I Love You. [h.s]

15.

||H A R R Y||

Tuesday 19th February, 2015.
6:03pm, London, England.

"Gemma said she was going to be here with Katie 15 minutes ago." I sighed, my head turning towards the door but as for the consequences, it resulted with a spray can smack on my head. "Oi, I'm excited to see the little babe too but I think she'd prefer it if her Dad was fully groomed before getting a hug and kiss in. Now look forward!" Lou scolded me, her perfectly manicured hands gently holding the front of my jaw and along the sides of my neck, making me face the mirror again.

"God, I can't wait to see the mini star. She's been the talk of the day between Lou and I." Caroline laughed, her hands going to fix Liam's outfit for the Brits. Yep, tonight were The Brit Awards, and after a few pleasant (note my sarcasm) meetings with my representatives, they were acquainted with Katie and I'd suggested if Katie would be my mini plus one to the Awards, so that she could be officially introduced into the world in which I'd been feeling for almost four years of my life. The fans would get a sight of my baby girl and my baby girl would get a sight of the enthusiastic fans.

After a few harsh and stubborn words, management obliged my lectures on taking complete care of my daughter and being sure that she wasn't a trouble on the boys' and I's big night. Once I got through the word "Brit." To Katie, squeals of positive confirmation left her mouth as she twirled and skipped as much as she could around the bedroom. The talk of the house was only questions of what would happen or what she should wear.

And 'twas needed of Aunt Gem.

I took it upon myself to invite le Gemmazilla so that she could take my princess shopping and informed my older sister to splurge some money for herself on my card.

To which she responded with a glare and, "I'm not a bone-idle person, Harry, I have my own damn money and work hard as a woman. I don't need to use my little brother's money, only for my birthday and Christmas."

And i just smacked her square across the head and just told her "Alright woman, gosh. Shoot me for trying to spoil my big sister."

A lot of eye rolls and scoffs were exchanged that day, but siblings being siblings, it was just banter and we both knew that the other never takes the insults to heart.

Only when someone pulls the "Your Mum." Card.

It is world war 3.

Then Mum is included.

Absolute bloodbath, I tell ya.

"What if they're late for the Awards?" I murmured worriedly. What am I saying? There's two more hours left for the damn thing to start!

"You have GOT to be kid-" before Lou could finish her sentence, a knock was heard which Niall went to attend to with two crutches supporting his body.

"Aye, it's my favourite girls!" Niall cheered with his heavy Irish accent, two feminine giggles following right after. "The two of ya look absolutely gorgeous, c'mon in." Niall complimented God knows who, myself not risking turning around in fear of Lou's beatings with a frickin' spray can.

In the mirror in front of me, I could see the two happy faces of Sophia and Eleanor, their hair nicely done and their bodies wearing formal clothes for tonight's event. "Hi everybody, you look rather dapper." Eleanor complimented, of course going more towards Louis as she gave his shoulder a pleasant squeeze, his arm immediately wrapping around her waist.

"Thanks, love. I could say the same to you." I could see Eleanor blushing and giggling in response as Sophia went to sit next to Liam on the bed as there weren't many seats in the busy hotel room. "Right, you're done." Lou patted my shoulder and motioned with her thumb to go over to a waiting Caroline who was holding my black suit jacket. With one look of my freshly gelled and hair sprayed hair in the mirror, I got up and went over to the smiling stylist.