Closer {H.S}

3. 𝙶𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕

The girl wouldn't stop bothering us the whole flight, she was really disrespectful, asking us about our personal lives and made some explicit questions.

I got fed up by the end of the flight, when she asked us about our sex life, while Indie was listening.

I called our security and they made sure she didn't come near us.

Then, Indie asked us what that was and Harry just royally failed in trying to tell her that she would learn it in school.

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We arrived in Germany two hours before expected, so we went straight to the hotel, since it was early for us to go to the agency.

August was asleep with his head on Harry's shoulder, Indie was asleep next to me on the bed while Harry put August on his bed.

He woke her up so he could lie next to me, she mumbled an okay and stumbled to her bed.

Harry cuddled next to me and I fell asleep.

A loud ring woke us up, it was Harry's phone, he answered it and started telling us to get ready. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. It was hard to control my emotions.

We got into the rented car security hit for us and hit the road.

"Mummy, mummy, I'm hungry!" August woke up feeling better than ever.

"We're getting food afterwards okay?"

"Okay, but can we get nickdonas?" Nickdonas was his way of saying McDonald's.

"No, we're eating native food, buddy." Harry got up, heading over to lay with him.

"Can I have my juice now, please, mummy?"

This boy and his juice.

"August?" Indie said in a sing singsong voice, "Did you know that juice makes you weak?"

I rolled my eyes, giving her a warning look, but she continued on, "Yeah and it makes your hair the color of the juice, and daddy doesn't want us coloring hair."

"But I'm big and strong and I don't have colored hair!"

"Guys, guys, come on, be nice. We're about to meet your brother."

I still had to do their hair, even though Indie could do it herself, I wanted to braid it and put August's hair up in a bun.

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"I swear to—" I stopped, considering smacking the hairbrush on Indie's hair, "Indiana, this is pissing me off, either you let your dad brush your hair or it's me. Your dad isn't Gentle, he just wants the job done."

"I want daddy." She shrugged.

I was like this when I was her age. I was a daddy's girl, Indie's a daddy's girl, and she started to think it's a competition, who gets Harry's attention first. Its started to wear me off, I need my husband, and I need my daughter to stop thinking I'm going to hurt her.

"Fine." I handed harry the brush, heading to the bathroom.

A second later, Indie was whining again.

One thing I hate about hair, is that kids whine about it. If you have your hair long, brush it.

She didn't stop until Harry was knocking on the door, "Baby?"

"Hm?" I walked out and found that Indie sat with a familiar pout.

"Come on, baby girl." I smiled, knowing I really didn't have to be upset.