Right From The Start -H.S. AU

9

I'm losing my god damn mind in this house.

Not only has it been almost five weeks since the twins were born, but nearly three months since I was sentenced to bed rest. I love being here with them and Harry, and I feel very blessed, but I'm on the verge of going absolutely insane.

I desperately need to brush my hair, change into clothes that don't have spit up on them, and talk to someone that isn't my annoyingly perfect husband or an infant. Luckily, Phoebe heard the urgency in my tone when I called her and she and Mia were outside my house in less than twenty minutes.

"Oh my god, I needed this." I say softly, setting my coffee mug on the table and lean my head back, inhaling the cool February air.

We're sitting on the terrace of a little cafe just outside the city. My hair is swept over one shoulder, my Versace trench coat secured tightly around me. I managed to find jeans that made it up over my ass, but no one needs to know they're far from being buttoned.

"Mia, how's it going managing the barn after the move?" I ask curiously. She grimaces into her cup before steeling her expression.

"Fine," she clearly lies, "just some learning curves."

"Like what?" I push, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I'm getting complaints from clients about some of the staff." She sighs and sets her pink mug down before rubbing her temple. "One minute they're rude, the next they're always on the phone. It's just hard to keep things in order when I'm not there."

"I'm sorry." Guilt blooms in my chest. Niall and Mia moved here because they wanted to, but also to help Harry and me when the twins were born.

"Wipe that look off your face, Violet Styles." Mia says sternly. "You will not blame yourself for any of my problems, okay?"

I roll my eyes at her and shift my focus to my other best friend.
"Pheebs, how are you? I feel like we haven't gotten to talk all that much the last few months."

"Things are good." She says quickly, nodding her head. I furrow my eyebrows at her. "Work is good. My parents are good. Just got a wax..."

"Okay-" I shake my head at her and lean forward onto the table. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Well-"

"Spit it out, Anderson." I cut off another excuse from her and she sighs.

"It's just...Cam and I..." she drops her head a little and I can feel my heart fall from my chest and roll into oncoming traffic.

"Phoebe..." I reach for her hand and she grabs mine, finally looking up into my eyes.

"We're engaged!" She blurts out, making my mouth drop open. I look back and forth between her eyes as she grins before I drop my gaze to her left hand in mine. Sure enough, there's a massive rock on her dainty finger.

"What the fuck!" I stand up from my seat and pull her to her feet and into my arms. She squeals softly and hugs me back, both of us giggling.
"When did that happen?!"

"This past weekend." She explains as we sit back down. "He popped the question at two a.m. while we were in the closed down restaurant trying new menu ideas. He didn't even have the ring on him. He said he had an elaborate plan, speech and everything, but in the moment the question just fell out of his mouth. Oh, Violet, it was perfect."

My eyes well up seeing the emotion in hers and I clasp my hands together, holding them against my chest.
"I'm so happy for you." I tell her honestly and glance between her and Mia. "My two best friends getting married."