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Chapter 24

Niall didn't get home until late last night and he went straight to sleep. The rest of the day yesterday, and all day today, Harry hasn't said one word to me considering Niall hasn't left my side. Kaylee's been feeling sick since she woke up this morning and has clung to mommas hip all day. We've stayed cooped up in this small apartment all day, and I'm beginning to go crazy.

"Mommy," Kaylee trots to me with tears rolling down her cheeks and I gasp.

"Baby! Are you okay?" She shakes her head and reaches for me. I slide my hands under her armpits and set her on my hip.

"I don't feel good." I rest the back of my hand on her forehead and sure enough, it's burning hot. I begin to panick, she hasn't been sick in ages.

"Niall!" I call and he hurriedly strides towards me.

"What? Is Kaylee okay?" She reaches for Niall and he takes her, feeling her forehead.

"Shit! She's burning up, Alex." I nod and bite on my lip, panicking. I'm hoping she didn't catch anything from being in a whole other country.

"Do you think we should take her to a doctor? Or get her some medicine?" He asks and I shrug my shoulders, resting my hand on my forehead and begin pacing the room.

"Calm down, babe. She'll be okay. I'll call the doctor but in the mean time cover her up and get a cold washrag." I take Kaylee from him and lay her on mine and Nialls bed, covering her up with her pink blanky. I fold the wet washrag before laying it over Kaylees forehead. The door opens slightly and Nialls blonde hair pokes in. I motion for him to come in and he does as so, taking a seat beside me on the bed.

"The doctor said it's probably her allergies from being in a different country. She should be fine, but they put in a prescription for her fever and it should be ready in about twenty minutes." He tells me and I nod, laying my head on his chest.

"She'll be okay." He promises and I nod my head, pressing a light kiss to his neck. It's my motherly insticts that kick in, and I'm just freaking out, especially because we're in a different country than she's been in her whole life.

"I'll go get the medicine and pick up some crackers and gatorade." He tells me and stand up. He bends his knees and catches my lips in his. We made no movements of tounge or lips, they just rested on mine.

"I love you," he tells me and leaves. Something about they way he said it makes me nervous, especially with the sad look in his eyes.

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Once again, me, Kaylee, and Harry are the only ones in the hotel. Harry doesn't speak to me as he passes me in the kitchen to grab the milk. It's only a little bit on the bottom, so he just drinks out the jug.

He glances at me as he passes by me again to leave the kitchen. I take the eggs out the pan and lay them on a plate, cracking a few more for Harry incase he's hungry.

"Harry, can you help me?" I hear Kaylees small voice in the livingroom and I stop, listening to the two.

"What do you need, Sugar?" His thick accent asks.

"I can't find mommy." I start to walk out the kitchen, but stop.

"She's in the kitchen." He tells her, his voice softer now. I hear her feet pad to the kitchen and she looks in, seeing me.

"Mommy, I'm hungry." She tells me.

"Okay," I tell her and begin shoving eggs, bacon, and toast on a small plate for her, setting it on the table.

I crave breakfast foods this time of the month, usually eggs. And right now I can't get enough of them.

I'm glad to say that since I met Niall, I've gained a little weight. I've always been the small girl in the class, and a few times in highschool I was asked if I was anorexic. I'm far from it actually.

I clear my plate of three eggs, two pieces of toast, and drink two glasses of Apple juice. Kaylee is back in bed and asleep when Harry enters the kitchen again, putting his plate in the sink.

"Wash it," I tell him, proud of myself for speaking up. He glares back at me and for a moment, his eyes are hard, evil almost. They soften up when I send him a small smile, and he returns the favor.

He turns the water on too high and it's splashing everywhere as he washes the dish. I roll my eyes and let out a light chuckle, causing him to look back at me.

"What's so funny?" He snaps, but with humorous eyes.

"You're splashing water everywhere." I tell him and approach his side, hip bumping him out of the way. I turn the water down and continue to wash the dish, drying it, and putting it away before I wipe up the water that splashed.

"How do you do that?" He asks, his eyebrows pushed into confusion.

"Do what?" I giggle and he takes a step towards me. His face is dangerously close to mine.

"Do everything perfect." He whispers, his hot breath smells like mint over my face.

"I'm not perfect." I tell him and he shakes his head.

"You are perfect." This time I shake my head and he takes another step closers to me, our chests touching. I press my hands to his chest, trying to push him back but to no avail, he doesn't move.

"We can't keep doing this." I whisper and meet his crystal green eyes.

"Why not? I like you, and I know you like what I can do to you." I shrug off his dirty words and push against his chest a little harder to push him away.