We MaDe It

20.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Is that you?"

"Yes."

Yaser muttered something incoherent having been woken from sleep. Harry wasn't quite sure whether his father in law was speaking English.

"I'm sorry. ." Harry apologised.

"Where are calling from? Your number is showing up as no caller ID?"

"I'm at the office."

"At two in the morning? What are you doing there at this time? Harry, wait a second stay on the line, okay?"

"Okay." Harry sighed listening to him mumbling to someone else, probably Trisha. He felt bad for waking them up, he hadn't plan to either. It just happened. Next he heard Yaser huffing, probably getting of bed.

After a minute Yaser spoke again. "Harry, you there?"

"Yes."

"I'm in the kitchen. We can speak without waking anyone up."

Harry could hear a door closing as Yaser chuckled sounding tired. "I.. I can call again in the morning."

"Nonsense." Yaser yawned. "I'm up now it'll take forever for me to sleep again. So, what's going on."

"Everything is so disjointed. I'm expected to be the strong one and not fall apart. But how can I do that when everything else around me seems like its falling apart? How can I fix things, Yaser?"

"I hear what you're saying but can you do something for me before we continue? Breathe. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. By how your voice is shaking and strained, Harry, I would say you're two phone calls away from burning out. Just take time to breathe. Alright?"

Harry nodded though Yaser couldn't see him and took deep breaths that turned into shallow quick ones as he started crying shedding two months of tears he's been holding back.

It's been two months Brooklyn was laid him to rest. It has been hard on everyone. His household, as well as everyone's else that knew Brooklyn couldn't believe he was gone. Whether they believe it or not, he was gone and his passing left a trail of heartbroken people.

Unless you've walked a mile in someone else's shoes you cannot judge them, Harry was aware of that. But sometimes he wouldn't help wonder if Brooklyn ever thought of the children before deciding to end it all.

Alfie was too young to grasp what was going on. Leo understood Brooklyn was with the angels and never coming back.

Harry couldn't be prouder of his older children, Yaz, Elijah and Mason. They took everything in their stride, cocooned Leo, Alfie and their younger siblings with hugs and love. The truth it was the adults that were the ones falling apart and disjointed. To be specific Niall.

Niall was taking grief badly and locked himself in his own house he bought with Brooklyn since the funeral. Their unborn five month old daughter didn't make it.

She breathed and lived for four hours. When Harry and Zayn were having their pillow-talk, Zayn had said her alive for those four hours was more torturous than if she had not lived at all.

The hospital suggested they give her a name. Since Niall had been overwhelmed with loss and was in no right state of mind to do so. Harry and Zayn decided Leo should named her. She was his younger sister. Mason helped Leo came up with the name Aisha.