Harry's PO
I laid in my room after Lou and the girlfriends left the house. I couldn't keep my mind off her. The way she talked, her walk, her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes constantly shine, whether she's crying or laughing, how she's so strong, how she likes to do things herself, the way she looks at Kale with so much love, how she talks in her sleep. I miss sharing my bed with her, I miss always being warm in the morning, I miss waking up with her head on my chest.
Lou, why do you hate me, this is all your fault! It's your fault I like her more than before! Actually, I liked her when I found her and Kale in that alleyway, but that's not the point! I yelled at our stylist in my head.
Liam walked into my room, "Come on. You and I are taking Lyric to get a phone," he said.
I shot up, I'd follow that girl anywhere. "Okay," I said.
Lyric was waiting in the passengers seat of the Range Rover so I hurried to the drivers seat as Liam climbed in the back.
"You know what you want?" I asked.
"She doesn't get to chose anything but the color and what not. Knowing her she'd choose a not top brand phone," Liam said.
"Awe, blackberry with the whole package?" I asked.
"Yup," he replied.
Lyric stared out the window and bit her lip. "Are you sure Kale will be okay with Louis, Zayn and Niall?" she asked.
I chuckled, "The worst that will happen is they'll create a baby throne and start worshiping him," I said.
She sighed, "I've never left him. Mum and I went everywhere together and we always took Kale. I'm just a little nervous."
I rubbed her thigh and she blushed, "He'll be fine, love. They'll take good care of him," I promised.
She smiled at me and nodded, mouthing thank you.
