HARRY STYLES
"Okay, so there are plenty of diapers in Darcy's room, all her clothes are clean, the fridge is stocked for Darcy and Anne, my suitcase is packed thanks to Molly and Lucy, I have my makeup, my wedding shoes, you're wearing your ring, I have my phone–oh! Our chargers! We can't forget our phone chargers."
I stood there, watching with an amused smile as Camden went to grab her phone charger, but she had already packed it when she packed everything else. "Are you alright?"
She stopped as she realized that both our chargers were already in our suitcases, exhaling a deep breath. "I'm only nervous about leaving Darcy, that's all. Five days is so long, Harry."
"True," I crossed the room to get to her, "but she loves my mum, and they're gonna have fun together. She told me she's got a whole list of things they're going to do together."
"I know, yeah," she looked at Darcy on the bed. "I'm just really going to miss her, that's all."
"Well, we still have all day, you can keep her in your room tonight, and then we have all day tomorrow," I offered. "Besides the night I proposed to you, we haven't spent any real time with just the two of us."
Albeit small, her smile seemed genuine as she nodded. "You're right. It'll be fun."
I laughed at the pout that returned on her lips. "You sound so convinced."
"No, it really will be," she sighed and picked Darcy up. "Five days isn't that long, and we can FaceTime her every day, right?"
"'Course," I kissed them both, "but we gotta get going if we don't wanna be the last ones to show up."
As if we were never coming back, she held Darcy to her chest and looked around our bedroom with pursed lips, finally agreeing with an unsure nod before she put Darcy's jacket on her so we could leave the house.
"So I'm really going to finally meet your dad, huh?" She asked from the passenger seat. "Anne confirmed that he's coming?"
"Guess so, yeah," I mapped the address on my phone to let it pop up on the dashboard. "He's gonna love you."
She smiled a little, but that trace of concern was still evident in her expression as she pulled her phone out and started typing. I took a longer glance to see if it was a text message to someone, but when I realized that it was her notes app she was writing in, I left her alone to stay stuck in my own thoughts.
I didn't have cold feet at all, whatsoever. But even though Camden was far from a diva, I guess part of me was just worried that not everything would go according to plan. Just like our wedding planner had said, the weather in England was fickle. It wasn't supposed to rain for another three days, but that could change in a blink, and then what would we do? Or what if it was windy? What if she decided at the last minute that the venue wasn't the right place? She might not be a diva, but she could be just as fickle as the English weather herself sometimes.
And maybe it would be at least slightly naive for me to say that there wasn't a chance she could change her mind when we were standing at the altar, but I wasn't worried enough about that to let it stress me out. It was just an intrusive thought trying to make its way in.
"So you know what I was thinking about yesterday?" She suddenly spoke up again, and I was happy to turn my attention over to her.
"What's that?"
"Do you think it'll be awkward for me to walk down the aisle by myself? Or to not have anyone to dance with when you have the first dance with your mom?"
