“What do you want for dinner, hunnie?” I was currently in the kitchen putting away the dishes that I had taken out the drier. Alyssa was playing in the front room with her tea set and dolls.
“Ummm—food, momma!”
I rolled my eyes, “Yes sweetheart. You will get some food, but what type?”
“Ummm—tacios!” she replied happily.
A faint smile played on my lips at her words, “do you mean tacos, Ally? The ones with sweet corn in?”
“Yes momma!”
I got the ingredients for the crispy outer shell, sweet corn and spaghetti for the filling that I put inside. She’s just like her father—he also loves tacos…
I remember he was the one that got her into it. No, instead of eating baby food like a normal child, she was almost addicted to eating the crispy ‘goodness’—as Harry would say. I’m not a fan, but it’s healthy so it’s not bad for my daughter, meaning its okay.
Three years ago, I didn’t have to worry about anyone but myself, and how I was. I was seriously ill. I made myself ill.
I didn’t eat. I used to skip meals or try and throw up stuff that I ate. It was bad, it became so bad that one day, I fainted. If it wasn’t for Harry, Zayn and Niall, I would probably be dead. They rushed me to hospital. I realized what I was doing was not only wrong, but also very serious. I was pregnant. I didn’t know that I was. Strange, I know.
Alyssa turned out perfectly fine, which I thank God for everyday. She is a miracle child, and she is my world.
“Momma, phone!” I heard my little angel call me from the living room. I put down spoon I was using to mix the tomato sauce with the spaghetti, and headed into the living room. Sure enough, the house phone was ringing.
“Hello?” I answered, leaning against the doorframe, separating the kitchen from the living room.
“Hey baby.” that raspy voice that I’ve been longing to hear, speaks.
“I’ve missed you.” I let out breathlessly, sitting down on the armchair with Alyssa beside my feet. I cross my legs on the sofa, which is a habit that I now do.
“I’ve missed you so much more. How are you? How’s my gorgeous daughter doing too?”
“Okay. Been better. Very stressed because I’ve got major exams coming up and if I fail, I’ll have to retake the whole years work again. Ally’s good. She’s playing in front of me right now.” Alyssa looked up at me and gives me a cheesy smile, showing her cute baby teeth.
“Baby, calm down! Breathe. You’re going to be perfect. You always are. You’ve been preparing for this for a whole year now. You’re ready. You will succeed. If not, I could always talk to them for you…” I could sense he was smirking on the other side of the line but I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh yes, that would be lovely. ‘Oh miss Roberts. Your husband called today, harry styles? How could that be possible? Is it true? How did you meet? When did it happen?’ the questions would be endless, Harry!”
He chuckled lightly, “You’ll be fine. I promise you. So, when is Lizzy going to school? It’s quite a scary thought… I was just talking to Niall about it today…”
Harry calls Alyssa, Lizzy while I call her Ally. I think it’s good that we both call her different nicknames. It’s cute.
“September. It is quite scary that our daughter is going to be in the big world in less than two months…” I sigh at the thought. I’m not ready to let her grow up yet.
“Wow. That soon? I’ll come down to visit as soon as I can. You know I will. Management is being pains in the backsides and I’m seriously getting sick of it. Us boys are going to regret signing the contract with them again. We could be with a much better record label, or even retiring—”
“Hey. I’m sure they’re not that bad. Though, they did separate us all and I can never forgive them for that… How long would your new contract be for?”
“Neither can I—neither can any of the boys. Umm, another three years. So, we’ve already been around for six years, and still haven’t died a death yet!” the excitement was clear in his voice and I honestly couldn’t be more proud of him and the boys. I’m glad they’re enjoying life.
“I see…--”
“—Zayn’s thinking of quitting the band. Did you know Perrie’s pregnant? He wants to be there for her and their child through everything… He says and I quote ‘don’t want to be like you, haz. You can see how much pain you’ve caused Alyssa and Skyla’ That hurts. ”
There is silence between us now, as I’m trying to control my emotions and narrow them down to one. Instead they’re wild. Anger because of Zayn’s cutting words. Sadness because Harry is sad. Confusion because Zayn said himself he wouldn’t quit the band for Perrie ever, and also happiness because I guess this means another chapter in Zayn’s life. I’m so glad he’s moved on…
Around two to three years ago, Zayn Malik was madly in love with me. I didn’t feel the same way, despite the fact that we were dating for a day. I could never feel for what he felt for me. My love could never be enough to match his. He deserved someone who could love him exactly, maybe even more.
Perrie was always waiting on the sidelines for Zayn and they began to date, as well as Harry and I. The thing that Perrie didn’t know was that Zayn was only dating her to try and get over me… but it wasn’t working. When she found out, like any normal person would, she went mad. They had a ‘break’. Last year, I think it was, they got married. I’m glad. I’m so glad he’s found happiness and that Perrie has forgave him.
They were childish teenage years. They aren’t meant to last. Apart from Harry and I.
“We’re okay, Harry. Sure our relationship isn’t healthy, on either one of us or our daughter, but don’t worry. One day we’ll look back at this time between us and realize it brought us together even more then before…”
My words sounded like I was trying to convince myself rather than Harry. Which is true.
Could this work—our relationship like this?
Alyssa and I here, back in the One Direction’s old house—the very one that haunted me with memories of the ones I love. And Harry being so far away, touring, flying around the world and living his famous life—like nothing had happened three years ago.
It didn’t seem right, did it?
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