Delicate

Chapter 30

HARRY STYLES

The last time I was in Paris, I played a sold-out show to 2,000 people. Five months later, I just played to 10,000 more, and I can't even begin to describe how tangibly happy I am. It's not that I wasn't happy before, but I don't think I realized just how much I missed being back on stage until now. I missed hearing my fans scream the lyrics back to me and I missed the love radiating off every single one of them, and the best part is that I don't have to miss Haven while I'm with them. For truly the first time, I feel like I have it all.

"Paris, you've been absolutely incredible tonight, thank you so much," I unclip the microphone to start walking to the right of the stage first, waving to them before I do the same to the left. "Thank you! I'll see you all soon!"

I grab my silver glitter-coated suit jacket to match my trousers and hurry off the stage. Just like last night, Haven is waiting in the hallway for me, and she has my adrenaline spiking all over again when she offers me even the faintest smile. It gives me a sense of calamity and also makes me feel like my heart is bouncing off the walls inside my chest.

"Sorry, I'm sweaty," I pick her up anyway, making her laugh as she has no choice but to cling to me on the way to the dressing room. "How did I do?"

She nods with a soft smile as I let her back down on the floor. "Amazing. You looked so happy up there tonight."

"I am happy," I hold both sides of her jaw in my hands to kiss her. "I thought I was happy the last tour, but I just feel like everything is even better this time around."

Her expression doesn't change much as she breathes in and gives me another nod of understanding, and that's pretty much my final confirmation that something is wrong with her. She's been acting somewhat off since the night of the Switzerland show, but she blamed it on jetlag and just needing to catch up on her sleep. I believed that, but I've seen her tired before and this isn't how she acts. If anything, being tired makes her more affectionate, not stand-offish.

"Are you alright?" I tuck her hair behind her ear as she starts unbuttoning my shirt for me, but it's not a sexual act. It's more like she wants me to hurry so we can leave the venue sooner.

"Yeah, I just need to eat," she wrinkles her nose and untucks my shirt from my trousers.

"Okay," I reluctantly finish undressing myself so she can take the suit while I'm showering, and I make it potentially my fastest rinse yet. If she's hungry, I don't want to keep her waiting for too long.

When I come out to find that she's not in the dressing room anymore, Jeff lets me know that she's already in the car. He asks me if she's alright, and I only feel worse now that I don't have a real answer for him. If he can tell that something is wrong, I should have already known what it was.

"She said she's just hungry and tired," I stupidly explain.

He glances around the room while I make sure I'm not forgetting anything. "She's not pregnant, right?"

I blink at him, suddenly petrified at the suggestion. "No."

His brows raise in a challenging kind of way, which doesn't make me feel better in the slightest. "Are you sure?"

After thinking about it for a second, I snap out of the horrified trance and shake my head. "Of course, I'm sure. "She would tell me if she was pregnant."

As soon as I say that, I'm suddenly not so sure she would tell me immediately. She would obviously tell me eventually, but I don't know if she would tell me within days of her finding out. She also didn't start acting off until the night of the first show. How could she have found out so soon?