouth begins to water at the sight of them, especially the frosted cupcake sitting on the top shelf. I've been craving a damn cupcake ever since I woke Harry up this morning.

Harry struts over to the other side of the counter so he's standing on the other side of the glass, acting as if he doesn't notice anybody standing on the other side. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and begins eyeing the treats in front of me.

"Hmmm, what looks good?" He ponders to himself. I look to Martha to see her simply smiling at the two of us. Harry's eyes continue to scan the sweets before they scan up my body and meet my eyes. "Ah-ha." He exclaims. I roll my eyes, blushing furiously as the others watch us interact.

As soon as my eyes meet Harry again, it's like we're alone, no one else is watching us with a close eye.

"Find anything you like?" I ask him.

"Definitely."

"Always such a charming young man." Cindy says, joining my other side. She grabs my left hand and holds it up. "There should be a ring on this finger." I gasp at her bluntness and gaze over to Harry, whose eyes are trained on my left hand. I can't read the emotion on his face at all, but you could say that I'm blushing crazily as I slide my hand from her's.

"Cindy, you heard the man. They've only been together for a few months." Cindy huffs at Sam and shakes her head, looking between Harry and I.

"They're young and they're in love, I can sense it." I peer over at Harry, whose gaze has been torn from my hand and is now looking shyly up at my face. I don't know what he's thinking at the moment, but I can see the wheels turning in his head. Cindy looks between Harry and I, leaning against the counter between us. "You both are in love, correct?"

"Yes." Harry and I say in unison. Cindy smirks at us and I feel my cheeks burning crimson.

"You cannot blame me for assuming." She shrugs and leaves, going to the back room, leaving a certain tension in the air. Martha chuckles from my other side, wrapping her arm around me.

"Ignore her, the old bat. She's loosing her marbles these days." Martha turns her attention to the sweets between us and sighs loudly. "Alright, pick a treat and then we'll be catching up, the three of us." She says, giving Harry and I a wink. I gulp lightly, pointing to the cupcake before looking across the counter at Harry. He's no longer looking to me, but staring out the window at the rain falling.

Maybe coming here was a mistake. Perhaps this is why Harry was so uncomfortable before and I just had to push it. Great. 

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