The Weeks Between • HS

July 2023 • Nola *

*** A/N: I can't believe we're here already. The last chapter. Obviously, it is split between Nola and Harry's POV's, so this is Nola's last chapter in the book. The last time we get to see how the last few years, or many weeks, have changed her life.

I hope you love it.

I've spent the better part of the last month puking in posh toilets all over Europe. So, it's no surprise to me that I'm in a gorgeous hotel room in Vienna, kneeling on the cold tile floor while I empty my stomach of the delicious breakfast Harry and I just ate on our private veranda. "Darling, I wish I could switch spots with you," he says as he sweetly rubs my back.

Anytime we are in the same location, he is at my side for every moment that I am not feeling well and fulfills all my cravings almost immediately when I am. He's willing to go out to get me anything that sounds good at any time of day or night, much to Jeff's dismay. Last week, he flew home between Poland and Germany. I asked him to get me some curry and when he came home and he handed to me I started to cry.

>>>>>>>>>> Flashback to the curry incident.

"What's wrong, my love," he asks me, concerned.

"It's not what I wanted. I mean, it is, but now it smells awful," I say pathetically, handing him the curry back because in the time that he was gone to pick it up, I gained an aversion to curry and the smell of my usual favorite makes me want to throw up. He sets the bag in the hallway and comes back to me on the bed.

"It's alright. I'll get you whatever you want. What sounds good now?" he asks, with the patience of a saint.

"A greasy burger with tomatoes and onions and some crispy fries." He nods and takes out his phone to place an order from our favorite burger place. Honestly, there aren't many in Paris, but Norman's makes a decent burger and fries. "Make sure they are crispy," I say and the waterworks start again, "because soggy ones sound gross," I sob.

"Oh, my love," he says, somewhat laughing, but not fully laughing (because he doesn't have a death wish). "You can't control what sounds good to eat. I just want you to eat because Dr. Norby said he wants to see you gaining weight, instead of losing it."

"Oh, I will," I say and start crying harder again. "I'll be a whale before you know it." He sits down and pulls me into his arms and uses the end of his sweatshirt sleeve to dry my eyes. I look over to see his damn sweatshirt strings tied in a neat bow and it makes me both annoyed and more in love with him. Pregnancy hormones are such a treat.

We stay like that until his phone chimes. "I'm going to go and pick up your burger and fries. If that still sounds good?" he asks, reluctantly.

"It does. Thank you, H."

"Of course, my love."

End of flashback >>>>>>>>>>

It's been a few hours and I am feeling much better, which is good because we need to head out to the arena soon for sound check. I am glad that I'm here without the kids because that means two things; I can enjoy the show and I can enjoy Harry after the show without interruptions or responsibility for anyone else besides me and him.

"You ready, love?" he asks me as he comes into the bedroom in the hotel room. I can feel him standing in the doorway looking on, doing his staring thing that I've just grown used to. It is back to epic levels now that I am carrying his child and the evidence of said child is becoming more visible. I'm posing for a picture in the tall mirror against the wall wearing a blush pink dress that hides nothing about my bump. Now that we're past the first trimester, and have told everyone that we want to, I'm not really trying to hide it anymore. Plus, I can't even count the number of articles that have claimed I was pregnant with over the years, so this will just be another if people see me or photograph me sporting a bump.