Unity | Harry Styles AU

XXXII: a call from 020

Harry's Point of View

  A ringing from across the room awoke me from my deep sleep. I looked at my watch- the time read '3:53am'.

I figured at first it would be best to just let whoever was calling get the message that I was asleep, but they never did.

The ringing soon became relentless. My phone was sat on the table at the other side of the room. I groaned in frustration when I came to realization that my phone would not stop unless I answered it myself.

Alaska was in my arms and her back was pressed against my torso. I strategically removed my arms from her body and slipped out of the covers to answer the phone.

"Harry Styles speaking." I groaned. "This better be important, it's nearly four in the morning."

"Trust me, it is." A familiar female voice spoke from the other line. One that I thought I'd never hear again.

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Alaska's P.O.V

  My eyes fluttered open to the sound of Harry's voice at the other end of the room. His back was pressed against his wardrobe as he rubbed his temples and talked quietly into his cellphone.

I sat up slowly, pulling the covers over my shoulders to sustain the warmth on my body.

"Harry?" I asked. His attention shifted over to me.

"I can't deal with this now. Goodbye." Harry said into the phone before hanging up and slamming it onto the table.

"Harr-"

"Shush, baby. Go back to sleep. You shouldn't be awake." Harry cooed as he crawled back into bed and stroked my hair with his hand.

"Well who was it?" I questioned as I looked over to him. His eyes were watery and he looked frazzled.

"Nobody. It was nothing. Go back to sleep darling. We can talk tomorrow morning." Harry reassured me followed by a kiss on the lips.

"It wasn't nothing Harry, don't lie.."

"We'll talk tomorrow. Go to sleep." He cooed as he laid back and placed my head on his chest. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. Harry's chest rose and fell with every breath, and I could feel myself falling deeper into sleep.

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"Mommy, mommy!" A young girl with long, messy, chestnut hair called as she ran into my lap.

"Yes darling? What is it?" I responded to her as I stroked her back, readjusting the light pink bow of her pleated dress.

"Daddy braided Tate's hair, and it was super duper pretty, but when he tried it on me, it was ugly. Can you do it please?" She whined.

I chuckled at the image of Harry trying to braid our daughter's hair, followed by a frustrated huff when he could not fulfill her wish.

"Yes of course darling. Sit up straight please." I asked, and she obliged.

I carefully interlaced her locks of hair into two sections. The tiny girl hummed and swayed in my lap as I tied off the ends of her braids.

"Done all done!" I smiled as she felt the braids between her tiny hands.

"I wanna see mommy." She asked. I picked her up and sat her on my shoulder so she could se her reflection on the wall mirror above the sofa.

"See yourself darling? Do you like it?" I looked up at her. She patted her cheeks as a gasp left her lips.

"I loveeee it. A bajilion times better than how daddy did it." She squealed. I plopped her down in my arms and looked at her in awe. She was absolutely gorgeous.