Project (1D) Family

Chapter 13 - Finally

13 Finally

SORRY I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN FOREVER TIMES A THOUSAND! And I am apologizing in advance for the illegally short chapter. I doubt it even makes one page, sorry! Also the writing is really bad but I wanted to get this part done.

I woke up to the smell of a stir fry, and Harry singing downstairs. The other kids were all in the room with me, as they had apparently come here while I was sleeping. Liam and Niall were reading, Louis, Grace and I were under the covers and Zayn and Darcy were under the covers at the opposite end of the bed.

“Dad said dinner would be ready in five minutes,” Niall told me, looking up.

“Thanks, bud,” I replied. Stretching, I accidentally slapped Grace; hugging her, I handed her to Liam. Quickly, I went into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later to find the others waking up slowly. “Dinner,” I said to them. “Let’s go down.”

After slowly waking them up, and eventually carrying Louis and getting Liam to carry his youngest sister. We went downstairs, following our noses, and assembled around the already set table. I smiled tentatively at Harry, who looked tired. I checked and realized that my watch wasn’t on my wrist.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Seven thirty,” Harry said. “I think you should all go back to bed after dinner – we’ve had a big few days.”

I agreed; I was still tired.

“But Mummy,” Grace said. “I want to play Barbie.”

“How about tomorrow, sweetie? And Darcy, we can paint your nails… Liam, you need a haircut and then I think your headphones look pretty rubbish so we should get some new ones, Niall and Zayn can cook something for lunch, and Lou Bear – you can see if there’s a good looking trampoline on the computer.”

“Yeah!” Louis cheered; Grace and Darcy high fived, Liam scowled and then grinned, Niall and Zayn immediately started whispering and Harry nodded.

Lazily, the kids all ate; in a blur, we bathed and dressed them, and tucked them in.

Actually not so blurry. One tube of toothpaste, three flooded basins, one smashed hairbrush, a mouthwash spillage, two tantrums, four arguments and one dropped lamp later, we were half way there.

Finally (at around nine) I returned to my room, and Harry’s stuff still wasn’t there. I missed him. I was over our fight. It was stupid really; there was no point whatsoever of doing anything more to aggravate it. With that in mind, I tried crying myself to sleep; it didn’t work. I had grown too used to my ‘husband’ and now that I wasn’t spewing mad at him, I was wondering why I ever had been.

So I did what I had to do.

I slipped out of bed, and tiptoed down the stairs, to Harry’s bed. I knew he was awake, and as I approached I saw him glance up at me. He sat up a little.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. Five of the longest seconds later he hadn’t said anything, and I turned to go back upstairs.

“Me too,” he replied, barely audibly, flopping down on the bed in defeat. I turned around and saw him gazing at me, fighting a small.

“Can I stay?” I asked, at the same time that he said, “Stay with me?”

We nodded and grinned tiredly, as he scooched over and held open the bedsheets for me. I clambered in and grabbed his hand, as we fell asleep smiling and hugging.

And that’s how the kids found us in the morning.

Yes, once again we were woken by people bouncing on us. But whatever.