One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 11.

                                                        *** Harry's POV:***

"Sweet, sweet Victoria." I hear myself mumble as I stroke Vic's hair. Her eyes are clenched shut, and only her shaky breathing pierces the silence in the room. Her honeyed brown hair cascaded behind her, and falls onto her white silky pillow. I've literally been combing her delicate hair for hours now. I kiss her flawless forehead, and tug the comforter back onto her, covering her bare shoulders.

I pull on a ratty John Lennon tee-shirt, and make my way out of our bed room.

Before I could pull my self away from the weirdest of all baby thoughts, my cell phone vibrates in my pocket, and I swiftly pick it up.

"Hello?" I softly ask.

"Is this Harry Styles?"

"Err...yes?" And I immideatly regret it. It's probably a desperate paparazzi chick wondering if Victoria and I are at our beach house in Malibu. Like thats a possibility.

"Fantastic. This is Junie Baker. I'm a distant relative."

"Oh really?" I sarcastically groan. Sure, and my aunt is the Queen of England.

"No, really Harold. I'm Allison's daughter."

...Who the bloody heck is Allison?

She lets out a blissful chirp, that tingles my insides. "Allison Mertle, ya know. Your "aunt" that married into the family..."

Silence.

"Your uncle Rob's wife."

"Aunt Ay?" I ask, people's faces flashing back.

She chirps in laughter again. "Now you've got the hang of it! I'm her biological daughter, but my father isn't your Uncle Rob."

"Ah. I see." I nod, and plop down on the beanie chair in the living room. I shake a curl out of my eyes.

"Yeah! So technically I'm your cousin, but not by blood. By family. I've known your Uncle Rob for years and years. He's the best."

"I agree." I say, and crack a smile thinking about family.

"Anyways, I'm flying in from Russia, and I have nowhere to stay. Unfortuneatly my mom and Uncle Rob flew out to Germany, so I can't stay with them, but I have no other relatives. I know this has been sudden, but I really need somewhere to stay. Just for a couple of days. Can I please be your little roomie, Cousin Harold?"

"Woah. Thats a lot of information intake in the last 3 minutes. I'm not so sure how my wife, Victoria, will take it, but I'll talk to her and call you back. Do you have a phone number?"

I could literally hear the smile in her voice as she rambled off digits with a gorgeous accent.

"Thank you so much, Harold."

"Just Harry." I grinned.

"Harry." She laughs, and whispers a "farewell" before hanging up.

I smile and slide the i-Phone back in my pocket.

"Who was that?" I hear a voice behind me curiously ask.

I gulp, and turn around. There stands Victoria.

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                                                     ***Fleur's POV:***

"Are you really going to America, now?" Anna asked, eying me as I threw a bunch of shirts into a white suitcase.

"Yup." I huffed, zipping the husky, bulging suitcase up. 

"I can't believe you tricked Harry Styles."

"Well, you start getting desperate, and measures and stretched to extremes, Anna." I simply explained, and shot her a grin.

"Well, have fun."

"Oh I will. All I need to do now is find a way to get rid of Victoria. Then my job shall be simple."

"What's your focal point in this mission again Fleur?"

"Well thats a secret, locked away in the depths of my soul." I said cryptically

She shot me a look. "I worry about you sometimes"

"I worry about myself too." I grinned.

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