Harry felt like shouting, "I'm back" It was good to be back. He got out of his SUV and stood staring at his house. His and Zayn's for a minute, he loved it so much. Zayn may have hand picked it but Harry made it their home. Not having a budget though does help, he's not going to lie. Closing the door he went to open the trunk to take his suitcase out, he couldn't wait to see Zayn.He hadn't heard him talk in a week at least, he missed his voice. He just about close the car boot when a horn blaring made him turn. A car was at the gates to be let in. Security issues meant their house was gated due to breaking ins in the suburbs. A curse of living within a few distances from footballers and WAGS, champagne problems right. The gates opened and he watched the car approaching, it was familiar.
He stared at it to see who's driving.
"Brooklyn?" He uttered to himself seeing him wave at him. He was too focused on him surprised not noticed his children were in the car until doors burst opened.
"Daddy!!" Mason nearly knocked him giving him a hug, Elijah lazily followed also joined their group hug.
"Miss you my little mans.." Harry ruffled their hairs and kissed their cheeks. He really missed his children. He smiled as Yazz got out of the front seat but went passed him as if he's a ghost. "Yasmeen." she stopped in her tracks hearing his stern voice. "You forgetting something?"
"I don't think so, no." Brooklyn replied.
Harry looked at him because why was Brooklyn with his children and why did he suddenly annoy him. Funny that, huh? He ignored him and focused on his first born, "I asked you a question, Yasmeen. Are you forgetting something?"
"No, daddy." Yazz mumbled softly. She was subdued and wanted to go inside check her baba was okay. She'd been relieved when they made it home safe not having known this Brooklyn guy who picked them up at school.
"Come here.." Harry opened his arms for her to join the group hug, she stilled for a minute and he was convinced she would run inside the house but then she walked over to him and looked at her little brothers that had their arms around Harry before looking up at him. Harry frowned cause why was she cold towards him, her black hair made her looked so much like Zayn especially with fire in her eyes..
"Aren't you going to say hi?" He asked her.
"Hi.." she said quietly.
"Yasmeen." Harry stared at her, "What else you got to say?"
"Hi, daddy." Brooklyn said then giggled.
Harry growled looking at him, Yazz smiled for the first time looking Brooklyn up and down. He annoyed her father, she liked that.
"Hi, daddy" she said holding in a laugh..
"Go inside guys." Harry said to his kids, "Not you.." he pulled Brooklyn back by his hoodie. He waited for his kids to get inside before hissing, "the fuck you're doing with my children?"
"Zayn said to pick them up.." Brooklyn replied, he then shook his head as if erasing what he just said, "Well, technically no, he didn't ask me. Niall did because he couldn't pick them up.." he said in a cheerful tone, "so, how are you? Heard you went AWOL? Been missing in action."
"First of all, shut up. Secondly, shut the fuck up. Why the hell did Zayn not pick the kids himself and sending Niall to do that? Where's Liam?" Harry shut the boot hard before dragging his suitcase towards the house.
"I don't know.." Brooklyn murmured following him. He loved this house, it looked nice and expensive. He couldn't wait to see the inside, he bet it's pretty too-
"Where do you think you're going?" Harry stopped and Brooklyn nearly bumped into him..
"Oopsie daisy..mind where you're going Harry.." Brooklyn walked around him and inside the house, "whoah.." he said blown away, "your house is sick.." he dramatically touched everything as if in Harry Potter's tour house.
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Always In My Heart (Sequel To Love Hurts)
FanfictionIt's all about keeping up with the Styles, daily struggles with parenthood while keeping their love alive.