Ok, so I usually DON'T update during the week,
because I go to nerd school. Sort of.
But I work really hard there, and that's a top priority.
But you're welcome.
I will always love you,
Elle Houstin XX
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Harry's POV (Tah dah! So read really slowly.)
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"If you give a mouse a cookie, he's going to want some milk,"
I started. This girl was my mirror image, with her mother's eyes. Like Harry Potter. Hey, My name's Harry! I think that proves my point more.
"Why would a mouse want milk? Like I get the cookie part, but milk?"
She looked at me, srutinizing me, hugging her bunny. It was the cutest thing, she had a pink one, and Henry (suspiciously close to Harry, wouldn't you say?) had a blue one. But damn, she had me there.
"Uh, why don't we read a different book?"
"Can we read Madeline?"
She fluttered her eyelashes, and yawned, her bottom lip protruding the slightest. This girl had pouting down. Her boyfriend's gonna be whipped.
"Sure thing. Hey, question, do you know who your dad is?" 'Yeah, he's YOU!' is what she's going to say. Or maybe she'll say it's that guy on TV, or maybe she won't realize my last name is styles or-
"I can't tell you," she looked left right, up and down.
"Wanna know who? It's a secret." She told me matter of factly in a whisper. She's adorable. She's my daughter.
"Yes, who's your daddy?" Ha ha, no pun intended.
"Santa Claus!" She said in a hurried whisper.
Ok, so she didn't know. Val is one clever girl though- she basically had a don't ask don't tell thing going, father wise.
"Ok, so let's get reading."
I opened the book, and in her pink pajamas that said
"I work mine off so I can beat yours," demonstrating her sass.
She's going to like uncle Louis.
She settled down, and laid her head on the light blue pillow with a mysterious stain on it. She looked up at me with those multicolored, calidascope eyes, and I fell in love with her. I had a daughter, and a son.
That was a fair amount to take in.
"In an old house in paris, all covered in vines, lived a girl named Madeline..."
A while later, I shut the book quietly, as she was asleep. I kissed her head, and walked down to the parlor. As I was walking down the stairs, I could hear the conversation from the other room.
"So they're my children."
"You sure? I mean their hair is brown..."
"Guys, I'm a natural brunette."
"Yeah, so am I," I said, entering the room. So Niall thinks their his?
"Yeah, but you didn't... oh god you did."
"Yeah, I can still remember it, even though it was eight years ag-"
"Please, no details," Zayn begged.
"What about how we-"
"NO."
"C'mon Liam.. you know you want to know."
"Harry she's like my little sister."
I thought about this for a moment. If Gemma's boyfriend- Oh.
"Sorry man."
"Yeah."
"So, Niall, you think they're yours?"
"I know so, Har, because have you met them? They're like me completely. Little man-"
"Ok, Niall, it's a parent nickname."
"And I AM his DAD, Harry," He said, emphasizing I, am, and Dad.
"No, I am. They look like me."
"They act like me, AND look like me."
"They act like me too, dumbass."
"Guys, calm down. You can ask Val when she gets home."
"I'd go to sleep, but I don't know where I'm sleeping."
Oh yeah that. I can't wait till Valerie comes home, tells Niall that I'm the father, kisses me, which turns into something more, Marry her the next day, live happily ever after with two kids who think that I'm a retired santa claus.
It's going to happen just like that. Valerie... I still love her. I never told her when I had her, and I spent the past eight years insisting on world tours, secretly so I could track her down.
She's all I've ever really wanted. And to find that I have kids, that she's been hiding from me? I would be there for her. Personally, I'm ok that I didn't find out right away, because I don't think that at a cocky ninteen and on top of the world, I was at the right place for this. I wouldn't be ready.
But now I was ready to settle. I wanted to settle, god damn it. I just needed to find Valerie to settle. Now I have her, and it's not like she can just get up and go again because she has two kids to look after. I'm staying, forever.
The door lock jiggled a bit, and a worn out Valerie appeared.
"How was woooorK?" I asked, smiling at her, taking her purse.
"Typical saturday night, lots of underage alcahol poisoning, drunks, etc."
"Oh. Ok. Where are we sleeping?"
Blunt award goes to Louis Tomlinson.
"Uh, yeah there's a ton of space in the greenhouse, a king bed in there currently,"
She said that bit with a bit of an eyeroll. Hm.
"And I can push in some cots. We can fix it tommorow. There's the couch, and if worse comes to worse-"
"I can sleep in your bed?"
Recieving a coldhearted glare from Niall. Things were never the same with us after, we were in love with the same girl for pete's sake.
"No, I'll take belle and move her to my room, and you can sleep in her bed."
"But I put her to sleep really well."
"Then I'll take Henry."
"But I put henry to sleep really well!" said Niall.
"Shhh, they're sleeping. I'll take them both, Ok?"
"Ok."
So that's how I fell asleep on the pillow with the wierd stain on it. I noticed that the rabbit was still in the little twin bed, so I grabbed it and held it to my chest. It was pretty snuggly.
