Life Goes On

Oh my love (2)

I rolled over lazily and searched for Harry. Having a small heart attack when I don't find him, I quickly slide on some sweats before running down the stairs. I quickly come to the realization when turning the curve into the kitchen that Harry was Infact okay. He was making my favorite breakfast also. Blueberry pancakes and coffee.

I walk over and wrap my arm around his bare waist. Smiling I kiss his lips and then walk away to make my coffee.

"Ya know Haz. You would be a good mom" I joked. Only for him to slap my bum with the spatula. I laugh as I set down at the island.

"Haha. I know. Best of the best to. Oh, my love Your mom called and said you better have your bum in Doncaster before lunch today."

He laughs when I fall on the floor. Being all dramatic and acting scared. His hearty laugh was enough to power me through the rest of the week.

"Well hurry up with my food then!" I mumble getting up from the floor and sliding back in my seat. He laughs but sets the food in front of me. I hungrily shove the food in my mouth.

Breakfast was over and I worked on cleaning the kitchen as Haz got in the shower. I was left alone long enough to start thinking about a family. I put the last dish away and made my way upstairs, picturing our house filled with laughter and toys. I walk into our bedroom and attempt to pick an outfit.

"Ugh! This is harder then I remember it being" I complain as I pick out another shirt. I quickly slide on the vans shirt and jeans before finally sliding on my Vans shoes.

"That's because you don't have to wear the same thing everyday now" Harry says as he puts on a plain black shirt and some jeans. Finishing the outfit off with his boots. I roll my eyes at my boyfriend,-soon to be fiancé if I would just propose- before walking to our bathroom and quickly brushing my teeth. Once done I walk back out to Harry.

  Quickly we kiss before I grab his hand and we walk out the door and to my parked Toyota. I slide in the drivers seat as he does the same to the passenger before I start the car and I'm out the driveway.

  We talked about anything and everything. I told him about some of the friends I made and he told me about the success of his fandom. Telling me they call us Larry stylinson what ever the fuck that is.He also told me his fans call the fandom "Stylesers"

  To be honest, I'm glad we still have the click. I'm glad we can talk about anything randomly. It could be utterly discusting and we would both be fine with it.

  "Hey Harry" I interrupt him of telling a story about his new niece.

"Yeah?" He looks at me quizingly  

"I love you."

"I love you too anyways back to Jenny-" the rest of the hour drive I learned all about Jenny, his four month old niece.

  God, do I love Harry styles. How could one not love Harry styles? He Is perfect. Every fucking inch of him. His long hair, his toned skin, his muscles, our matching tattoos. Everything to his pinky toe is perfect. I love him. God I love him. He makes me feel like the luckiest man alive. Which I am.

Once we get to my mums house I park the car and we walk in Hand in hand. I don't bother to knock because, I did grow up here so?

Phoebe and Lottie were the first to notice us. Lottie runs and gives me a hug while commenting "there's the two love birds". I give all my sisters hugs before walking with Harry to the kitchen.

"Mum.." I call but I find her cooking something that smells utterly amazing in the kitchen. She gasps when she sees me but runs and gives me a bone-crushing hug.