Beau Babies / h.s

The Other Woman

   Rhys stayed for a little while after we got back and helped me put the girls down for a nap which due to the walk, and the fresh air, didn’t take too long,

   “Thank you again,” Rhys said as we got to the door so that I could show him out,

   “For what?” I asked as Rhys slipped his coat on his shoulders,

   “Letting me see them,” Rhys sighed, “And just…” He sighed, “Kind of allowing me to feel like my old self again. I have really missed you being around you know,” He smiled and kissed me on the cheek before leaving,

   “Bye,” I grinned with a small wave, Rhys raised him arm and walked down the road, I watched him until he disappeared from view,

   Turning back, I shut the door, “Blushing I see?” Harry’s voice shocked me and my body jumped slightly,

   “Of course not,” I scoffed pushing past him and into the front room where I flopped down next to Niall and shut my eyes, I felt the familiar tiredness wash over me,

   “How was it?” Niall asked playing with a piece of my hair,

   “Honestly?” I asked, Niall nodded, “Great,”

   Niall’s face lit up in a huge smile, “I’m really glad-”

   “What happened?” Harry asked interrupting Niall, Aria slid gracefully onto his lap, everyone’s head turned from him to me, it was like something you’d see in an old comedy. That was when I realised that neither Louis nor Eleanor were in the room,

   “I’ve already said it was great, Harry. Isn’t that enough?” Niall must’ve felt my body go tense because he placed his hand over mine and rotated his fingers over mine in little comforting circles,

   “No,” Harry retorted, “Not really,”

   Licking my lips, I breathed in a huge but necessary breath, “We walked, we talked-”

   “About?” Harry asked quickly as if he’d almost planned to irritate me,

   “Um…” I giggle escaped my mouth, “If you really want to know, it was about a football game,”

   Harry’s eyebrow raised, “A football game?” He was sceptical, “But you hate football,”

   “Not…A game of football that I played,” I told him exaggerating the ‘I’  

   “You played football?” Harry snorted, Niall’s circles on my hands grew faster,

   “I did,” I hissed leaning forward, “Not that it’s any of your-”

   “Bobbie!” Louis whispered breathlessly as he stumbled into the room clutching the door to stop him from toppling over, “It’s Eleanor…” He panted placing his hands on his knees, “I need…She needs…Your help…”

   Jumping up from the sofa, I felt suddenly nervous, “What’s wrong? She’s alright isn’t she?”

   Louis nodded uneasily, “I think so…She just won’t talk to me, and I don’t know what to do, I think she’ll speak to you.”

   “Ok,” I smiled comfortingly, “Where is she?” I spoke calmly,

   “In my room,” Louis said,

   Nodding, I patted his shoulder, “It’ll be fine, don’t worry,”

   Walking up the stairs, I heard Harry mutter, “So what, now she thinks she’s an agony aunt?” That hurt, it wasn’t what he said, it was the fact that he said it. Why is he so spiteful? One minute he’s caring, the next he’s bad mouthing me and couldn’t care less…