Beau Babies / h.s

What Future?

   The next morning, I woke up feeling exceptionally groggy. However I found myself in my own bed, not in the girls’ room so with a satisfying stretch I crawled out of bed and found myself in my pyjamas. I was confused how I even got into them but then left, back to the girls’ room and smiled,

   Harry was slumped on the window seat with his eyes half closed, the triplets were fast asleep in their cots,

   Carefully, I tiptoed around the room and shook Harry, with a moan, his green eyes flickered open, “Oh god,” He arched his body, “My back is killing me,”

   “How come you’re in here?” I asked with a whisper,

   Harry yawned and shrugged, “You fell asleep so I put you to bed and then I guess…” He looked around and grinned, “I guess I fell asleep,” Harry rubbed his forehead and yawned, “God I’m tired,”

   “How long did you stay up for?”

   Biting his lip, he looked up at me, “I honestly can’t remember,”

   With a short laugh I said, “Why don’t you sleep for a couple of hours,” I suggested, “You need to be ready for tomorrow,” I told him,

   Harry sighed, “I guess so,” Taking my hand, we walked back to my bedroom, “Do you mind if I sleep in here?” He asked,

   I shook my head, “No, you do every night now anyway,” I told him with a grin,

   “Fair enough,” He agreed with a smirk, Harry flopped down onto my bed, “Can you wake me up…soon…” Harry snuggled up under the covers and almost instantly, was asleep,

   Quickly, I showered and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt and then Harry’s purple Jack Wills hoodie that he gave to me,

   Underneath, I placed the chain around my neck and smiled at my reflection. The house was silent and so I silently hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen,

   But I stopped dead when I saw an unfamiliar figure sitting with their back to me, “Hello?” I asked cautiously,

   The figure turned around and the distinct face of Poppy smiled at mine, “Hi,”

  “Oh sorry,” I laughed softly at myself, “I didn’t recognise you at first,”

   Poppy smiled again showing me the dimples that dented her pink cheeks, “Oh,” She breathed, Poppy turned back and rested her face in her hands,

   I walked toward the breadbin, “Do you want some?” Poppy lifted her head and looked at me, “Toast?” I watched as she hesitated, “We have nutella,”

   With a grin, Poppy nodded, “Thank you,”

   I put it inside and watched it heat up and crisp the bread, waiting, I looked down at her again, “Are you alright?” I asked,