Those Curls

Chapter 44

Zayn's P.O.V

LyLayn and I had dinner together a few nights ago, and we deicded to move in together. She had brought her things over and we were unpacking her stuff in the room I had painted purple, her favorite color.

"Zayn, thank you again for the room. I could've lived in it with the walls when they were just yellow." She told me, folding her shorts and putting them in the top drawer of the white dresser I bought her.

"Only the best for my girl, though." I said, walking over to her and kissing her cheek. She smiled and kissed my cheek. "Is that all I get?" I asked jokingly.

"Fine." She made her way to my lips and smirked as I kissed her back. She pulled back and I smiled.

"Thanks, love." I said, getting back to putting her closet together.

"I need a pet name for you." LyLayn said after a few minutes. I looked up from the pole I was screwing to the wall and smiled.

"Like?" I asked, laughing.

"What about Zaynie?" She laughed.

"No. I hate that name and you know that." I said while she laughed.

"I do know that. What do you like?" She asked. I shruggest and screwed to rest of the pole to the wall. I put the power drill down on the floor and went over to LyLayn. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"For you I like Baby Girl." I told her. She smiled and leaned back into me.

"Okay, I like that. So Baby Girl and Honey?" She asked, completely serious.

"Okay. I like that, Baby Girl." I said winking.

"I'm tired. Let's finish in the morning." She said, breaking from my grip and moving to her bed.

"Okay, Baby Girl. I love you." I kissed her cheek and covered her with a blanket.

"I love you too, Honey." She said winking. I walked out and turned off her light, then went into my room. The bed felt comfortable for once, but I think that LyLayn in the room right next to me that made it feel that way.

Brooklyn's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of Harry snoring. At first the sound startled me, but when I saw we were in the living room I remebered last night. How Harry was so sweet when the babies kicked, and how he actually cared about me.

Maybe he did change.

"You okay?" Harry asked, causing me to jump.

"Yeah." I said as he came closer to me. When he was close enough he wrapped his arms around my waist and I leaned onto his chest.

"Thanks for last night." He said. I smiled even though he couldn't see it and then looked up at him.

"Thank you. I think that's really what I needed." I told him. He kissed my forehead and his lips on my skin felt so right.

"Can you go get Sophie and Lux up?" I asked Harry. He nodded and let go of my waist. I got up after him and went to make breakfast. I put eggs on a pan and let them cook, then put some toast in the oven.

"Mummy!" Sophie yelled, running down the stairs. When she got to the second to last step all I heard was a big thump. I turned around and found Sophie face down on the tile floor. I ran over to her as fast as I could and picked her up. She was crying and screaming, and there was blood coming out of her nose.

"Harry!" I yelled as he started walking down the stairs with Lux holding his hand.

"What's wrong Brooklyn?" He asked, picking up Lux and running the rest of the way down the stairs.

"Sophie fell. Go get me a wet towel." I said, putting my hand under Sophie's nose to stop the blood from running down her face. Harry went into the kitchen and came back with a wet towel. He handed it to me and I wiped up the blood on Sophie's face, then held it to her nose.

"Here. Ice helps, right?" Harry asked, walking up with Lux holding out an ice pack to me. I smiled and placed the ice on Sophie's nose.

"Tha-" I said just as the fire alarm went off. "Oh God. Breakfast." I sighed, picking Sophie up and going into the kitchen as fast as I could. I put her down on the counter as Harry came in behind me and held the ice to Sophie's nose. I pulled out the toast to reveal black squares, and then turned off the stove where the eggs were. I threw the pan with black liquids on it and threw it into the sink.

"Babe, Don't worry about it." Harry said, putting the ice down and coming over to me. I just pushed him away and went up to my room.

"Stop fucking calling me that!" I yelled as I ran up to my room with tears in my eyes.

Nothing I do ever turns out right. It's always my fault. And when I try to do something right it breaks, burns or ends up awful. I guess that's just how my life works. Everything I do is wrong, and I just don't find it fair. I try, but I don't think that anybody sees that I do. It's just the way my life works.