Spider Woman Part 4

Spider Woman Part 4

Word Count: 2240

Part 3

Masterlist

“YN/! This way!”

“To your left!”

“Y/Nl!”

“Yes!”

“Perfect!”

I smiled as I walked down the carpet, the heels I was wearing making my walk a little difficult.

I was downed in a black, tight mermaid style dress by Dolce and Gabbana. The dress was form fitting till my knees where about three inches of fabric spread out loosely. The whole dress being covered in floral black lace. My shoes, which were ridiculously expensive were by Giuseppe Zanotti Sophie. I held my Jimmy Choo clutch close seeing as it not only held my phone but my tampons, which I unfortunately needed on this night. Luckily I was wearing black.

A warm hand pressed to back and I looked to my side to see Harry staring at the void of lights flashing at us, his face emotionless. He was dressed in this probably expensive navy blue Gucci suit that had golden tigers on it. His Gucci loafers looking incredibly comfortable in comparison to my heels at the moment.

“How do you get used to it?” I asked as I blinked a little bit harder to try to get rid of the sudden burning in my eyes.

“You don’t.” He said and as he looked to me.

“Awesome.” I spat sarcastically, looking over at him to see the first showing of a smile on his face after hearing my response.

We slowly walked over to where Tom and Robert were standing so the four of us could have our picture taken together.

“Overwhelmed?” Robert asked me and I smiled.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” I laughed and he smiled his hand settling on my back just above Harry’s. Harry was to my left, Robert to my right and Tom next to him.

“Just remember to breath, for some reason it seems to be the one thing we all forget.” Robert said, making me quickly realize that I hadn’t done just that since I stepped onto the carpet.

“Thanks, needed that.” I said and he nodded.

“Also drinking, drinking helps.” To. said and I let out a loud laugh, almost doubling over. The crowd of paps watching all bursting into laughter with me.

“Fuck.” I said and Harry smiled.

“Someone watch her.” Harry joked and I pushed his shoulder playfully.

“Please if anyone needs a babysitter it’s Tom, we should all be lucky he didn’t accidentally leak the whole movie script.” I joked and he turned to me with his mouth dropped.

“Once, one time I accidently posted a snap of you and Harry shooting your kissing scene to my story and I’m never left alone.” Tom defended and I smiled.

“Yeah except that wasn’t the only time, it was the fourth.” I said and he rolled his eyes, scoffing playfully.

“The fans are calling it Tom Fucking Up: The Saga.” Harry chimed in from beside me.

“Are they really?” Tom asked and we laughed, Robert clapping his hand on his shoulder before the three of us walked off to our individual interviews, leaving Tom gasping at us.

“Hi Y/N, my name is Claudia Hammervile with Red Carpet Daily and we would like to start off by asking you what this movie is going to bring that will change the marvel universe seeing as every movie always plays an impact?” The women asked then thrusting her phone into my face. It wasn’t aggressive or anything just very quick, I wasn’t expecting her to jump into this so fast.

“Well, I think the Avengers themselves are going to be slightly frustrated as they are now working with a hero who doesn’t want to be a hero. Not to mention the return of HYDRA, which they had previously thought to have been extinct after Captain America; The Winter Soldier. This movie introduces two new villians, one which may have a devastating effect on the world as they know it.” I answered and she nodded.

“What was the biggest challenge with taking on this role?” She asked and I nodded.

“Umm, well the workout regime wasn’t fun. Being in spandex just outlines every little nook and cranny of your body and I’ll tell you I actually slept in the gym once. Like I went, worked out practically the whole day and then took a nap in the locker room. It was honestly sad.” I said and she laughed and let out a little “Oh no!” as a joke.

I continued, “I also had some difficulty getting into my character. Jessica and I aren’t very alike in the fact that she’s very cold, and calculated. Nothing she does is without cause. She doesn’t go for a walk in the park just because it’s a nice day like I would but if she was to walk in the park it would be for some unknown reason. It’s just difficult to not smile. Every time Tony Stark would make a joke I would crack up and then realize, wait Jessica never laughs.” I said and she smiled. “But once I tapped into my inner Jessica that I think everyone has it was a piece of cake.” I said and she nodded.

“What can people expect when it comes to Jessica’s relationship with John, the trailer didn’t touch too much on that?” She asked and I smiled.

