Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 71: Secret Selfies and Spaghetti Moustaches

Beth's POV

Jamie is snuggled into me and it's after a while since he has asked me to take over reading for him, that a few pages later, I feel his body start to twitch. I stop reading and look down at him to find he's fallen asleep.

I close the book and draw the blanket up around his shoulders, cuddling him as I watch the rain hit the bay windows.

I've always loved watching thunderstorms.

The farm has given us some spectacular lightshows where we've sat outside and watched them go around us and off into the distance.

A particularly loud snap of thunder seems to be right over the top of us and the power suddenly goes out, silencing the house.

Well except for the accompanying yelp of fright from Nick.

I look over to the doorway and wait for him to come walking through and after about thirty seconds, he materialises.

"Took you long enough," I smirk.

"Thought I'd better see how you and Jamie are," he says.

I glance down at the sleeping child on me and back up to Nick.

"As you can see we're perfectly fine," I smile, "so you can go back into the lounge if you like."

His eyes dart to the window and I watch them widen at the lightning as it lights up the room.

"Nah," he says, "I'm good here thanks," and he wanders over to the couch and sits down.

Well now what am I going to do with myself?

I pull my phone out of my pocket, intent on playing a block game I've recently become obsessed with when my Twitter app catches my eye.

Should I?

No.

Yes.

No.

It's like looking at a dessert trolley and just sniffing at it.

I bite my lip and open the app up, typing in Harry's name.

Well shit.

There are photos of us from the day at the park in so many posts.

So many photos.

I don't remember seeing that many people taking them though.

I mean, were they hiding up in the fucking trees?

There are close up's of Harry and Chloe on the carousel and I start to look through the comments and thankfully they're all going on about how cute they look together and how he'll be a wonderful dad one day.

Admittedly, there were a few 'daddy' comments directed at Harry and they aren't regarding impending fatherhood and they make me cringe with embarrassment.

I ignore the eventual link being referenced between Harry, Louis and the boys as 'their kids.'

Fuck me, seriously?

Then I look at the photos of Harry and I.

In just about every one of them, he's looking at me, even if I'm not always looking back at him.

I never even noticed that.

I start scrolling though some of the comments and to say they're mixed is quite the understatement.

There are those saying how happy Harry looks and that they like seeing him with someone who's 'normal' and 'down to earth.'

Well that's true.