Til Kingdom Come [Harry Styles- Bk 4]

ch.44 Desmond is something else

We all ate dinner in silence. Well, it was silent for me. Niall and the devil held hands as they spoke dramatically about how they ran into each other in Sicily and how cute they thought they were and shit like that. I tried to tune it all out beause listening to them made my stomach quaesy and my chest tight. I haven't had an asthma attack in years, but if Niall kissed the devil one more time, I'm pretty sure I'll choke on the spot.

"And we were on the beach in Palermo and Nially told me that he mistook my hair for rays of sunshine," she gasped, tossing a few strands of her damned golden hair over her shoulder.

Nially?! Harry nodded politely.  I coughed. Niall took the devil's hand and kissed it softly. I coughed harder, gripping my throat. Niall glanced at me momentarily, then back at his precious demon.

"Angie and I went to Palermo for our honeymoon," Harry reminded them all. He took my hand and kissed my ring. The devil eyed my ring greedily.

"Isn't that one of those nude beaches?" Darcy spoke up.

J.D. shifted uneasily, avoiding me and Harry's gaze.

"Yup. It's where you were conceived, Darc," Becky answered bluntly.

Darcy, J.D., and Des all flushed bright red. Harry covered Farah's ears. She smiled up at him innocently.

Becky glanced at Des and J.D. and patted their shoulders.

"You two were conceived in a park."

Des choked on his soda. J.D. dropped his fork and hit his head on the table in the process of getting it back.

Becky threw her head back and laughed. Tony raised a brow.

"What's con-seeved mean?" Farash spoke up softly.

The entire room stared at Farah. It was one of those moments when parenting boooks didn't help, you just had to go with your instincts.

Becky patted Farah's rosy cheeks.

"It's when a mommy and a daddy lay together and--"

"Becky!" I squeaked.

Even the devil looked uncomfortable. At least she had some discretion. Becky just shrugged her shoulders. "I'll tell you when you're older" she whispered.

Farah nodded obediently.

"Tell us more about your trip," Danny changed the subject. I kicked him under the table. He glared at me.

The devil noticed. I re-composed a fake smile.

"Yes, Niall, tell us how you left home and ventured off to Sicily to find the dev-- I mean my beauiful cousin?" I smiled curtly. Niall chewed his rice slowly.

"Well" he began. The devil leaned her head against his shoulder, like a love-struck puppy. "I've lived in Westwood all my life. My parents and their parents before them have all been here since the potatoe famine days before the Civil War."

Everyone watched his face as he spoke. My fists tightened.

"But I needed to see the rest of the world, see what it had to offer before my time ran out."

The devil smirked, patting the tuft of Niall's curly blonde chest hairs. 

"Why Sicily?" I asked calmly.

"It's a beautiful country."

"Why now?" I raised a brow.

"I'm 38" he chuckled lightly.

"Why her?"

Niall stared at me. Everyone's mouths seemed to hang open in sync. Even Harry shook his head in disappointment.