“Well that’s because it’s supposed to be a surprise.” I said and she laughed.

“Ohhh come on! Give us something!” She begged and I laughed.

“Ok ok!” I joked. “All I can say is that Jessica and John's relationship is as cute as a button.” I said, clearly referencing Harry’s old music video character Marcel.

“How long did it take you to think of that one?” Harry asked quickly as he walked by. I laughed and loudly yelled to him “The whole ride here!”

“I love the relationship you two have? Can we expect sparks to fly from the screen to real life?” She asked and I smiled.

“No, Harry’s too much of a dork for me.” I said before our time was cut short and it was time for me to go into the theatre.

Once I walked inside I was lead to my seat. The theater was large, with two sections, the floor section for the cast, crew, family and friends, and the mezzanine section for the lucky members of the public who got seats and for critics. The floor section was spit in half with a hall in the middle. I was sat on the floor, the right half of the theater, four seats into the row. To my left was my mom, next her my younger sister and my dad next to her. My dad stood up and hugged me was I walked over. He was wearing a boring black suit which he clearly rented as I know he doesn't own a suit.

“This is amazing Rachel, I’m so proud of you.” He said as he squeezed me in his arms.

“Thanks Dad. Also let me guess, you rented that tux two days ago?” I joked and he smiled.

“Three but nice try.” He said and I smiled.

“You do realize I signed a three movie contract right? And that doesn’t count the Avengers movies and the other individual ones I’ll be in right? You should probably just buy a suit.” He said and he smiled.

“Yeah I probably should.” He said as my sister stuck her head around to see me.

“This kind of rocks. I saw just saw Iron Man walk by, Iron Man Rachel.” She said and I laughed. She was wearing a electric blue dress that came to about mid thigh, the straps crossed across her chest from her waist and had a triangle cut out on her upper stomach. She wore white heels that had one white ‘x’ going across her toes and another white ‘x’ across her ankles made with the straps from the heels. Her bag was a large, white backpack style bag that probably held her camera and phone.

“Yeah, he’s in the movie.” I said sarcastically and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah but I didn’t think I would see him.” She said and I shook my head as I moved passed her and over my mom to get to my seat.

Once I sat down my mom took my hand in hers. She was wearing a knee length form fitting black dress. The dress came up to her neck and was sleeveless. The fabric was a sheer black lace that had horizontal zig-zag designs going across it down till the knees where it flared out slightly like my dress. She was wearing black heels that had one black strap across the toe and one around her ankle. Unlike me and my sister she didn’t have a bag, she must have put all her things in with my sisters.

“I can’t tell you how proud I am of you, you were so hard on yourself when you were growing up. I know that I probably didn’t make that any easier as I was always on your case about losing weight but I always believed you were destined for big things. And here we are, I was right!” She joked and I laughed. “Call it moms intuition.” She said and I smiled, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“Love you mom, thanks for always being there for me.” I said and she smiled, squeezing my hand in recognition.

I felt a tap on my shoulder from my right and I looked over to see Harry and his mom and sister sitting down beside me.

“You think we have to say anything? I’ve only ever done this once before but I got out of it because it was only Chris and Finn that had to talk. But like now it’s Patty and you and possibly me. Also I didn’t prepare anything. Did you?” Harry rushed as he sat down. I looked over at his mom and she was rolling her eyes at her son's antics.

“No one told me I would have to say anything. So I’m assuming I’m not. Don’t worry though, if they ask us to speak you do the same as always. Thank your family, you literally wouldn’t be where you are without them, thank the cast and crew for the helpful tips and for making the film the best it could possibly be, thank the director for being the creative mastermind behind everything and knowing exactly how to make everything perfect, and last thank the fans for doing what they would do, they’re the best fans in the world and without them constantly asking questions and asking for more we wouldn’t be able to answer them in the best way we know possible, through the films we make. See, easy.” I said and he nodded. It was the normal thank you speech. What everyone says when they get up in front of the crowd. Not that it all wasn’t true. The cast is amazing, always there to help me when I was confused about literally anything. And crew did an amazing job on the movie. Literally without them we wouldn’t be sitting in this theater. Family is always on the list to thank, they either motivated you by pushing you and helping you become the best you could be or they motivated you by not believing in you. Either way you always thank the family. And you can never forget the fans. Seeing as they are not only the ones who help us get a paycheck but without them constantly wanting more we wouldn’t be able to do what we love.

