Anna || HS

Anna 2- CHAPTER 56

*** A/N: So, If Harry HAD called it HOME ON TOUR (after he released Harry's House) it could have been the H.O.T, or HSHOT tour and the H.O.T band. HUGE Marketing opportunity missed there. He should have hired me :)

~ Summer 2022: Part 1~

Harry- 28
Anna- 28
August- 5
Robin- 4
Florence- 3!
Hazel and Milo- 23-25 Months

~May 2022~

Harry POV:

I'm landing soon in Oslo, and I couldn't be more excited to see Anna, and the kids, again. I have a couple days off, one before the show and one after, that we are staying at the house in Norway. Anna has been all over the place with the kids, and the tabloids have been getting really good pictures of them for me, much to my dismay. Luckily, privacy laws are more strict in regards to posting photographs of minors there, so even though Anna is all over the internet with them, their faces are blurred out.

"What time did you tell her you would be there?" Jeff asks me from his seat next to me in the back of the car.

"Why?" I ask him. "Because you know as well as I do that she has the tour itinerary."

"We need to do fittings for the South American leg of tour sometime while you are in Norway. Gucci sent everything to your house there and Lambert can do it, but I was hoping maybe we could cross that off the list and just get it done before you go into family mode?"

"If you didn't want me to go into family mode, you probably shouldn't have had the outfits delivered to my house. Where I live. With my family." I say, sarcastically. "There's a very good chance that everything I try on will end up ruined by tiny little hands with god knows what on them."

"So, that's a no." Jeff stares down at his lap, typing on his laptop- probably an email about fittings happening later today. "Tour fittings will be a family thing."

"In case you haven't caught on, Jeff, it's all a family thing."

The car turns down the familiar road and I smile in anticipation. We pull up outside and catch August and Robin running alongside the house with kites in their hands. The wind is strong on the hillside that the house stands on. There are trees in the distance, but the open field between them, that happens to be at the bottom of that hillside, forms a wind tunnel perfect for kite flying.

"Daddy!" Robin shouts from the far side of the yard as my boot clad foot hits the gravel driveway. She drops her kite, running for me with a big, dimpled smile. She really did get the best of both of us, but you could have never convinced me when she was born that she would end up with my brown hair.

"Darling," I say swooping her up in my arms as August's kite takes to the sky.

"Dad, look! I got it," Auggie says proudly as the kite whips back and forth in the breeze.

"Well done!" I say, but Robin takes my face in her hands, turning my head to pay attention to her, a thing she has done since she was old enough to want my attention. "Oh, was there something you wanted to tell me?" I ask with a smile as she nods.

"Tell me my darling Wren, what you did with your cousin this week?" I ask and she goes into a very long explanation of their week and what they did while I was busy on stage, or sleeping. So. Much. Sleep.

That's the one thing that I don't get very much of when Anna and the kids are on tour with me. I used to make a habit of taking a shower and going back to my hotel room and falling asleep for the next eleven or twelve hours after a show. Sometimes even thirteen, but you don't get to sleep in past 7am when you have five children all age five and under. There's also the fact that Anna and I cannot keep our hands off one another and the hours of sleep dwindle. I can only survive so many days going to bed after midnight and waking up between 6am and 7am after a show before the next show starts to suffer.