Chapter 29

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“Oh my god,” Jay stutters, a tear rolling down her cheek as her hand is clasped over her mouth, “He is... Wow. I just...”

Josh hides behind me and I crouch down to match his height.

“Hey buddy,” I whisper, pulling him into a hug, “Grandma Jay will take good care of you, and we’ll be back soon. Just remember I love you. We love you,” I quickly add.

“I love you,” he whimpers slightly a tear rolling down his cheek.

I wipe it away with my thumb, trying to hold back my own tears.

“Don’t cry,” I practically beg, my bottom lip quivering.

He nods, taking in a sharp breath and hugging me before whispering something that makes my tears escape, "You're the mother I never had..."

I kiss him on the cheek, before he walks over to his dad and has a whispered conversation with him. They hug and Lou kisses him on the forehead before Josh walks over to his grandmother.

“I love you,” I call out as we walk to immigration.

You're like the mother I never had.

“Don’t cry, baby,” Louis frowns, “You know you don’t have to come. You can stay with him-”

“It’s fine, Lou, I want to come. One Direction’s last tour,” I smile sadly, intertwining our fingers.

“Hey!” Niall grins and I let go of Louis’ hand to hug Niall.

“I haven’t seen you in two weeks!” I remind him and he hugs me tighter.

“Two weeks too long,” he pouts.

“Definitely.”

“What about my hug? I haven’t seen you either, Niall,” Louis huffs and Niall laughs, pulling away from our hug.

“I missed you, Lou,” Nialler informs him, “But we saw each other three days ago.”

“Oh, right, then get off of me,” Louis pushes him away, smiling.

“Meanie,” Niall grins, rolling his eyes.

“So where are the other uncles then?”

“Gosh, Jess, way to make us feel old,” Harry chuckles, walking out of a coffee shop next to where we’re standing in the airport.

“Harry!” I squeal, tackling him in a hug, “God, I missed you! Don’t ever leave my side again, I’m serious.”

He laughs, hugging me back, “You'll be fine without me. Stick to your future husband.”

“I am,” I wink at him and his eyes widen, making me laugh.

“I’m kidding,” I roll my eyes, backing into Louis.

“This one here,” I pat Louis’ chest, “Is my future husband.”

“You sound so sure of that,” Louis raises his eyebrows and I press my lips to his. When we break apart I speak up again.

“That’s because I am so sure of it.”

“You guys are so cheesy, it’s sickening,” Liam pretends to throw up.

“You’re just jealous,” I fake glare at him, letting a small laugh escape my lips. Oh how I’ve missed these idiots...

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