Before the movie started Patty, our director, got up and gave a speech thanking everyone for coming out. She said how happy she was to work on another superhero movie even though her last movie was for D.C.’s Wonder Woman. She thanked the crew, giving little shout out’s where it was needed. She thanked Tom Holland for being the set prankster, always managing to put a smile on everyone's faces. She thanked Robert Downey Jr. for being our marvel veteran. She thanked Harry for somehow always managing to fall in every scene we shot. And then she thanked me, acknowledging that everyone thought it was a bad idea to cast someone so new to industry in such a big film but ultimately thinking it was the best decision she could have made, and also thanking me for all the creative thought I provided during the filming.

It was my idea to make Jessica Drew bisexual, and to not bi-erase her. When Harry’s character is first seen it because he is woken up from Jessica drunkenly stumbling through the hall of their apartment building with her female one night stand.

After she sat down, the lights dimmed and the movie started. Of course it took an extra few minutes to get my mom and sister to stop drooling over not only Harry but also Tom who was sitting in front of us. Both of them were eating up the attention like stuffed animals. Of course both knew they were off limits. My mom is an angel and my sister is in college and way too young to be with either of them. Also I don’t approve of that so no.

Half way through the movie Harry leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“By the way, I found the perfect person to set you up with.”

Punk Harry Part 18

Part 17

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Y/F/S/N= Your First Sons Name

Y/S/S/N= Your Second Sons Name

Y/D/N= Your Daughters Name

Future:

“Can I get a slushie?” Y/F/S/N asked you, pulling on the end of your cardigan as if him talking wasn’t enough to to get your attention.

“I don’t know Y/F/S/N, ask your Father.” You sighed as you continued to look through the low end mascara’s that this Target sold. You felt him scurry off and you sighed as you look to your baby, who was sitting quietly in her carseat that was set on top of the basket. You smiled at her and moved the cart back and forth to simulate a rocking pattern.

Y/D/N was like an angel. After having two rowdy boys she was a blessing in disguise. Of course that didn’t stop her from already being a pain in her brothers butts. Y/F/S/N and Y/S/S/N could not stand Y/D/N seeing as everytime they got close to her she either started screaming or yanked on their hair like her life depended on it.

Your moment of silence ended when you heard a loud wail coming from where Y/F/S/N just ran off to. You quickly turned to see him on the floor, gripping tightly to Harry’s pant leg, his body spread all over.

“But Daaaadddd! I want one!!!” He whined, a loud sob following.

“I said no, now get off the floor.” Harry scolded, only being able to lean down slightly to pick up Y/F/S/N as he was still holding Y/S/S/N in his arms.

Sometimes you were grateful that you had all your children so close in age, they would never go without friends or someone to play with, they would be close in school grades so you didn’t have to pretend to remember anything you learned, and you had loads of hand-me-downs. Y/F/S/N had just turned four and was very proud of that. He absolutely loved being able to show up almost all of his fingers when showing someone how old he was. Y/S/S/N was two and half and was just entering his terrible two’s. So you knew in a matter of minutes he was going to imitate his brother and throw some kind of fit.

It was then that you remembered about your Angel, who was still, sitting quietly in her carseat.

Bless her.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing a random mascara and pushing the cart over to your boys.

“Y/F/S/N, do you want to go home?” You asked, yanking him off the floor by his arm, gently of course you weren’t a monster.

He looked up at you, using his sleeve to wipe away his tears before he shook his head. Your heart actually almost melted when he looked at you with those big brown eyes that were stained with his tears. But you held your ground, this was parenting, you were going to do this right.

“No, but I want a slushie Mommy!” He whined a little.

“Well, you’re sure as heck not getting one with this attitude. Got that?” You asked and he nodded. “Now, dust of your clothes, apologize to your father, give me a big hug, and if you can manage to be a good boy for the rest of this shopping trip, we can get some ice cream on the way home.” You said and he looked up at you with big eyes, a smile stretching all the way across his face. He jumped up and down before leaping into you, wrapping his arms around your upper legs. You smiled as you bent down to reciprocate the hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so so so so much Mommy!” He said before turned and hugging Harry as well. You looked over at Harry who was trying to balance a squirming Y/S/S/N in his arms. After Y/F/S/N let go of him he set Y/S/S/N down.

