Yellow.

thirty one.

Don't you just love them and me?
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"Oh shit," Iman hums, slowly shifting on the bed.

"It's a baby girl." Louis says, flashing her a bright and clearly fake smile.

"Shut up," she mumbles, waving him off.

"What should I say? You have slept for so long," he teases, nodding his head to the other side.

"Harry," Iman breathes out, unable to fight back her bright smile.

The past four hours has felt so peaceful for Iman, sleeping right next to Harry and feeling the weight of the world being lifted off her dainty shoulders. It has been an utterly unexplainable comfort with his hand around her waist, and a little bit of sneaky kisses being pressed to his neck, and sometimes cheek.

Although, she is in great need for a bath and proper use of a toothbrush because of her mint drops are running out. Iman gently sits up on the bed, aching from a strained back and pushing her fussy hair from her face. The room is quiet, but from the sight of the school bag and Ellie now moved to the visitor's chair, it is clear that Myra is either around or was here.

"Tarzan has been quiet and insisted on staying by the window, do your magic," Louis speaks, quirking up an eyebrow her ways.

"One magic I need right now is a good wash and some good food," Iman murmurs, patting her tummy and rolling her eyes.

Louis claps his hand and picks up a brown takeout paper bag with oil splotched around it, and places it on the bedside table with a confident smile. The aroma from the bag causes Iman's stomach to let out a loud rumble, and she flushes at the thought of Harry hearing that. But that is not possible, Harry is heavily engrossed with the sight presented through the window.

"You got me Mexican food? I owe you so much," she beams, blowing a kiss to Louis.

"Eew, do that to tarzan. Yes, you sure owe me," he scoffs.

"Do you know if he is feeling better or nah?" Iman asks, hauling herself up the bed and giving a stretch.

"Look," Louis gasps, turning her face to Harry. "He is right there, you can ask him you know that right?"

"Do you always have to be annoying?" Iman huffs, shrugging him off with a frown.

"Liam called, he might be coming later on with Aidan by the way," he smiles at her.

"Yes! Where is Anne?" Iman asks, getting out the packet of mint drops from her pocket.

"Okay so, Anne, Gemma and Myra are having lunch down the road. Niall, some old man and some twins left not long ago," he answers.

"Louis? Did they all see me sleeping next to Harry?" her voice drops, and she gulps before popping the drop into her mouth.

"Oh yes, and everybody stayed quiet, they like you," Louis teases, cupping her shoulders.

"Oh fuck. What was I thinking? I got carried away," Iman panics, wondering why Harry is so quiet to himself.

"Shut up. You were exhausted and tired, Deja said you needed the rest and every single person understood that so please, shut up Iman and go be with your man," Louis advices, firming up his voice with a little frown.

Iman squeaks to herself and smiles.

"He is not my man!" she whispers and widens her eyes. "Not yet, I think."

"Eew you guys are all cute and you know, like some old couple when you are barely dating," he whines, urging her to go over to Harry.

"Gosh, stop talking," Iman giggles, breathing into her palm and appreciating the mint.