The family man

Chapter 8

HEY YALL

FIRST AND FOREMOST

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It's already mid-January and all signs of Christmas are gone except for a few lazy homeownes and the melting snow on the ground in the side of the roads. The Horan-Styles family decided that this is one of those days where they are going out together as a family at the big fancy department store downtown. Niall was pushing the twins in the stroller and holding Conor's hand with his free hand. Harry had little James strapped to his front in the baby carrier. As the family was passing through the department store, Harry was far behind, lagging with him a bevy of shopping bags and a beleaguered look on his face. 

"We're almost done, darling," whispers Niall to Harry, rubbing his forearm. 

"Da, you promised," whines Conor, tugging on Niall's hand. 

Niall slaps his forehead, "Oh Jesus, right you are. Thank you for reminding me, Conor. Let's go to the kids department, fix the battery to this contraption and buy more towels."

An unhappy frown appears on Harry's face. He had been walking around and carrying all these stuff for hours. He's tired and wants to rest asap. 

"You said the previous one would be the last," says Harry loudly. "Why don't we just go to all the stores?"

Niall looks back at Harry. 

"Let's just go to every single store in this shopping mall. We can go to them all."

Niall sighs. "You know what, Harry, I'll just go with the kids, alright. Why don't you just stay here at the men's department." 

Harry glances at the large Men's Department and sighs. "Just text me when you're done, okay."

Niall nods and takes off with the kids. Harry observes Niall as he balances four kids effortlessly. Twins on the stroller. Conor behind him. And baby James strapped to his chest. How does he do it. 

Harry has been observing Niall as a parent in their house. And from his observation, Niall should be giving advice to everyone about parenting. He's the one that wakes up first in the family. Cleans the house. Feeds the dog. Gives tuition to Conor. Disciplines the kids, whenever they misbehaved. Trains the dog with tricks. Changed the tires. And all the other million stuff he does every single day. 

The singer only wishes he could be like Niall someday.

Harry walks around the large department store, touching the subpar ties and shirts. He feels longing for his fabulous custom Tom Fords, Armanis, Guccis and Versaces. All his fantastic clothes and shoes and bags are probably mourning back in his reality. No one to wear them for weeks. 

And then he sees it. Something of a glimpse of his previous life.