“Hey! Y/F/S/N, hold you brothers hand while we go ok.” Harry said and Y/F/S/N nodded, grabbing his brothers hand and coming to hold onto Harry’s right hand as well. Harry then came up behind you, his left hand finding its place on your back as you continued to steer the cart that still held your daughter.

“You know in a bit Y/S/S/N is going to throw a fit too right?” Harry whispered and you let out a small laugh but nodded along anyway.

“Oh yeah, one hundred percent. Monkey see, Monkey do.” You said and he smiled.

The five of you continued to walk down the hall before you saw an aisle you unfortunetly had to grab something in.

You looked over at Harry with guilty eyes as you turned the cart into the aisle.

“Are you fucking serious?” He whispered into your ear as you plucked the pregnancy test from the shelf.

“Missed it last week.” You sighed and he groaned.

“Another baby? But we just had the last one. Like literally ten months ago!” He exclaimed and you shrugged.

“Not my fault we procreate like our lives depend on it.” You joked and he smiled before shaking his head.

“That would mean four fucking kids, that’s insane.” He said and you smiled.

“You weren’t saying that five years ago.” You said, referring to how he spun you around upon hearing the news of your first pregnancy.

“That was one, one child. Also our first, totally different. I can handle one, I can handle two, three is pushing it, but four, for fucks sake.” He said and you laughed.

“Alright Mister, let’s get this over with.” You said before pushing the cart onward.

Continuously throughout your trip you would turn around to check that your boys were still following you, which indeed they always were.

You think you may have scarred them once before. One time when you were fairly worried about some business meeting and you had turned your back for one second to pick out some new shoes and when you turned back, your three and one year old were gone. You ran around in panic for fifteen minutes and when you still couldn’t find them, you had to inform some workers around and then next thing you know the whole fucking Walmart is on lock down looking for your boys.

Keep in mind you were also like, seven months pregnant. So you were just running absolutely rampage looking for these idiots.

After another twenty minutes of looking in every nook and cranny, it turns out that they had hidden in one of those circle clothing racks and were just watching in joy as the whole fucking store panicked. Of course when they saw the look on your face they knew they were in for it and you yelled and screamed and cried for the whole way home. And then even after you got home with them you convinced Harry that it was totally normal to ground a three and one year old, which it probably isn’t but hey, you were seven months pregnant and scared.

So now, you have a slightly bad feeling that they know never to leave you sight or else shit goes down.

“You know, I used to work in a Target.” You said as you watched the boys look at the toys at the end of the aisle with Harry,

“Love, we’ve been married for five years, yes I know that.” He laughed and you smiled.

“Oh, well I did, and it sucked ass. All the higher-ups were douches and all I did for hours was put stuff away and pull things forward. I also worked in the cosmetic department which was not what I wanted it to be like. Not to mention that customers are stupid. One lady once didn’t remember what kind of foundation she was wearing. And legit argued with me for like twenty minutes because she was convinced I could identify what kind by looking at her face. She kept going no like I’m wearing it right now so which is it, like bitch I don’t fucking know oh my god.” You ranted, remembering all the times you had to show up at Target at 7:30 in the morning wearing red and khaki.

“I know love, you’ve told me this story at least three times.” He said lovingly, leaning forward to place a kiss down onto your cheek.

“EWWWWWW!” You heard from your boys and you looked to see them both covering their eyes.

“Alright, come on we need to go now!” You called and they came running forward.

You stopped by the clothing area to pick up some more shirts and pants for Y/F/S/N and you bought some shoes for Y/S/S/N, and you also got another onesie for you daughter seeing as all three of your youngins were growing faster than you could have ever imagined.

The car ride to the ice cream shop was filled with the noise of two different movies going on at the same time. The boys were separated by Y/D/N’s carseat which meant that they both had to be entertained by different things, which just so happened to be animated movies this time.

The ice cream was rather easy to get, instead of all five going in at once you had created a system where Harry and whoever was the best boy of the day goes in with a list of what everyone wants and comes back with it after.

So in the car sat you, you daughter, and Y/F/S/N as Harry and Y/S/S/N went in to get the ice cream.

You looked back to notice that he was asleep and you baby girl was just staring wide eyed at the roof of the car.

