Not all fans are girls! (Larry stylinson)

Chapter 4

Hey guys just letting you know that this story is mostly going to be in Harry's point of view but if anyone would like to see a change just comment or let me know and I will be able to do that. I may also dedicate the chapter to them.

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Harry's p.o.v

Eight excruciatingly long days have passed and I am still pestering Tegan and tweeting to Louis. In these eight days Tegan and I have worked, gone to the movies and shopped. It is now five days until my birthday, I have written out a birthday list for Tegan although I doubt she will get me anything off it.

It is currently twelve o'clock so Tegan is at work but I am home. We can never get many shifts together but when we do we just run riot. I was seated on the comfy lounge watching some talk back show on t.v just trying to relax since it was my day off and Tegan wasn't here to annoy me.

A knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts, I raced to the door and opened it. Standing there was my next door neighbour Anita and her three kids. Anita had triplets, they are the cutest bunch of kids and so polite although can can a real sugar rush at times.

"Harry darling I didn't think anyone was home" she sighed in relief.

I chuckled and leaned in giving her a peck on the cheek. "How are you Neet?"

"Run down, tired looking after kids you know. Same shit different day" we both let out a laugh.

"D'ya wanna come in?" I stepped out of the road to let them in.

"no, no I came to ask if you wouldn't mind looking after these kids cause I just got called into work and Shaun isn't home so you were my next option" I looked down at the kids who we're waiting patiently with their mum.

"Of course, take your time. We will just be here today, Tegan is at work so I have no form of transport unless we walk" and idea popped into my head but soon enough left at the thought of walking somewhere.

Anita let out a burst of laughter. "Harry walking? Darling you and I both know that it will never happen" true, true.

"You know me too well Neet, now are these kids fed?" I asked ushering the kids inside.

"They had lunch but could you please feed them dinner?" I grinned at her, I had the perfect thing in mind for dinner. "And you are not feeding the ice cream again for dinner because you weren't staying up all night looking after hyperactive children" I laughed at the memory.

I fed them ice cream a few weeks ago and sent them home for Anita to watch. I got a phone call at about two in the morning from a pissed Anita, telling me she was looking after three sugar rushed kids.

"Alright c'mon kids mum has to go" we all bid our farewells before closing the door.

I turned to the three innocent little kids who we're looking up at me as if waiting for something. "How are you all" I crouched down hugging the one by one.

"Good"

"Alright"

"Shit"

"Oi Ramie don't swear" I scolded the kid, in return he let out a chuckle.

I got them comfy on the couch while the watched Rio, I made my way into the kitchen to clean up after my lunch. The triplets were six years old but they acted a lot older then their age.

Ramie John is the only boy out of the triplets and also the oldest by about eleven minuets, he had Dirty blond hair, baby blue eyes and a mouth on him like a true Australian.