Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

23. Aggitation

*Couple days later*

*Harry's P.O.V*

Everyone was here and rushing around to get what they needed.

We all decided to have a kind of get together at mine and Aeron's flat. Everyone was exhausted from our stupid and late night antics and they had stayed over last night. Simon also called us to tell us that we have to come into the studio and listen to some songs we might like to put on our fifth album. Our tour is in about two months too. It'd be easier if we all got ready in the same area.

"Harry?! I need you!" I hear Aeron shout.

I cursed under my breath from finishing dressing Annabelle.

The three kids were going to stay at my mum's for a few hours and then we're taking them to Niall's mum's, so they can stay there for a few days. Us adults, need time with the person we're with.

"Daddy, that's a bad word." Anna says.

I chuckled and pecked her cheek.

"Sorry, princess. Niall, can you finish getting Anna ready?" I ask him.

He was standing beside Elizabeth who had been putting Claire's shoes on. He looked over and gave a small smile.

"Yeah, of course."

I nodded and straightened up to go upstairs to the room.

"Coming, babe." I call.

I got to the door and pushed it open. Aeron was standing beside the bed, reaching for her zipper. It was on her back and she looked like she was having problems.

"Yes, babe?" I ask.

She turned and smiled at me.

"I can't reach it. Can you get it, please?"

I nodded and walked over, turning her to face the wall. I gripped the zipper and tugged it up, hearing it fasten.

Aeron let a sigh of relief leave her colored lips and turned to face me.

"Thank you. I was starting to think I was getting fat." She smiles.

I shook my head and kissed her lips, briefly.

"You're not. You're the perfect size, love." I say.

She giggled.

"Harry, Anna threw up!" I hear.

I groaned and looked at Aeron.

She wrapped her arms around my torso and got on her toes to press a kiss to my lips. I put my hands on her hips and rubbed circles into the fabric of her jeans.

"I got it, baby. No need to stress, mkay?" She whispered.

"Alright, but maybe you should get ready quicker," I paused to glance down at my silver and white watch.

Simon said to be ready by three and it was almost two-thirty. No one was finished and we had to get the kids to my mum's fast.

"We have to be gone in ten."

Aeron scoffed.

"Simon'll understand if we're late. There's eleven people running around our house like chickens with their heads cut off. He can wait a little longer."

"Yeah. But, the fans can't. So move your bum a little faster." I say, poking her cheek with the tip of my nose and she pulled away to go to the closet.

"I'm happy you stayed here." I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

She pulled back with a pair of gold studded wedges to match the black jeans and camo crop top she had on. She sat on the bed and slipped them on. After that she went back to the closet and grabbed a black leather vest Zayn baught her for her birthday, last year, sliding that over her body and zipped it a little less than halfway.