You smiled, enjoying the small moment of silence.

You could remember a day when you had none of this. When you were just a heartbroken girl, trying to live her dream of being a makeup artist.

Then, little did you know that your life changed when that freak with the tattoos kissed you suddenly.

And you wouldn’t change it one single bit.

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This is the final installment of The Punk Harry Series :(

Spider Woman Part 7

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Part 6

Sorry about not posting last week! This week is a double though!

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8 times. So far 8 times. 8 fucking times had Niall managed to get a hole in one at this damn mini-golf game. You had always liked mini-golf. Thought it was cute how literally everything was miniature. From the sets on the course to the golf club. You loved mini-golf, but you definitely weren’t very good at it.

“Ok so like when I suggested we go mini-golfing I literally just wanted an excuse for you to wrap your arms around me all cliche like.” You confessed as you go on your 9th try to get the ball in the hole. Niall smiles at you from the end of the course, leaning on his club like he had been for the last 10 minutes.

“Well love, I can do that but you’re simply too cute when you’re strugglin.” He laughs and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh just come here and help me!” You huff and he smiles as he sets his club down and comes over to help you.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and clasping the club over your hands. You could feel him take a deep breath in through his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping through your lilac sweater. You could feel his thighs pressing into your bum, he was surprisingly a lot taller than you had expected so you were tiny in comparison to him. You were also suddenly very conscious of your feet, careful that your black boots didn’t step on his blue suede vans. You were also very conscious of how hot your body was. Were you just sweaty? You didn’t think so, but what did he think? You are used to the cold New England weather, not this constant heat that clouded over California. So did you really know if you were too sweaty? No, you could only hope that maybe Niall couldn’t tell.

“Alright, so it’s a slight hill right?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face and you couldn’t help but feel the shiver run down your spine. “So there’s this little technique I used to use when there is a little hill, you have to put a little more pressure on but not too much cause you don’t want to go over. You’ve been hitting it too hard and it’s just been rolling over the hill.” He explained and you nodded pretending to understand what he was saying when in reality all you could think was big hands big hands on yours big hands.

“Either that or not hitting it hard enough and it rolls back to me.” You said and he little out a little breathy chuckle, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. Oh fuck.

He pulled your arms back and hit the ball in what seemed to be the same way you had been doing all along, but clearly he had some kind of magic touch as the ball smoothly went over the hill and into the hole.

“Ok what the fuck?” You yelled, stepping away from Niall and throwing your free hand that wasn’t holding the club into the air. “I swear that’s what I was doing!” You said and he laughed.

“You just hadn’t found the happy medium.” He said stepping up to you and lightly pressing his hand to your back to lead you to the next course.

“You mean there’s a fucking Goldy Locks to fucking mini-golf?” You joked and he laughs while nodding.

“Interesting way to put it but yeah.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

You continue to go through the 18 hole course, Niall obviously winning when it came the end. When the went back to turn in their clubs and balls he also won a free round for you two for going through the whole course getting only a hole-in-one.

“Next time, you’re letting me win. Date 101 Niall, let her win.” You joked and Niall laughed as he threw his arm around you, opening up the door for the both of you.

“Sorry, still quite new to this love.” He said and you smiled, liking that fact that you weren’t the only one who was going into this with little experience.

“Not actually mad, just teasing you.” You said.

You slowly walked up to the passenger side of his car, both subconsciously thinking that the slower you walked, the slower this date would come to an end.

Almost like a gift sent from above, as Niall was opening the passenger side door to his Range Rover, when your stomach growls.

“You hungry love?” Niall asks and you nodded.

“Seems so.”

“I think we passed a chinese place on the way up here? Sound good?” He asked, smiling knowing that he would get to spend just a little bit longer with the girl he was quickly becoming so fond of. You nod as you jump into the car.

You both then head over to a very shady chinese restaurant where you order some food.

“I haven’t been to a place like this in years.” Niall says after the waiter walks away, he leans in a whispers it as if it was some giant secret.

“In my town, the best chinese place looks exactly like this. Which I bet says a lot about where I grew up.” You confess.

“Tell me more about where you grew up. Everyone I know was either from England or was born and raised in California.”

“Not really much to tell, it was sad little town that for some reason no one could leave. I remember growing up and thinking that when I grew up the first thing I would do was leave. I would go to some far away, out of state college. Then, funny enough when it came to the day I had to decide where to go, I chose home. Just like everyone else I stayed.”

