"Moma look, look at drawing! Soo nice is it?" Alyssa's eyes green eyes were wide looking at me as if my opinion meant the absolute world to her. She acts as if I'm a goddess in her eyes.
"It's beautiful, hun. Who's it of?" I crossed my legs, sitting down on the dark crimson carpet beside her, looking at her work of art that she was holding proudly in her small dainty little hands.
"Family. Me, you...and daddy." She pointed to each stick figure as she named them. One had a bright pink dress on, which was her, one had a purple dress on, which was me, and the one with lots of curly hair was Harry. He looked like he ha a mop on his head-It was honestly beautiful.
"Do you miss daddy, Ally?" I mumbled on her shoulder as I pulled her small body into mines for a cuddle.
She nods her head firmly, her dark curls brushing my cheek, "Yes momma. So much."
I sigh, but before I could speak there was a knock on the door. I glanced at the clock, six pm. Who would come at this time? Who would come anyway? I've never had guests over before... I'm scared.
I let go of Ally and she turned back to her colouring as I headed towards the front door, opening it slightly so I could see who the visitor was... And I almost screamed out in excitement.
"NIALL!!!!" I instantly wrapped my arms around the Irish lad's waist and he buried his face into the crook of my neck, just like he used to. We hugged each other so tight not wanting to let go. I haven't seen him since.....a year ago? At Zayn's wedding. Wow. He's changed. I've changed. Oh my god-he is so much more toner now! Wow.
"I've missed you so so so so so much, Sky." His Irish accent tickles my earbuds as he whispers into my ear, his voice breaking slightly making me more emotional then before. Damn you Horan!
Then I heard a deep cough from behind him, and Niall breaks away from our hug, grinning like a mad man... like old times. He hasn't really changed personality wise which is really good.
Because there he stands, tall but lanky, full of curls and dimples. The man I married, idiot needs a hair cut but still as gorgeous as I can remember, Mr Harry Edward Styles. Can you find me a more perfect guy? Oh wait-you can't.
He doesn't need to warn me as he sweeps me in his arms around spins me in the air, me laughing and crying at the same time. I'm too overwhelmed by the sudden events. My emotions are going crazy, and I'm surprised I haven't started my period because the hormones are running wild.
"DADDY! UNCLE NI!!!!!" Harry places me on the ground leaning in for a kiss that we both really need but was interrupted by our little girl running towards him, wrapping her arms around his toned leg. Wow-how much running has he been doing on the stages? I'm envious of how sexy they area-oh my. He laughs loudly and picks her up easily before hugging her tightly.
"Daddies' missed you so much, lizzie." Harry kisses her rosy cheeks and places her on the floor so she can go hug her Godfather.
I'm now back in Harry's arms where I rightfully belong always.
"Why are you guys here?! It's so unexpected!" I giggle as Harry nuzzles his nose onto my neck, randomly. We're quite cute like that I guess you could say that-sometimes sickly sweet.
"Didn't you hear the news?" Harry asked me, curiously shutting the purple front door and leading me towards the jet black sofa. I've tried my best to change the house make it more modernised, but also the reason was to try and forget the memories here so i don't hurt every time i think of the boys.
"No? Who listens to the news?" He laughs with me before frowning slightly. I don't like that frown. It really shouldn't be there. It should stay on my face where it used to always be.
"I...I...we, me and Niall-oh Niall, you tell her!" Harry looks desperately at my blonde best friend who is currently blowing raspberries with Alyssa. They look adorable. We made an amazing choice making him her godfather.
He picks her up and places her onto his lap as he sits down in the soft chair that once upon a time, was Niall's and my armchair. We shared it, always. When I sometimes hurt at night remembering the boys, I sometimes come down and sleep on the armchair and everything feels okay again.
"One Direction has split up." Niall tells me, with no sign of emotion in his deep crystal blue eyes. What the?
My breath hitches, and I look at Harry for confirmation which he gives with a sad nod.
"I-what? But-you said-like what? Contract? I-can't even.....what?" It was really hard to summon my words into one sentence as my emotions were quite wild now. Again. Periods hopefully.
"The contract, Zayn and I never signed. Zayn decided to quit first, seeing as he claims he needs to be with Perrie and when their baby comes, 24/7. He wants the whole father experience...the one I missed out on... And me? I just want you guys both properly in my life. The band couldn't continue with just three members. It wouldn't be right and the harmonies would collapse etc. Louis, Liam and Niall were okay with splitting up. We just wanted to be away from all the fame. It got too much. We love our fans and we'll always love them but hopefully they'll understand us. Fame is not nice at all. I didn't ask for this-I didn't expect half the thing we have achieved in the seven years we've been together!" Harry explained to me, taking my small hands in his larger ones and I managed to crack a smile at the gesture I've missed dearly.
"That's...so much to take in guys.. I just. What's the other guys doing with their lives now? You can't all escape the spotlight that quickly and easily!" why are they acting like this isn't a big deal when it is a bloody damn ginormous one!
"Louis's gone to Manchester to stay with Eleanor while she's studying there, then he's going to propose or something like that...um, Liam's the only one ready to stay in the fame. He's going to be a judge on X Factor." Niall smiles at me, and I just had to smile back because I have missed smiling, genuinely.
"That's-that's so crazy. But still. Guys, the papz will find you. They'll be stupid not to. You guys are all targets now. You all just left the famous world so quickly, so unexpectedly. No warnings whatsoever. I don't know what to say...or even think!"
"I know it's hard to take in, baby but be happy. You have all your favourite people here now." Harry pecked me on my lips, and I just had to nod because he was right.
I really couldn't be more happier.
The doubt in my mind that everything will crash and burn was slowly becoming less dominant as I knew I had to hold on, and make the most memories I can while this 'hidden life' lasts. The papz won't stop until they find out everything about where all the boys are.
I just know they'll have a field day when they find out about Alyssa and I.
We'll be on ever newspaper, on the news itself, the talk of Leicester, England, Uk, Europe, THE WHOLE WORLD MAYBE EVEN--OKAY I DON'T KNOW.
All I know is... I don't want that to happen.....ever.
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Love Is Possible.
Fanfiction"I love you." A few years ago I would roll my eyes--or laugh hysterically at those three words. "Love. Pshtttt." that's what I'd say. Now? Does love exist? Yes. I believe it does. Throughout my teenage years... love--love was just a myth. Love is...
