My Favorite Bartender

Chapter 5

Six months have passed since I finally agreed to have the date with Harry. I'm glad I did but it took him two of those months dating me and showing me that he truly did want to have a relationship with not only me but my children.

He's been on tour for the last two weeks but it's been going okay. Harry is coming back home in two weeks when he has a break. He and I both explained to Harper and Parker that Harry had to go away for work for awhile and they've been dealing with it alright.

It is hard to become use to the idea of having a famous musician as a boyfriend but I'm coming to terms with this. I had made it very clear to Harry that I did not want under any circumstances want my children in the spotlight and myself included. I did say that I had no problem with Harry admitting that he is currently dating and since Harry is out to his fans and the public that he's gay, I don't care if he admits he's dating a man either. I just don't want my name or my children's names released or any pictures of us until I'm ready.

Two weeks later - today is the day Harry is supposed to be home for a week before going to a new country for several concerts over the course of two months. I'm not sure when his private jet with himself, Niall, and their producers and PR people are on is supposed to land, but Harry promised that he and Niall would come by Liam and my flat after they arrived.

Thankfully today is Saturday so neither Liam and I do not have to work so we can spend as much time with our boyfriends as they wish.

While Liam and I were prepairing breakfast as Harper and Parker were coloring at the kitchen table, there's a series of five rapid knocks on the flat door. Glancing at Liam with a huge grin, I think our boyfriends are here.

Quickly sitting down the spatula that I'm using, I quickly run to the door to fling it out. Squealing at the sight of Harry, I fling myself onto Harry clinging to him like a koala causing him to stumble while he chuckles as he grabs my ass.

"Hi baby," he whispers into my ear walking me into the flat again with Niall following behind us.

"Hi Hazza," I whisper back glinging tighter to him as we enter the kitchen. Thankfully preping the food was almost done, so when Niall launches himself onto Liam, the latter is already done cooking and has food on the twins' plates and sitting on the table in front of them.

"Lima Bean!" Niall shouts as he jumps on the taller lad.

"Nialler!" Liam retorts back with a huge grin that matches Niall's.

The nicknames that Liam and Niall have for cause Harper and Parker to giggle around their forkful of pancakes they already of have in their mouths.

Climbing off of Harry so I can make two plates of food for Harry and Niall as well. Liam sits down at the table and he and I both expected Niall to take the last open sit but instead he sits on Liam's lap causing Liam to chuckle and my babies to drop their mouths in surprise but soon enough they are not fazed by it and continue to eat.

Harry takes the lone chair and pulls it to the head of the table to give Liam and Niall room to move and eat. As Harry sits I place his plate and Niall's in front of each of them. Turning to grab my plate as I lean against the counter to eat.

Flicking my eyes upwards as I feel someone's eyes on me, I notice Harry starting at me, food untouched. Raisning an eyebrow at him in question, he pats his thighs for me to sit. Giggeling at his antics, I take my plate and cup to sit on his lap.

"Papa, is Hawwy o'her Papa?" Harper asks as she studies us with her big brown eyes that she has gotten from Zayn.

Chocking on my piece of bacon I was chewing as I look at my sweet, beautiful, innocent daughter in shock. Glancing at Harry quickly as I don't want him to be upset and he seems fine before I turn back to my children.