Yellow.

nine.

"G-Goal?" Harry asks with a small frown, completely confused and unsure.

"Harry they are still practising, so that's not a real goal," Zayn responds with a smile and returns his focus to the small sized pitch.

Football is one of the least things Harry loves to watch for pleasure. Not like he has a long list of favourite things. A particular cooking show has come to be his favourite, simply because the intro song is relaxing and the chef is a bit too descriptive so it allows him assume he is involved in the process of making the food. He never understands football and more so, he hates when Zayn, Robin and Niall cheer for goals.

Loud and annoying laughs for mere balls rolling into wide nets. It was confusing the day Myra came home from school and insisted on playing football because she wants to be like the people on the television screen. Harry panicked because he had his heart set on Ballet classes and maybe music classes for his little one.

"How...How would Harry know? Ah...all confusing," he complains with a deep frown and decides to take a glance at the pitch.

Little boys and girls scampering all around the deep green ground. The boys are all kitted up and ready to move over to the neighbouring pitch, so the girls can start their own matches. Three different matches for different age groups and Myra's group is first because they are the youngest, and also they would easily get confused with the ball and wrap up their game pretty quick. It is a bit cold. It rained not long ago and Harry wants more rain. If it rains more then they leave. He would rather snuggle up and watch an animated movie with his daughter than be in some boring football match, but this makes her happy and he has to make her happy.

Niall gently bounces one of Gemma's twins on his legs and presses a soft kiss to her left cheek, causing Harry to frown a bit. He does not understand why Gemma allows Niall to be so close to the girls and he does not also understand why slash how the girls are already attached to Niall. It is almost like he is their father figure, and it sadly fits him. Harry adjusts on the bench and drops his down to the grass. Deep green and healthy looking. He likes how peaceful and stimulating it looks. His eyes blink a bit and slowly, he finds himself getting heavily distracted by the mere grass.

"Mate, the match is starting soon," Zayn whispers, leaning close and adjusting the beanie adorned by Harry.

Harry slowly nods and looks up. "Uh...need...need to wish Myra luck please,"

"Sure thing!" Niall interrupts from the side, causing Harry to groan and wince in irritation.

Niall ignores the reaction and waves a hand at the little on the arranged pitch. He waves a hand at her, gesturing her to come towards them and Myra hops to the teenage girl standing in front of her. Harry squints and frowns a bit, noticing the resemblance the young coach bares with Iman and he blinks, to be sure he is not making up things. He knuckles at his eyes and stares at the girl. Daya is slimmer, taller and has a lighter skin tone as compared to Iman, but the striking resemblance is there. The hair, smile and expressions are too similar.

Harry is suddenly nervous.

Myra flashes a bright smile at her coach and starts running towards her little group of supporters. Gemma immediately presses a kiss to her head and Zayn high fives her, with a proud compliment. The twins engulf her in proud kisses and hugs. The littlest and upcoming star in the family. Everyone loves reminding her that she is as important as they all are, because they understand as she grows up she would tend to feel left out because of the absence of a mother and a not so typical father. Myra notices her father is carried away and she stands in front of him.

She waves her short hand in front of him and giggles. "Papa! Daddy! Here!"

Harry blinks a bit and looks at his daughter. He gives her a smile and stretches his hands at her, for a hug. Myra gently wraps her small hands around his neck and rests her cheek against his shoulder. Harry feels contentment rush all over him and he slowly places his palm against her small back. This is what love feels like, and he admires it. Myra gently pulls away from the hug and presses a kiss to his nose. Harry giggles in amusement and gives her two thumbs up, not sure if he should speak.