Dad Next Door: Volume 1 (Under Editing Soon)

Nine

Harry P.O.V

There's something about men riding motorbikes that doesn't appeal to me. But when Louis is doing it, I hate myself for thinking it actually looks hot.

His small figure straddling that seat, his arse perky and fully on view. He keeps looking behind him to see if we're still there and when he glides left or right, his muscles in his arms flex and it's quite honestly making me flustered.

I mentally slap myself to try and get myself out of it though. I don't like the man.

But then why am I following him if I don't like him? It's concerning that he's into my children but at the same time, quite sweet that he's looking out for them.

Argh, I definitely hate him. Of course I do. And to prove it to myself I'll just take a left here instead of right that he's indicating to so I don't have to follow him no longer.

"Daddy!" Natalie shouts, making me jump. "Why are we going the other way? Louis is that way!" She points out her window toward the opposite direction.

"Because I've changed my mind." I go around the roundabout, second exit.

"No!" Darcy whines. "You promised! I want to pick strawberries!" She kicks her seat, thrashing a little and shrieking angrily.

"Yeah! That's unfair! Hmph!" Natalie begins sulking, arms crossed tightly and staring through narrowed brows out the window.

Robin looks over at his sisters, catching on that we aren't getting ice cream or strawberries and he begins angrily crying, wailing and kicking and punching his seat. "Wan' ice ceem!"

"Alright!" I bellow over their protests. "We will go but I need you all to just calm down before we get there, okay?" I turn round, following the route that my Google Maps is showing me.

We are now four cars behind Louis and he looks over his shoulder and I presume he notices the car behind him isn't ours because at the four way traffic lights, he takes off his helmet and my phone buzzes with a call.

I slide it across, putting it on speaker.

"The hell?" He yells.

"Calm yourself, we are four cars behind you. We can see you."

"Why aren't you behind me?"

"Louis! Daddy tried to go the other way!" Natalie shouts at the phone.

"Well, that's naughty daddy then, isn't it!" Louis replies.

"It is!" Darcy chimes, picking at her nose.

"Darcy, don't do that, sweetie," I mumble over my shoulder before going back to the phone. "Well, I was having second thoughts but that doesn't matter, how long away are we?"

"Like, five minutes. It's at the third exit at the next roundabout on the left," he replies.

The light turns green.

"Shit, gotta go! You better not turn around again, Styles!" And with that, he hangs up.

I beep my horn to quicken him along, though the people in front are beeping theirs too.

He flips off the person behind him and once his helmet is securely back over his head, he's zooming off down the road.

Sure enough, the sign for the strawberry picking comes into view on the left and I go down the dirt track, stones crunching under the wheels and vibrating the seats.

"I need a wee wee," Natalie announces, squirming in her seat.

"Well, good job we're here then isn't it. We will have to find a toilet, hopefully they're open." We park up beside Louis' bike, him dismounting and leaving his helmet in the compartment under the seat. He looks inside his bike mirror, trying to fix his now flat hair.