Those Curls

Chapter 3

Brooklyn's P.O.V

I walked into the apartment and threw my bag down. I went into my room and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a big t-shirt Liam left here. I walked back out and flopped down on the couch. I had asked Louis to bring Sophie home because I didn't want to fool with Harry. That boy would not give up until he got what he wanted, and Sophie was that way too.

"Brooklyn?" I heard Louis open the door and walk down the long hallway to the living room.

"Mummy!" Sophie ran away from Louis and jumped on the couch. I opened my arms and she fell into them. I missed her so much when I didn't get to see her for a little while. She was my little girl.

"Did you have a good time Boo?" I asked, starting to take off Sophie's coat and feeling it was wet. I didn't think it was raining.

"Yes we did." Louis answered from the other side of the room. He had taken off his coat and was smiling big at me and Sophie

"I mean't mini boo, but I'm glad you had fun too Lou." I giggled. Louis could always make me laugh. "Sophie, let's go get you changed for bed." I stood up and walked over to Louis. I handed him Sophie's jacket and walked back to her room. I set her down in the floor and walked over to her dresser. I picked up an old nightgown and walked back over to Sophie. She stripped off her clothes and put the nightgown on, then put her arms up.

"Up Mummy." I picked her up and put her into her crib. She crawled under the blanket and closed her eyes. I kissed her forhead and walked out, turning the light out as I went. I walked out and went into the living room where Louis was sitting on the couch.

"Hey, Brooklyn? Are you okay?" I took a seat next to him and he put his arm around me. I leaned into his chest and sighed.

"No. Harry was never supposed to find out." Louis gently rubbed my back and I felt tears well up in my eyes. "What if he does something stupid? I didn't want Sophie to know about Harry because once he left and never came back she would be so heartbroken." By now I had a few tears streaming down my face. I remembered when me and Harry got along. When we were dating and before everything changed.

"Brooklyn!" Liam yelled from the living room. The boys and me had rented a small place for the weekend to camp out.

"What?" I yelled back down from my room. I was still unpacking my clothes. I wanted them to be folded where as the boys just threw them into the drawers and decided to find everything later.

"Come here!" Harry yelled from downstairs. My lips grew into a big smile when I heard his voice.

"Coming!" I sang putting down my shirt and skipping down the stairs. "Yes boys?"

"Okay, so...." Liam started. This was his 'run for your life or else' voice and it always scared me. I gave Harry one good look over and shot back up the stairs into my room. I locked the door and scrambled to the corner of the room.

"How did she find out?" I heard Zayn ask from outside my door.

"I don't know!" Harry said. I could tell that the boys were all looking at him as a suspect.

"Lets get him!" Niall yelled and I heard water being throw outside the door.

Once the gushing water sound had stopped I stood up and walked over to the door quietly. I unlocked it and opened it to reveal four smiling boys and one wet british boy.

"Oh. Did my Hazza get wet?" I teased going over to him and letting him hug me. Even though he was wet, he was still my boyfriend.

"Yeah." Harry pouted.