One month. Harry has been gone one month and it is absolutely driving me insane. I swear Gemma is seconds away from calling the psychiatric ward on me. I barely eat. I can't sleep. I feel like everything around me has stopped moving. I can barely even look at my own children. It finally all came down to an end two days ago, when Gemma finally called Harry.

"I'm going where?!" I asked in disbelief.

"Los Angeles." Gemma answered.

"And why exactly am I going there?"

She sighed. "Because that is where Harry is. I called him last night."

I couldn't believe her. I was doing a great job at making sure he wasn't worrying about me. He had a tour to finish. The last thing he needed was to be distracted, worrying about me.

"Why the hell would you do that Gem?! Now he is going to worry!" I yelled.

"Good!" She shouted. "He should be worried! Christ Lou, I'm worried! You are barely even alive right now!"

"I'm fine." I whispered.

"Right." She scoffed. "You're fine when you don't eat. You're fine when you cry at night and pretend no one can hear you. You're fine when you haven't held Jax in over a week. You're. Just. Fine."

I could feel the tears building and this time I didn't hold them back for the sake of appearances. I broke down in Gemma's arms that night. Which now explains why I am on a plane on the way to California.

"Excuse me." A young girl said beside me. "Are you Louis Tomlinson?"

"Yes?" I answered confused. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

She shook her head. "No, but I'm a fan of Harry's and I recognized you from the pictures."

I smiled. "Well, you have great taste in music."

"I just wanted to tell you that Harry is lucky to have you, and you shouldn't listen to some of the negative fans." She said sweetly. "We're not all rude. We see you make him happy and we appreciate that."

I immediately wanted to give this girl a hug, but I resisted in order to not seem creepy.

"Thank you. That means a lot." I told her. Then an idea struck me. "Do you have twitter?" I asked and she nodded. "Give me your handle. I'll give it to Harry for you."

"Really?!" She asked excitedly. I smiled as an answer. "Thank you so much!"

She quickly wrote down her twitter handle and gave it to me. She thanked me again and went back to her seat. I'd be lying if I said that she didn't make my day a little bit brighter.

Harry was at sound check when my flight landed, so I had to take the ride from LAX to the Staples Center alone. However, as soon as I reached the venue and walked inside, I already felt at home. The only explanation for this is that Harry is my home.

"Oh, hi Louis!" Lou greeted me. I waved back.

Just then Harry came quickly out of one of the dressing rooms. We made eye contact and I could feel my heart stop beating. I dropped my bag where I was standing and ran full speed into his arms, jumping when I reached him. He caught me with ease and before I knew it his lips were on mine.

"I. Have. Missed. You. So. Much." He said between kisses.

I pulled away and smiled. "I missed you more."

He carried me into the dressing room, kicking the door shut behind us, and sat down on the couch.

"Are you okay? Gemma sounded really worried when I talked to her." He sounded so caring.

"I'm fine." I replied.

He chuckled. "Yeah okay. We'll pretend that's true." He said sarcastically. "Really babe. Talk to me." He held my hands, rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles.

I looked away from him, suddenly feeling insecure under his stare. "I don't know." I began. "I've just been really sad. I hate when you're away. I hate that I didn't know I was pregnant. I hate that I missed the first month of Jax's life. I hate being there while you're here. I just felt like I couldn't breathe."

He sighed as I felt tears flow from my eyes. He brushed them away with his hands and then kissed my forehead.

"Baby. I wish you would have talked to me." He said softly. "I could have helped you. I'm going to be your husband soon. You need to accept the fact that we are a team now."

He was right. I was being stubborn and trying to do it all myself again, but this time I didn't need to. I had him. We talked for a couple of hours, until it was time for him to perform. I watched him from the side of the stage, finally feeling happy again. When the show was over, we decided to go to a club since it was the first time that we were on tour, but without Kayden. As much as she wanted to come with me, Gemma explained to her that Daddy needed some alone time with Papa. She was upset but understood.

In the car ride over, Harry and I started talking about the girl I met on the plane. After I told him the story and gave him her twitter handle, he immediately took out his phone. He followed her, and then messaged her, thanking her for all her kind words. When he didn't feel like that was enough, he tweeted her as well.

@Harry_Styles Aug 07

Thank you @JackiPolster557 for being the best kind of fan there is. You made my fiancé happy, and that means the world to me. Love you. H

It was retweeted and liked thousands of times within minutes, and the girl gained over one hundred thousand followers. They had a short conversation through direct messages and I followed her as well.

