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"PAPA," I hear from up the stairs and see Charlie coming my way "Charlie William Styles, we do not yell in this house."
We decided when the twins were born that Harry would be 'papa' to them and I 'daddy', but sometimes they call me mommy and that's alright, Harry and I both like it.
The 5 year old boy looks down. "Sorry papa, I just wanted to ask where daddy and Dari were."
I smile and ruffle his hair, wanting to say something when I see Harry coming in by the front door. "Hello my love, hey buddy," he pats Charlie's head and gives me a kiss.
"We just did the shopping, would you like to come and play footie with us charl?" Charlie shakes his head. "Nah, i want to watch though!"
The twins are very diffrent from each other, but both amazing in their own ways. Charlie rather has books then tv and Ipads, while Darius is more a football fan and a fashionista.
Harry smiles. "Then you need to be my supporter!" He lifts the boy into the air and settles him on his right hip, having Darius on his left.
"No daddy! Papa tell that I will be his supporter!" Darius says, crossing his arms.
"Hey boys, shall I play against daddy? Then I need you both as my supporter." I see their eyes light up. "Yes!" They both yell, running outside to the backyard.
I kiss Harry's pout away. "Hey hazz, I did say I want 11 kids right?"
He smiles. "Hm, yes you did."
I think we never ran quicker then that moment, up to the master bedroom. 😂
And that's where our story continues, moments of happiness and sadness included but after all, with each other...
For every question why, he is my because, even after all those years...
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Short Story"If his looks are the same as his personality, this is going to be fun..." The one where Louis and Harry kinda hated each other, until they don't... (Edited)