“Why?” He asks as he took a sip of his ice water.

“I don’t really know, couldn’t afford it? I was scared maybe? Of like growing up, being on my own, I’ve never really liked to be away from home. Even going on vacation I was never really as relaxed as I was when I was home. I don’t know if it was just being close to my family, or if it was the physical location of home that comforted me, but I was just very stressed when I was far away.” You shrugged and he nodded.

“I get that. Sometimes I think about how easy everything would be if I wasn’t balancing me life between here and Ireland. Me life is here, me job is here, me friends are here, me inspiration for music always seems to be here but me family is there, me old friends are there.” He says, suddenly becoming very interested in the way the grain on the wooden table ran.

“Do you ever like, I don’t know, wish you never auditioned? Like don’t bullshit me either, like don’t give me the whole, no I love my fans and I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Like I know there has to be days where you just wish you could give this all up, right?” You ask, creating a terrible Irish accent in order to mock his voice.

“Uh I guess I mean, I’m not really lying when I say I love the fans, I really wouldn’t be sitting with you right now if they hadn’t worked so hard to get me where I am but I guess you’re right. Sometimes after a fan asks a question too personal or when I ruin another shirt trying to get through a mob or something I think, what would my life be like if I didn’t go that morning, or if Katy hadn’t given me a chance? Most times though I assume me life would be more stressful, working a low paying job and being pressured into settling down. At least with the life I live, I’m financially stable, so is me family, and no one is pressuring me to marry due to me hectic lifestyle.” He says and you can’t help but wonder, is he being pressured into going on this date with you? Does he think he is getting to an age where it’s expected of him to become domestic?

If anyone knows what it’s like to have your family up your ass about starting a family, it’s you. For the last few years you had been on the edge of whether or not you wanted children, constantly when you said you didn’t think you wanted them your family would respond with something along the lines of, you say that now, or, wait a few years and you’ll be thinking something else entirely. Lately your family had been suggesting that you start dating seeing as you had just lost all that weight and was now deemed, attractive. As that thought crossed your mind you thought, were you being pressured into being here?

Then you looked at Niall, and your stomach erupted into a nervous mush and you shook your head. No, you were here because he made you laugh, not for any other reason.

You thought, even if this doesn’t turn out the way you wanted, hoped it would, you would be happy just knowing that someone who made you feel so content was in your life.

“Well shit, we’re getting way too deep for date number two.” You joke and Niall laughs, leaning back and taking in deep breath. “Let’s get off that and I don’t know, what’s your least favorite song on Flicker?” You asked and Niall laughed.

“Me least favorite? Most times people ask what me favorite is.”

“Well yeah but I already know that, it’s Flicker right?”

“Yeah.” “Which is why I want to know what your least favorite is. By the way Flicker is my favorite too, also Fire Away is my least favorite.”

“What? Why?”

“Too repetitive, at least the chorus is. Like I like the message the whole like I love you and I want you to be comfortable saying anything so go ahead lay it on me is really nice. But damn boy, you say fire away like eight times in the chorus.” You say and he laughs.

“Ok I guess I would say my least favorite is-” He starts but the waiter decided to drop all the food off just as he was about to answer.

The conversation long forgotten as you two dive into your food, both of you unknowingly insanely hungry.

The rest of the date passes in a flurry of, quick touches, nervous flutters, and crab rangoons.

Punk Harry Series Part 16

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You had been nervous for about a week.

It started with a simple off feeling about a month and a half ago. You and Harry had shared a rather intimate moment just before going back on tour and ever since you’ve felt off. You were actually surprised you felt anything at all seeing as you’ve never really been super in touch with your body before. Something about this felt different though, but you decided to ignore it. What could possibly go be wrong?

Then you had realized that you never got your period last month. You were never really very good a predicting when you would get it, you had a fairly irregular schedule. After years of trying to regulate it you finally settled with it came within either the last week of the month or the first week of the next month.

Yet here you were going on month two without a single drop of blood. You came to this realization as you were cleaning up Lacey’s dressing room of all of your products. The band was on stage and you knew that you had to work fast seeing as they had another show tomorrow night in a city that was three hours away. Once the band was off stage everyone was supposed to get on their designated bus and go.

