See Me Now (Mirry: Harry Styles&Michael Clifford)

Chapter 19

*Harry's POV*

I wake up to an empty bed... No Mike next to me, no one to keep me warm... Sigh... It's sad how much I rely on him. Well, since I can't extend my calm and peaceful morning, I'll just grab the bull by it's horns and deal with life... First thing that needs to be taken care of is Gemma... 

I grab the phone that is on my night stand, ring my lawyer and ask him advice on how to deal with my sister. While he is talking that legally nothing works in her favour since she ran off for a whole year, neglected her son before that and got me to sign the legal guardian papers, I notice movement in the kitchen. Peeking in I see Niall with his tong out of his mouth, focusing on what he is reading. Mike is standing next to him, smiling and encouraging to do the task at hand. Seeing the both of them like that makes my heart swell. Not much later, fear seeps in. What if I do lose Niall? I mean... Maybe Gemma found a way to win him back... What if Mike decides to leave? Oh god... My heart is beating erratically, sweat forming on the palms of my hand. I sit myself on the couch and take deep breaths while still listening to my lawyer. He is telling me at this point that he will take care of Gemma and that I don't have to worry about a single thing.

Hanging up I walk into the kitchen, the phone still clutched in my hand. Niall and Mike both have flower on their faces and are laughing their head off.

"Uncle Harry! We are making breakfast! Hooray! FOOD!"

"What are you making?"

"Cupcakes and muffins!", Niall yells.

"I hope you don't mind Harry... We just wanted something else than oatmeal or pancakes.", Mike says apologetically.

"Oh no, Mike, it's fine. Seriously. Don't worry about it. If you don't mind, I would like a few for myself too."

"Uncle Harry?"

"Yes bub?"

"Are you serious? What about your banana or your apple and your glass of milk?"

"Well, it's all your fault for bringing me to the dark side Ni.", I stick my tongue out. 

"THE DARK SIDE HAS COOKIES! Well, now it has muffins and cupcakes! Nom nom nom. I can put some banana in them for you uncle Harry."

"That's great Ni! Thanks."

"Oh, you are welcome Uncle Harry, that means more chocolate for Mike and me.", His eyes grow big, his mouth opening.

"It's okay Ni, don't worry. I'm not always going to correct you when you make a mistake." 

The shocked look on both Ni and Mike's faces is hilarious. 

We spend the morning baking, throwing flower around and singing loudly to the radio.  In the end we have way too many pastries, but who cares. We stuff ourselves and put the rest in a box so we can eat them later.

A loud knock on the door pulls us out of our happy place... I open the door and see a seething Gemma in front of it.

"SO NOW YOU ARE GOING BEHIND MY BACK?! IS THAT IT?! YOU CAN'T KEEP NIALL FROM ME HARRY! I TOLD YOU THAT! I'M HIS MUM! ME! NOT YOU! HAND OVER MY SON RIGHT THIS INSTANT! IF YOU DON'T, I'LL SHOW THE WORLD HOW UNFIT YOU ARE TO TAKE CARE OF NIALL! I'VE SEEN YOU AROUND, TALKING TO AIR! IF I TELL MY LAWYER THAT... YOU WILL BE DECLARED MENTALLY UNSTABLE!"

"Oh, and do you have proof of that Gemma?"

"What?!"

"Do you have proof of me talking to air?"

"Yes, I have a picture!"

"A picture... You know that can mean anything right? Me just looking aside, me talking to myself. Something a lot of people do... Thinking out loud... You have nothing on me Gemma... you are just projecting your own mental problems on me. That's okay. I get it. You are stressed out or something. Take a nice holiday."