Forbidden {L.S.}

Fifty-Eight

I had Pheoby on my lap and I was playing with her hair. Louis was next to me with Daisy, his head on my shoulder. Dan was trying to figure out how to word everything.

“Are we gonna see Mommy today?” Daisy asked. Dan looked up and sighed.

“You know Mommy's been hurting, right?” He asked slowly. They both nodded. “Well now, Mommy isn't hurting anymore-”

“So she's coming home?” Pheoby asked hopefully. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around her as tears filled my eyes.

“No, baby,” Dan said softly, his eyes filling with tears. “Mommy is in Heaven now,” his voice cracked and he closed his eyes. 

Pheoby completely froze in my grip before turning to look at me. Her lower lip was wobbling and her eyes were wet. “Hazzy… Mommy....”

“Shh, it's okay,” I said softly, rocking her. I tucked her head under my chin and looked at Louis, who was trying to calm down Daisy. 

“We can't see Mommy anymore?” Pheoby asked me quietly.

“No, love. But she'll always be in your heart, okay?” I kissed the top of her head. “She's always gonna be watching over you.”

“But I want Mommy, Hazzy. I love Mommy.”  She wrapped her arms around mine, squeezing as tightly as she could. “I w-want Mommy.”

“I know, I know,” my voice broke, and I felt tears start falling. “We all want her, sweetheart,” I whispered into her hair before kissing her head. 

Pheoby didn't want to leave my side the rest of the day. She got mad and started crying if she even thought I was trying to leave her, so I either carried her or held her hand if either of us had to go somewhere. 

At one point we were just sitting on the couch, she was curled into my side, laying down. I was rubbing her back, smiling sadly as she finally started falling asleep.

“She stole my cuddle buddy,” Louis said after coming in the room. “I want cuddles.”

“My Hazzy,” she mumbled, clinging to me. Louis just shook his head with a chuckle, sitting down on the floor by her head. 

“I love you, Pheobs. That's the only reason you get to call him Hazzy. You know that? Anyone else who even tries to call him Hazza or Hazzy gets yelled at.” Louis kissed her head. 

She rolled over to look at Louis. “No one else?”

“No one,” I confirmed. “Not even my best friend.”

She gasped and smiled. “Hazzy!”

“Yeah, Hazzy,” Louis said running his fingers through her hair. “Are you sleepy?”

“Can Hazzy sleep with me tonight?” She asked. Louis looked up at me. He would of if I was okay with it even though he really didn't want to.

“Hey, let me talk to Lou for just a second, okay? I'll be right back,” I whispered.

“Promise?” She asked.

“I promise. Just a few seconds.” She nodded so I stood up and pulled Louis to his feet and into the hallway. “What if we made a blanket fort in the living room? Lottie and Tom wouldn't be alone, I could have Pheoby next to me and you on the other side, Daisy wouldn't be alone either, and if Fizzy and Dan want to, well I know we have enough blankets here.”

Louis grinned. “You are a genius,” he said, pulling me into a hug. I smiled, wrapping my arms around him. I held him tightly and felt the long breath he let out.

“Its okay, baby,” I whispered. “Everything's gonna be okay.”

“I know,” he whispered back. “I just needed you.”

“I'm right here.”

We built the blanket fort with the help of Daisy and Pheoby. They were both thrilled by the idea, and we included the t.v so that it was the only light. 

“What's going on down here?” Fizzy asked in the middle of setting it up. I was standing on a chair, trying to get the blanket to stay in place.

“Were watching a movie.” I pointed to the screen that was indeed playing a movie. 

She rolled her eyes. “What's up with the blankets, Styles?”

“Why are you all suddenly calling me by my last name? Are you worried it's not used enough, because trust me, it is.” 

“Maybe because we have a feeling it won't be Styles for long, so we're getting our money's worth out of it.” She had a smug look on her face.

“What the-” I almost fell off my chair and snapped my head at Fizzy. “We are not getting married yet.” I pointed at her and she shrugged.

“Keyword in that sentence, Styles. Yet.” She grinned and skipped back upstairs. 

“What are you telling them?” I asked playfully at Louis. 

“It's not what I'm telling them,” Louis said, obviously happy Fizzy wanted us to get married at well. “It's what they see, babe.”

“Maybe someday,” I whispered to myself, finally getting the blanket to stay. I smiled, glancing at Louis who also had a smile.