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<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 6px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Harry:“I mean I get it – I get that it’s absolutely tuggable but baby – ow.” He whines trying to detach his daughter’s tight grip from the front of his fringe where she’s got a death grip. She giggling and slobbering down the front of his neck, but her laughter fills him with warmth still. “Okay but when Mummy gets home Daddy is going to teach you how to pull her hair too.”</li>
<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Liam:It’s the constant pull and the sweat soaked through onto the thin sheet of the bed that keeps you gripping for more. “More.” You groan, arching your spine as far back as it will go into Liams space, pressing against his front. “Liam more please.” You whine out when his fingers skim through your pony tail and pull making you cry out. “Yes, Liam.”</li>
<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Louis:He reaches up quickly from the back of the couch and tugs lightly on the little girls pig tail before ducking back down behind the couch. “Daddy!” She squels, laughing loudly before hopping onto the back of the couch. “Mummy made my hair all pretty today and you pulled on it!” She laughs kneeing her way into Louis side. “Do it again!”</li>
<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Niall:“Niall!” You yelp swatting in his direction as he bounds back out of the living room. “You can’t just pull my hair and slap my butt in the same setting.” You laugh bringing the bowl of popcorn into the living room. “You’re so immature.” You giggle, folding yourself up against the side of his body. “You make me insane. Like we’re sixteen again.”</li>
<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px 0px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Zayn:He listens contently as his daughter rambles on about her activities at school that day. “So you pulled her hair?” He asks running his fingers through his own hair and imagining his daughter on the playground. “Okay well you can’t pull other girls hair, yeah? But between you and me, and don’t tell Mummy, I would have pulled her hair too.”</li>
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