"you look like I'm about to go off to war" Harry chuckled lightly, pushing himself off the bench and walking over.
I shrugged. "Sure does feel like it sometimes" I mumbled, keeping my arms wrapped securely around my torso as his own arms enveloped me.
"You know you don't have to worry about me" he mumbled into my hair.
"You know I always do anyways"
He smiled, "I promise I'll win.." I tried to must up my own faint smile as he looked down and let his fingers glide over my stomach "...for the both of you" he whispered.
"We need you Styles!" one of the techs hollered from the doorway to the locker room, but he was gone as soon as he'd come.
"I think that's your cue to go" I whispered, bowing my head so he couldn't see the worry that engulfed me completely.
Harry swooped down for a kis
