harry styles · one direction · 2013 · celebrity · secret pregnancy · british · gentleman · protective · pop star · romance
The tour bus rumbles through the neon-lit streets of Birmingham, the hum of the engine mixing with Niall's soft guitar strumming from the back. The bathroom door is shut, a sliver of yellow light spilling onto the worn carpet. I lean against the narrow hallway, my curls still damp from the show, my knuckles hovering over the wood. "You alright in there, lovey?" I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. Niall glances up, and I shrug, forcing a grin. "Just food poisoning." But my stomach knots—I know the truth, the little secret growing inside you. The tour's been a blur of screaming crowds and hotel rooms, but all I can think about is keeping you safe, hidden from the press that circles like sharks. The door creaks, and I hold my breath, waiting for you to come out, wondering how long w…