Moments || H.S

eighty ; memories

(Eighty? wow, also a few pics in here I love)

Middle of July, bang in the middle of Summer 2029. One of the best summers I've ever had so far, we just got back from Greece and enjoying being back home. I lay in the sun with Matilda next to me on the grass. August swims laps in the pool and Delilah is at her friends house, it's peaceful. 

I want to travel more, I love seeing the world and experiencing new things. I love showing Delilah the beauty in everything and different places, cultures and languages. She loves music, especially Harry's and is already desperate to play the guitar with us. 

"Ave!" 

"Fuck!" I sit up quickly to see Harry laughing in sunglasses and shorts. 

"Don't scare  me" I sigh and lay back down "Give me a heart attack"

"Sorry" He sighs with a small chuckle, takes his shirt off and sits in a deck chair. He leans back and lets the sun hit his skin, even though he is already pretty tanned. 

"Harry!" August calls out from the pool and comes over, dripping whatever everywhere and they engage in conversation almost straight away. 

I leave the two of them to talk and head inside, getting myself a cube of ice to chew on to try and cool myself down. 

"Mummy!" Delilah runs from the front door and into the kitchen

"Hey, how was your day?" I ask and return her excited hug

"So good!" She says and runs into the backyard and I follow her

"Harry, guess what!" She sits in the chair next to him

"What?"

"Millie's Mum played one of your albums!" She says excitedly and I raise my eyebrows at him

"Oh really, which one?" Harry sits up and puts his sunglasses on top of his head

"The third one you made, I forgot the name sorry, but when I said I know you she didn't believe me. Kept saying you're famous and she doesn't think I do" She looks genuinely offended and confused "But.. are you famous?"

Harry looks at me, he knows this is something I need to finally explain to her. I can't hie this massive part of our lives from her. Lilah was bound to find out sooner than later anyway. 

I nod my head at him and he turns back to her "Yeah, I am" He says and she furrows her brows and thinks

"Why?"

"I sing, and make music. Lots of people like it" He explains 

I get an idea, when One Direction ended I made an album of all the photos I took with and of them, this would be the perfect time to bring it out again and tell her about that time. Harry doesn't know I made it, I'll surprise them both and take a drip down memory lane. 

"He was in a band, come inside and I'll show you" I tell her. 

Delilah and Harry follow me inside and I open a cupboard in the guest room, open the box and pull out the album I made nearly 15 years ago. This box is full of albums I've made over the years, all packed with memories.