Live While We're Young

Live While We're Young: Chapter 8

Tink’s POV

The party that night was crazy, Harry and I were insatiable.....but I woke up the next morning anxious to see my baby girl.

“Harry!!! get up!!!!” i squealed, smacking his ass.

He grunted and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. "Five more minutes Mummy." he mumbled sleepily, before sticking his butt up in the air like a cat. I let out a growled and bit him. That always seemed to work. Harry made a strange noise....sort of like a mouse being trodden on....and he shot up, with his arms flailing everywhere.

"I said get up," I giggled.

"You still didn't have to bite me." He pouted while rubbing his backside. I moved over to him and began rubbing his backside softly.

'better?' I cooed, kissing his lips.

"Much better." he whispered huskily, before leaning in for another kiss. He cupped my face gently with one hand and used the other to pull my leg over his hip.

"uh uh.. none of that Mr. styles... my baby girl is gonna be here soon.." I chuckled. Harry started to protest, but I raised my brow and made a 'don't even think about it face. He pouted a bit and I kissed his bottom lips before going into my bag to get dress.

"Baaaabbbeeeee it's not fair to tell me no and bend over in front of me....." he whined. I smirked and shook my back side a bit.

"Sorry," I giggled. A growl of frustration came out of his mouth...which was a very sexy sound, just sayin'.....and he slid out from under the wrinkled sheets.

"If teasing were a full time job you'd make a fortune." he joked, padding over to the bathroom completely starkers and shaking those curls.

I growled a bit, "You're one to talk Harry Edward...." He giggled cheekily and stuck his tongue out at me, then disappeared into the bathroom. I finished getting dressed and went out to make breakfast. After harry came out of the bedroom Amelia came in the room on Zayn's back.

"Hey look, it's Zayn the Pony." smirked Harry, as he jumped onto the couch and clicked on the TV.

"Amelia.. get off him, honey..." I said. Zayn dismissed my words with a wave of his hands.

"It's cool Tink, don't worry. Don't forget I have younger sisters; I'm used to this sort of thing." he smiled.

"I know.... but I think.. Harry might be feeling a little... left out.. she's so attached to you..." i whispered for only Zayn and I to hear.

"That's a very good point." he whispered back. He sat Amelia on her feet and pointed at Harry. "Why don't you go and give Harry a big hug for me?"

"Okay!" she grinned and ran over and launched herself onto my boyfriend.

"hi Hawwy!" she cooed. I saw him smile as the tiny person latched her arms around his middle. He lifted her onto his lap and I swear, you could practically see his heart melting.

"Hi Princess." he said, the smile evident in his voice. She grinned and poked his dimple, before she shook her hair and swiped it to the side. 'Shake shake swipe,' she giggled. Zayn snorted beside me and he clamped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

"Knock it off Malik." I said with a roll of the eyes.

"Uh huh.. where did you learned to do that?!" harry chuckled.

"My mommy.... when she danced in her towel after her showers. She calls it Harry Styling it...." Amelia said proudly, only making me blush embarrassed.  That was too much for Zayn. He collapsed to the ground in hysterical laughter and was soon clutching his stomach and gasping for air.