One of these Days

House Hunting and Room Designing

"Harry!" I called from my spot on the bed. I had my laptop placed in front of me, me legs crossed.

"Yeah?" Harry asked, peaking his head in the door. I motioned him to look at the screen in front of me with hopeful eyes. For the past week we have been looking for a house to move into with no luck; but this one looked promising, a bit pricey, but promising.

I watched Harry's face as he looked it over. His eyebrows crinkled in concentration and he bit his bottom lip. I hoped he liked it, the process of looking for a house close to the city, but safe for two babies was quite a stressful task.

"So..?" I asked, adverting my attention from the screen to Harry and back to the screen again.

"I like it. We can go check it out tomorrow?" I nodded my head eagerly with a wide smile. I hoped it was what it looked like on the screen. It wasn't too bad; it had four bedrooms, two and a half baths, a small backyard, only one set of stairs, and it was only a twenty minute drive into the city. 

"This could be it, Harry," I told him. The more I looked at it, the more I wanted to buy it already. It couldn't have been more perfect in my opinion. Harry nodded in response, a smile etching his face; a beautiful sight really.

"I hope it is," Harry mumbled before pressing his lips against mine. I felt the all too familiar butterflies swarm in my stomach. Even after everything, I never failed to get the familiar feeling whenever Harry was close to me. The feeling amplified as he left a trail of wet kisses down my jaw to the base of my neck. This was a rare moment, both of us always too busy and never having time alone. Rarely did we have an intimate moment like this.

I broke away from the kiss when I felt a baby kick in my stomach startling me. Harry looked at me confused before I broke out in a fit of giggles, pulling his hand to rest on my stomach where the baby was kicking. We stayed there for a while; Harry's hand resting on my stomach as both babies switched between kicking. It was weird to think that is five short months I would be a mother to twins.

"Do you know what Monday is?" Harry asked suddenly. I turned my head sideways to look at him, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I raked my brain for a clue of what it could be, but couldn't think of anything. "It's the day you get really old." My jaw drop at his insult and I swatted his arm.

"That's a bit rude to say," I mumbled with a scowl. I couldn't believe September was already here; the end of September was already here. I couldn't even remember the beginning of it. "But please, don't remind me. This year has gone by way too fast." 

"Nineteen isn't so bad."

"It's old," I shot back. Harry  rolled his eyes but kissed my cheek before getting up and waltzing out of my room.

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"Harry," I whispered while poking his face right where his dimples would be. When he didn't open his eyes, I poked him again yelling his name. I giggled when he sat up quickly with wide eyes like a deer caught in head lights. He faced me and frowned before he fell back onto the pillow. "Wake up," I groaned like a little kid.

"No," He muttered sleepily. I almost felt bad for waking him up, but it was already ten in the morning, and I wanted to go see the house as soon as possible. The excitement of possibly finding the house we would raise our family in was over whelming and I didn't want to waste any time.

"Please?" I pouted. "We can get breakfast then see the house," I said hopefully; a bribe to get his lazy self out of bed and moving.

"It's so early though," Harry whined back. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. To match my child-like attitude, I grinned mischievously before standing up on the bed and jumping up and down yelling things along the line of:

"Wakey-wakey!"

"Sunshine, get up!"

"Get your ass out of bed!"

Finally, after shouting the last one, Harry slowly rolled out of bed. I smiled in satisfaction before I sat down, out of breath from the strenuous activity. "Now, take a shower quickly," I ordered Harry, shooing hi towards the bathroom. While he took a shower, I slipped on whatever clothes I could find that looked half way decent with my over-sized belly, and a pair of black TOMS. I French braided my hair to hold the stubborn bangs back that always seemed to fall in my face.

As soon as I was swiping on the last bit of mascara, Harry was walking out of the bathroom with his usual attire and his hair damp. "Ready? We can get Starbucks on the way." I nodded my head quickly and walked to the front door with Harry hot on my trail. I couldn't help but feel giddy as we drove to Starbucks. We ordered quickly and ate in the car, not wanting to waste anymore unnecessary time to get to the house.

"Wow," I whispered in awe as we pulled up. It was beautiful, even more so in person. We called the realtor who agreed to meet us at the house, and by the time we arrived, she was waiting at the front door with a wide smile on her face. We quickly walked up the short path to the house and introduced ourselves.

"The house hasn't been on the market that long, I do believe you two are the first to see it," she told us as we walked through. It was quite quaint. It was an open concept space, which would be convenient when the kids are in another room. Everything was modern, marble counter tops, wood floors, stainless steel appliances. The rooms were all upstairs with the exception of one, which was all the way at the back of the house. "I'll let you two look around, get a feel for it. I'll be here if you have any questions." We smiled in response and wandered upstairs. There was a larger area at the top of the stairs that could double as another living room or play room for the kids, then three of the four rooms.

"I love it," I told Harry as we walked through the master bedroom. The walk-in closet was almost as big as my room in my flat. "The kids could each have their own room and then there's the extra room downstairs." I couldn't help but feel like an adult while discussing this. The whole reality of the situation setting in.

"I think.." Harry trailed off, taking a final glance at the rooms upstairs, "I think we'd be stupid not to buy it." I squealed in delight, pecking Harry's lips and hugging him tightly.

We walked back down the stairs, a little pep in my step as we approached the realtor. After Harry talked down the price a bit, we agreed on the house and signed the paperwork. We were told we could move in immediately which was delightful.

"Can we have someone paint the baby rooms? Can we have Zayn paint them? I think he would like to do something like that. Everyone needs to be involved I think." I told Harry as we drove back to the flat. Harry hummed in agreement, listening to me gush about everything. I couldn't believe we had bought a house where we would raise our family in.

When we got back, we called the boys and invited them over to celebrate our next step forward in our relationship. Within minutes, they were all over congratulating us and drinking, with the exception of me who drank water.

"Zayn," I called, motioning him to the couch next to me. He got up and sat down, looking at me curiously. "So, after talking to Harry about it, we decided we wanted the babies rooms to be painted, and we were wondering if you would paint them for us?" I asked hopefully. Zayn grinned widely, pulling me into a hug and gushing how he would love to.

"But, you aren't allowed to see them until I'm done," He told me, his face serious. I nodded in agreement and wrapped my arms around him in a hug.

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Yay Sierra for updating. Probably would have earlier.. but I just got GTA5 and that's what I've been doing pretty much all day. I can't help it, but I stopped when while I was playing I was doing a mission and I was in a dogs point of view and the dog started to hump another dog O_O it was awkward so I stopped. Yup. There's a reason why it's rated whatever it's rated.

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