Hey Angel - Harry Styles Series

Family Chat - Part 78

"Mommy!" Ella smiled waving into the camera.

"Hi, baby," you smiled waving back to her.

"Mummy! Hi!" Jackson giggled. "Where's Daddy?"

"Right here," Harry laughed peeking over your shoulder.

"Yay!" He smiled. "I miss ya."

"I miss you too, buddy, but we'll be home in a few days," Harry said putting his chin on your shoulder. "Are you being good for Hunter and your Mum?"

"Duh," Jackson smirked. "I a perfect angel."

You and Harry both laughed. "I bet you are," he smiled.

"Ella, what about you?" You asked.

"I awesome! I make Unca Hunta pway wif me," she smirked.

"Yeah, she put makeup on him, it was funny," Jackson said.

"I've been there," Harry mumbled.

You elbowed him in the side.

"Ow," he groaned rubbing his side.

"Mummy," Jackson said.

"Yeah, buddy?" You smiled.

"What that on your shoulda," Jackson asked.

You looked at him confused and looked down, realizing he was referring to the discoloration of a spot on your shoulder, which was a hickey, but you weren't about to tell the five-year-old that.

"Oh, um, its a bruise," you said. "I uh... I ran into a door."

Harry smirked and tried to hide his snicker in the background, which caused you to hit him in the stomach yet again.

"Fucking..." he mumbled.

"Anyway, baby we loved talking to you and Ella, but we better go," you sighed.

"Aww," they pouted.

"I know," you whispered. "But we'll be home soon."

"We love you," Harry smiled.

"Love ya, too," they both said before you all waved bye hung up the face time.

Harry sighed and laid back on the bed. "I miss them," he said.

"I miss them too," you sighed laying back next to him.

"So, that door you ran into... was it a big one?" He smirked.

"Oh shut up," you said hitting him again. "I was trying not to scar our son and here you are laughing and smirking like a fifteen-year-old you gave a girl a hickey for the first time."

"Ow! Stop being so violent," he groaned. "Your elbow hurts."

"Aww, you poor thing," you laughed.

**

Later that day, you were getting dressed for dinner with Harry. Even though it was just right outside near the pool, you wanted to look nice, especially since you haven't really been dressed much since you arrived in Hawaii. You had just finished doing your makeup when you got a notification on your phone.

It was an email from Macy, your old boss back at The Late Late Show.

"Y/N!

I've missed you! How are you doing? How are those precious babies and that drop-dead, handsome husband of yours? Anyway, besides for catching up, I wanted to email you about an amazing opportunity coming up.