Those Curls

Chapter 43

Emily's P.O.V

"Hi." I said to the man outside.

"Hi. I'm Liam." He said holding out his hand. I took it and closed the door behind us. "I made dinner reservations at The Grille. Is that okay?" He asked.

"Yes! I love that place." I giggled as he opened the passengers side door for me. I thanked him and slipped into the seat. He went around to the left side and got in, then started driving to The Grille. The whole car ride we listened to music and I felt comfortable singing in front of him, with the music of course.

"We're here." Liam said getting out of the car and opening the door for me. We walked in and went over to a lady standing at a small podium. She didn't look too pleased to see us, let alone anyone so all Liam said was his last name. Another younger girl came to take us to our table. We were in the back of the restraunt so nobody would notice us. It was quiet and very nice.

''I'm Tiffany, your waitress. What can I get for your drink?" She asked.

"I'll have a water." Liam said, then motioned to me.

"I'll have a water too." I smiled and she walked away. She came back with our drinks and we ordered.

"Where are you from? I can tell your not from London. Your accent." Liam said after taking a sip of his water. It was clear he was just as nervous as I was.

"Yeah, I'm from California. My friends and I decided to move down here." I told him. He nodded and looked around.

"I'm from Wolverhampton." He told me. I nodded and listened to his accent as he kept talking about his family and his life. Everything about him was perfect to me, and I've never felt this way about anyone. Especially not on the first date.

Harry's P.O.V

"Hey, babe. You okay?" I asked as I opened the door to Brooklyn's room. She went back to her room after she started feeling a bit sick.

"Yeah." She answered from her bed. She had her TV on but she wasn't watching it. I decided to go over and comfort her.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, sitting down on her bed. She rolled over to face me and I saw tear tracks on her face.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Harry." She said, her lip starting to quiver. I took her in my arms and let her cry into my chest. This isn't good for Brooklyn or the babies.

"What don't you know Lyn?" I asked once her cries had become soft whimpers. She took her head out of my chest and looked at me.

"I can't have four kids before I'm twenty. Do you know what people are going to say? What about your fans? And all of my kids have dads that are famous. I really am a slut." She said starting to cry again.

"Brooklyn, listen to me. You are not a slut. You're just not lucky. It took once to get Sophie, and Lux was just a mistake that neither of us had anything to do with. These babies are the result of me hurting you again but they are also a reminder of your love for Liam. Brooklyn, it takes two people to screw up. When you are as beautiful as yourself, men are going to be all over you. People who don't know just hate on you because you're a beautiful, strong girl that two boys from One Direction are in love with." I told her. She looked up at me and she looked confused.

"You- You love me?" She asked.

"Brooklyn, of course I love you. I love you just as much as I love Sophie and Lux. How did you not know I loved you?" I asked.

"You left me alone with two kids after you told me you wouldn't." She said wiping her tears away.

"It wasn't my choice. Let's just forget about this, okay? Want to go downstairs and watch a movie?" I asked. She nodded, grabbed her duvet and we went downstairs.

"Brooklyn?" I whispered to her around midnight. I could hear her soft breathing but I didn't know if she was asleep.

"Yeah?" She asked, moving closer to me.

"Why are you still up?" I aksed. She moved closer to me and took my hand in her's. She gently placed it on her stomach and I felt something move. "What was that?"

"One of the babies. Should I call Liam?" She asked. I shrugged and looked down at my hand on her stomach. This wasn't how it was supposed to be until later in our life and the babies were supposed to be mine, but if this is how it has to happen then I guess it's as good as I'll get.

"I'll call him in the morning." She said, moving so her head was on my chest and my hand was still on her stomach, feeling my neice or nephew move in my.. I wish she was my girlfriend's stomach. I love her so much. If only she could know.

(A/N: Hey guys! Vote for Lily (Liam and Emily), Briam (Liam and Brooklyn) or Barry (Harry and Brooklyn). Thanks! xx)