You were doing fine, you had cleaned up all the hair products for everyone and had managed to organize Peter’s makeup back into the suitcase. That may not seem like a lot but seeing as you had one suitcase for all the hair products and then two more for all the makeup it really wasn’t too bad. It was shocking how much product was needed for this band of four. But now seeing as all that could rack your mind was what if you couldn’t concentrate for your life.

You tried to continue and just push it off, you could always find out later at the next venue but you couldn’t shake it.

What would Harry think? Oh, who are you kidding? He’ll be ecstatic. If there is one thing you know about Harry it’s that he loves babies. But how would he actually feel about having one of his own. It’s one thing to be happy for another pregnant couple and to love playing with the little babies and kiddos but it’s a completely other thing to have one of your own.

You two had just moved into together two months ago, and only celebrating your one year anniversary one month prior to that. Was your relationship ready to take on another member? No probably not.

Not to mention you both work all over the place. The road is no place to raise a baby and you could never ask Harry to stay home while you went on tour. You would also be devastated if you knew Harry was off living the dream while you were at home alone with the baby, not to mention you don’t think you could go that long without seeing him.

While all this ran through your head you were shakily placing all the makeup into its designated place in the suitcase. Suddenly you were out of your head and you could hear the band was on it’s last song for the night, which meant in about 10-15 minutes Harry would stop by and help you move all your stuff into the bed of the bus. You took a look at all the stuff you had to put away and you went into hyperdrive. You were moving so fast you could give The Flash himself a run for his money.

Then just as you were almost finished Harry burst into the room, clearly high off the energy of the crowd, scaring the absolute shit out of you while also causing you to drop the last two bottles of foundation.

You watched in slow motion as two 50$ bottles shattered on the cement floor. You felt tears pricking at your eyes, your mouth itching to move into a frown. You knew this was not matter to get upset about, but with everything that you had been thinking about, this felt like an overdue excuse to release some frustration.

“Oh love, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” Harry laughed before walking across the room and grabbing some paper towels, he walked back over and wiped up the mess all without looking up at you. Tears were streaming down your face and inevitably you racked out a loud sob. Harry’s eyes whipped up to meet yours and in seconds his arms were around you, pushing your hair behind your ears and trying to get you to meet his eyes.

“Y/N love, look at me.” He started, his back hunching in order to make eye contact with you, but you couldn’t look up at him, you knew you were about to change his life. “Hon, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? It’s just foundation. We can get more at the next city.” He excused and you laughed, rolling your eyes before finally looking up at him. He smiled as he brushed the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Harry, I’m late.” You said and he just looked at you confused.

“Yeah I can tell, you’re usually done packing up in time to see the last two songs. If we don’t hurry up though we’re both going to be late but love that's not reason to cry.” He said, letting out a little chuckle towards the end. You shook your head before moving away from him and turning to look in the vanity mirror behind you. You leaned on the table that was now clear off your products.

“No Harry, I’m late. Not for the bus or the show, for my period.” You said and you looked back at him in the mirror to see him putting the puzzle pieces together in his head.

You let him have a minute before you looking back to your hands that were pressed firmly to the table below you, supporting your weight as you leaned on the them. You felt Harry’s hands wrap around your side and come to rest firmly on your lower stomach.

“You’re?” He asked and you sighed. “We’re gonna have a baby?” He whispered in your ear and you shrugged.

“I don’t know, not for sure anyway.” You said before turning to face him, your hands coming to rest on his rib cage, you could feel his heartbeat through his skin. “I’ve always been irregular but I’ve never gone two months without anything. I need to take a test or have a doctor confirm but, I think so Harry.” You said before looking up to see tears rolling down his cheeks almost mirroring you a few minutes ago.

“I could be a Dad?” He asked and you sighed, letting out a little laugh before nodding.

Then, in a few seconds his arms wrapping around your back tight before he lifted you up and squeezed.

“This is amazing!” He exclaimed has he set you back onto the ground.

“Don’t get too excited, babe I don’t even know for sure yet. Not to mention there’s a super high chance of miscarriage within the first trimester so legit anything could happen.” You said and he quickly got serious before nodding in understanding.

But of course the Harry you loved couldn’t keep the smile off his face before it took over what was him pretending not to get excited.

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Spider Woman Masterlist

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