Could it really be? |Harry Styles

Tour

Chapter Thirty - Five

(Blair POV)

"A dog?" He asked, like he hadn't heard me right.

"Yup." I replied, pushing his hair back into a quiff,

"I wish I knew if you were being serious."

"I am, but I'm not at the same time." He furrowed his brows.

"Because that makes soo much sense" He muttered, but I laughed.

"I want a dog, but not until I have a stable home. But you never know, I might by the time I'm 19." I said, he just laughed.

"What kind of dog?" He asked me..

"A golden retriever. I want it to be a girl and I'm going to name her Lucy." I told him , I was smiling just thinking about it.

"Well you've clearly thought about this." He teased, I just blushed.

"Ever since I was a little girl I've wanted one." I told him honestly.

"Hmm, why can't you just settle for a cat?" He smirked, I fringed.

"I'm allergic to them."

"Really?" He asked shocked.

"Really"

We honestly didn't say much after that. We ended up watching some stupid movie that was on tv and passed out.

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"C'mon Harry, Simon needs up." I shifted in my sleep as I could hear Niall's accent in the bedroom. Harry and I still in bed. But I didn't open my eyes.

"5 more minutes" Harry groaned, pulling me way closer to him, and hiding behind me,

"He said he's got news about our up coming tour." After the words left Niall's mouth, Harry had thrown a pillow at him.

"I hadn't exactly told her about that" Harry hissed through gritted teeth. I still didn't open my eyes, I wanted to see how much farther this conversation went.

"She's asleep" No I'm not.

"Whatever, I'll be down in a minute."

And with that, I heard the door shut, and Harry's body remove from my side. I only waited a few moments before sitting up and stretching out my arms and letting out a yawn.

"Morning" I said, he jumped, pulling up his pants when he noticed me.

"Did you just wake up?" He asked, going into the bathroom.

"Yeah?" I replied, as he came back out with a tooth brush in his mouth, chest still bare. "Why?" I asked him.

"Just wondering.. Simon wants to meet up with the band, so I'll be home in a bit" He told me before going back to the bathroom. And coming back only moments later and pulling his shirt over his head.

"Oh, okay.." He came over, pushed me down on my back making me laugh. He crawled over me and kissed every inch of my face.

"God, I love you so much" He said with a cheeky smile on his face.

And this is why I can never stay mad at him.

"Love you too, now get goin'" I smirked, pushing him away. He smiled again before leaving a gentle kiss on my lips and heading out.

Now what tour am I hearing about?

(Harry POV)

"January!?" I choked out,

"Yes?" Simon replied puzzled.

"You said March!" I snapped, I was earning weird looks from everyone.

"What's the big deal, Harry?" Zayn asked.

"We're starting it earlier so Zayn can be back a few months before the baby comes" Simon said,

I guess that made sense.

"When do we get to come home for visits?" I asked, sitting back down.

"Once a month." He told me.

"For how long?"

"Depending on when you're scheduled for a performance. You may be home for a night or two. Or maybe even 3 hours." My heart squeezed at the sound of that.

"What day are we leaving?"

"January 14th." He answered.

"I can only come home once in February?"

"Yes, why does it matter?"

"Because Blair's birthday is in February." Louis smirked, I just glared at him.

"And his is too." Liam added in, and I glared at him as well.

"Oh.. Well I don't know what to tell you, Harry. But you're gonna have to pick soon."

I ignored that conversation and let him move on.

How the hell do I tell Blair I'm leaving in 3 weeks?

(Blair POV)

"What the hell , Harry!" I screeched.

"I know, I'm sorry" He pleaded.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me!?"

"Because I thought we were going in March."

"Why did it get changed?" I asked, more calm.

"So Zayn could be home a few months before the baby comes.."

My whole body soften when he said that.. That was cute.

"Oh" ... "When do you get to come home for visits?"

"Once a month." He murmured, still siting on the bed, his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands.

"For how long?" I whispered, my back still against the wall.

"I won't know that until the time comes" He told me. I let out a shaky breath.

Why cry now? It would have no point to it.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be, it's not your fault."