Here Without You

Chapter 30:

Chapter 30
"What? Like James?"
"No, like a Biblical name like Ezra!"
"Harry."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He laughs.
We're debating names for the baby, well- we're attempting. Harry seems to want to mess around and joke with it which I don't mind but I just want the baby to have a very fitting name. One of my pet peeves is when someone has a name that does not fit them and makes people say that they look more like a Lenny or Danny.
None of those names are in our narrowed down list though. Harry has finally came up with a list of names he would like along with my list.
Harry:
Ty
Joshua
Nick
Ashton
Andrew
And mine.
Taylor:
Drew
Sam
Matthew
Brett
Tyler
Christopher
We didn't exactly agree on anything from the list except 'Tyler' which Harry'd called him Ty. I like that name but I'm wary about it. Tyler Styles.
"I like Matthew as well," Harry announces, pointing down at the name on my paper. I nod slowly, wetting my lips. The names circle on my tongue until they fit.
"Tyler Matthew Styles." I breathe out my complexedy-solved equation. Its perfect. Beautiful, really. Harry echoes it, making it sound even more fluent than before. It sounds better with an accent so I pray the baby picks up his accent.
"He's going to be beautiful, Tay." He says after a thoughtless silence. 3 1/2 months until the baby. Our wedding, we have concluded, will be in Jamaica on the beach in one month and stay there for our honeymoon. The bump is basically obvious now, though I haven't been in public a lot since then so its not been questioned except the doctors visits. I'm sure there's rumors but I've done a few radio interviews with Harry which was when we confirmed our engagement. They asked us nothing about pregnancy which is a relief. I don't want to lie to my fans as much as I have to. I hate it. They deserve better.
I've already sent out invitations to all the major and immediate friends & family for it. Our engagement photos were adorable, it was before the babybump became evident. We looked so in love that day, mostly because of the engagement day two days before.
"Are you nervous about the wedding?" Harry blurts, pulling me from my subconscious. He sits on the couch with me, both of our legs tangled as we talk. Notebooks full of scribbled names sit on our laps. I shrug.
"I mean, of course but I wont be too nervous because you'll be up there with me." I grin, running my hand down my leg to somehow gain warmth.
"Yeah, I know that its just- what if I forget my vows.." He says with his low, raspy tone. I scoff teasingly.
"Well whatever you do, don't start crying because if you do, it will act like a chain reaction with me." I laugh, gathering my hair to tie up in a loose ponytail. He joins into the laughter.
"Who's your bridesmaids?" He asks causing my eyes to widen. I haven't chosen or asked any of them yet. Selena, Hailee, Diana, Demi, uhhhh. How many are you allowed? Oh and Gemma, thats proper etiquette to put the sister of the groom in the wedding, right? Yeah. I hop off of the couch, sprinting to the computer and creating templates in which will be the invitation to be my bridesmaid. Harry follows a few minutes later, his hands slouched into his sweatpants.
"Well, who's your groomsmen?" I ask subconsciously as I type in a long, cute poem that asks them to be my bridesmaids. At each of the cards, I add their name so it appears made for them.
"Oh, just the boys, your brother, and Grimmy." He explains, tousling his hair around.
"Have you asked them yet?" I ask.
"Not yet but I will.." He laughs with a cheeky grin plastered across his face. His tan skin reflects in the office light. He's so naturally beautiful its crazy.
"Today?" I plead, raising an eyebrow. He groans.
"But I wanted to spend today with you.." He whines, coming behind me and rubbing my neck, releaving the tension that's been building up lately. I consider this for a moment but quickly shake it off, accidently shaking off Harrys hands without meaning to.
"No," I sigh with a start. "I gotta meet with the girls anyway."
I text all the girls quickly, explaining a girls' day is in order. I checked and there is no concerts for Demi or Sel tonight so they should be clear later. Surprisingly, they all agree and say they'd fly to New York as soon as possible. Which is, of course, this afternoon.
Harry pouts.
"Aw, that doesn't mean I don't love you." I coo, standing to wrap my arms around him with a kiss to his cheek. My hands keep him close by my fingers looped in his beltloops.
"Okay fine, I'll meet with the boys.." He sighs in defeat, his nose brushing mine. A smile spreads across my face, my eyes focused on his lips.
"Good boy," I murmur, touching our lips together for a moment before turning, grasping my purse, and opening the door in one fluent motion.
"I love you!" I call, throwing a hand up from behind. Harrys laugh is heard then a reply echoing my words. With another boy like him around, I'm doomed. I'm getting my girl next, I need a girl or I'm going to be surrounded with cheeky little raspy laughs poking my cheeks.