A Year to Remember (BOOK 2)

Time to go

1 MONTH later

One month came and went and it went by fast. Harry was on the phone with the boys and they will be getting on the bus in about two hours, along with Y/n and Darcy. Speaking of Darcy she was five months old now and a lot more active. Harry was playing peek a boo with her when Y/n walked in. "Do we have everything?" Harry picked Darcy up and answered Y/n decent certainty. "I...think so? I'm not too worried about me but do you have clothes?" He pointed at Darcy. "Does she have everything she needs? If not we will have to make a shopping trip on the way to the bus." Y/n smiled and took Darcy from Harry, talking to her. "Mommy thinks we have everything. But daddy needs to make sure we have her favorite blankie and paci, doesn't he?" Darcy laughed and hid her face in her hands on Y/n's shoulder. Y/n laughed and rubbed her babies back. "Oh I love you. So much. Go on now, tell daddy you need a nappy change so mommy can put our things by the door." Harry laid Darcy on the bed and instantly almost threw up. "God child, what did you eat?" Harry gagged because Darcy made a mess. He cleaned her up and put a fresh nappy and outfit on her. "There we go. That better?" Darcy looked at Harry in a quizzical way. Studying his face and then he heard it. Darcy blew out her diaper. "Oh come on, Darcy! I'm leaving this one for mommy." Y/n came into the room. "Leave what for mom- oh god what is that smell?" Harry pointed at Darcy. "That." Y/n changed her baby and put another fresh outfit on her. "There. Now if you blow out these I'm leaving you here." Harry's phone went off and there was a knock at the door. The car was here and security was coming to take the luggage. Harry took Darcy from Y/n and put her in the carseat. "Harry can I ask you something before we go?" Harry fastened Darcy and put her little blanket over her. "Of course baby, what's up?" Y/n looked at Darcy. "Can you make sure you're the only one putting her in the carseat? You're the only one I trust with that part. I don't care who holds her as long as we know them but you're her daddy so I want you to be the one taking her in and out of the car and putting her in her seat." Harry grabbed the carseat with Darcy inside. "Fine with me. I don't want to risk someone not fastening her correctly or something." Harry leaned over to give Y/n a kiss and off they went, and wouldn't be back for another six months.
   Entering the bus as a lot different then last time. The beds was bigger and the bus in its entirety was bigger. Nobody else was on the bus when Harry, Y/n and Darcy got there and they explored it. They noticed the bed they would have because it had a little bassinet next to it. "Aw that was sweet of them, wasn't it? I was worried about rolling in her in the middle of the night or something." Darcy made a few noises and started to whimper. Y/n went over to her and got her out do her car seat. Her bottom lip was pouted and she has little tears. "Now what's wrong? Is it time to eat? Why, yes it is. Let's go to the back so mommy can help with that." Harry followed Y/n to the back and put their luggage that was with them in the compartment that was provided for them. Y/n sat on the bed and held Darcy and began to feed her. Y/n was patting her butt making the little baby sleepy. She ate about 20 minutes and she was out like a light. Y/n laid her down on the bed and left the door open so either her or Harry could hear her. Harry was looking in the fridge and Y/n came up behind him and started to rub his shoulders. "Damn baby. Don't stop." Y/n rubbed Harry's shoulders and finally he turned around and hugged her waist. "I love you." He leaned down and kissed her for a few moments. The two parted and Y/n put her hand on Harry's face. "I love you too." Harry hugged her, and lifted her up in the air, feet dangling. The two were interrupted by the bus door opening and seeing a blonde Irish boy coming up the steps. "Oh! Ello, lovebirds. The other three coming behind me. Excuse me." Y/n stopped Niall before he could go any further. "Niall Darcy is taking her nap back there. Please be quiet or she will be incredibly cranky." Niall agreed and proceeded to go to the back. He came out and looked through the fridge. The doors opened again to Louis, Liam and Zayn talking about tour. "I'm telling ya, mate. If we have anyone throw a bra on stage don't touch it. You never know where that thing has been." Zayn rolled his eyes at Liam's comment they all noticed Y/n telling them to shush. "The baby is asleep back there. Please be quiet when you go put your things up." The rest of the boys came out and sat on the couch, all of them talking including Y/n. About an hour later Darcy woke up screaming for her parents. Harry went and got her and brought her out to see her mommy and uncles. "There she is! She's a beautiful baby!" Louis was grinning ear to ear. He reached out to her but she wasn't having it, burying her face into Harry's shoulder and wrapping her little arms around his neck. He rubbed her back and before he knew it she was out again. He decided to hold her and he sat in the couch. He little chunky cheeks looked like a chipmunk and the boys got a kick out of it. "She looks relaxed. I don't know if I could be if I was in Harry's arms." Liam's comment made everyone giggle.
"Do you think she will do okay? Like on the bus?" Y/n answered Zayns question. "I think so. She needs to get used to it, but this is what we gotta do. I think she will do great."
     After Darcy woke up and was in a decent mood, Al other boys held her, admiring her. They loved babies and thankfully Darcy loved all of them. She was incredibly close to being able to sit by herself. Louis and Liam were sat in the floor of the bus playing with her, and she was sitting in between Louis legs, leaning against him. "See this ball, love? We're gonna throw it and hit Uncle Niall right in the goods." Niall gave a panicked look and covered himself. Zayn took her and held her up to the window, letting her look outside and all the colors. Liam fed her, and burped her, surprisingly not wearing it in the form of throw up after. Everything was perfect but it had only just begun.