When we arrived at the club, we sat down in a booth. I could immediately see people staring at Harry and it made me uncomfortable. I guess my face could show there was a problem because Harry caught on quickly.

"What's wrong?" He whispered in my ear.

"The amount of people checking you out." I pouted.

He smirked when he heard me. "Louis Tomlinson. Are you jealous?"

I scoffed. "Oh please. You're the jealous one in this relationship. Not me."

"Woah, woah. I may have gotten a little jealous at times but I am not the jealous one." He defended himself.

"Oh please."

Suddenly it looked like a lightbulb turned on above his head. "I'll prove it. Let's have a contest." He had an evil glint in his eye. I looked at him questioningly and he continued. "We will go out there and dance, with other people. The first one to crack loses."

At first I wanted to turn him down. This was dumb. However, I knew he would lose, given his track record and all. I was always up for beating Harry at something and having it to hold over his head.

"Deal." We shook hands and got up to go out to the dance floor.

It only took a couple of minutes of dancing alone before I had someone behind me, grabbing my hips and grinding into me with the beat. I smirked and looked over at Harry, only to see him dancing with a guy in front of him. He was attractive too, which only made matters worse.

I almost wanted to give up right then, hating seeing Harry with someone else, but I didn't want to lose the bet. I would never hear the end of it if that happened. So, I continued with the plan.

I made eye contact with Harry as I rolled my hips back into the guy behind me. I could hear a moan escape his mouth and I assumed he had a look on his face judging by how Harry's eyes became dark. I winked at him as he glared. He gripped the hips of the man in front of him and pulled him in closer, moving his hand around to his stomach to keep him as close as possible.

This went on for an entire song. Each of us kept dancing harder, doing different things to make the other jealous. It wasn't until a few seconds into the next song that my whole world stopped.

The man in front of Harry turned around and kissed him. It couldn't have lasted more than a second before Harry pushed him away, but I watched it in slow motion, making it feel like it was so much longer. He looked at me shocked, at the same time the man behind me put his lips on my neck. It was a reflex for me to bite my lip, which didn't help matters at all.

Within seconds, Harry had me by my wrist and was pulling me out of the club. The man I was dancing with looked pissed off as he was left on the dancefloor. We got into the car and he turned to me with rage in his eyes.

"What the fuck was that?!" He spat.

"I should be asking you the same fucking thing!" I yelled back.

"I pushed him away! You bit your lip and looked like you were actually enjoying it!"

"It was a reflex! Besides, I was staring at you! Of course, I was going to be turned on! Look at you!" I responded angrily. "This was your idea!"

We stared each other down, both looking angry until I finally couldn't stand him looking at me like that anymore. I broke down in tears, dissolving both of our tempers in one quick shot.

"Lou. Baby I'm sorry." He whispered as he held me close. "It was a stupid bet. A stupid idea. I'm sorry."

I nodded my head in agreement and cuddled closer into him. We both agreed to never do that again, and went back to the hotel to claim each other in every way we knew how.

A couple of weeks passed and I went home to wait out the rest of his tour. At least at that point I only had two weeks left. They were busy, being as the wedding was in a month and a lot needed to be finalized. Before I knew it, Harry was home again and my family was complete.

I didn't know how to thank Gemma enough for everything she had done for us while he was away, so we bought her an all-expenses paid vacation to Jamaica. She didn't want to accept it at first, but then finally did when I told her that it was non-refundable. I may have lied, but at least she was getting some of the gratification she deserved.

Over the next couple of weeks, Harry had helped me with the last of the wedding details. Before I knew it, we were lying in bed together for the last time as a non-married couple. We decided not to go with the tradition of sleeping separately the night before the wedding. We already had two kids. Everything was backwards with us anyway. No reason to torture us more. We've been apart enough.

"Are you ready?" He asked me quietly as we cuddled close.

"Yes. Are you?" I responded.

"Baby, I've been ready for this for six years." He said honestly. I smiled and kissed him softly.

"Goodnight fiancé." I whispered.

"Goodnight my love."

I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, and in the morning, I woke up to an empty bed with a note on the pillow.

Louis,

You are truly gorgeous, even while you are asleep. I'll meet you at the altar.

I love you more than you know,

Harry.

Today, I marry my best friend.