#trishawrites

Hello Everyone,

It has been a while. Has it been 3-4 years ever since I stopped writing? Most of you probably don’t care anymore but I feel that it’s only right I apologize for leaving a lot of you hanging. It was a selfish move but at the time I stopped writing, I was in a very dark place. I hated the last few chapters I wrote about Taylor & Harry. 

I was killing my characters emotionally and making them go through what I was feeling. Given that they are only fictional characters, however every chapter I published reflected me and I hated it. It wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t good enough. The first few months after I stopped writing, I had plenty of you try to reach out to me and get me to write again. I’m sorry that I did not even reply to you. 

1DFF deleted my account and stories so you won’t be able to read them from that site anymore. Search them on Wattpad, I know a few people did repost them. It sucked when I found out everything was deleted but that’s what I get for being inactive for a long time. 

If you were one of the people who read my stories, thank you and I’m sorry. This may not matter to anyone but it will help me to either fully get over writing or start again. In the end, I’m still selfish as I think about myself. I apologize again. When I return, I will give you better content as a 21 year old writer. 

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There are a few times I have been caught sneaking in at concerts. I was caught two times trying to sneak into where One Direction’s tour bus and equipment busses were parked last year. They had a separate parking from the rest of the people but that didn’t stop me from taking a glance at them. I also almost got arrested for fighting with a police officer that was trying to kick me out of a One Direction concert, which took place a few months ago in LA.  

I have been caught doing crazy things in my life just to get a glimpse of my idols a lot of times before. I’m actually used to it, I’m pretty sure some of the boys’ bodyguards will recognize me if they see me again. It’s not even a big deal anymore, say Paul Higgins catches me loitering around the hotel, I’d be able to come up with a lie on the spot and most likely get away with it. But getting caught by Harry Styles himself is a different case. 

See, this can go in two different directions. A good one and a bad one, both will change my whole life. First the good direction, Harry will think I’m just a passionate fan who is trying really hard just to meet him and be moved by my actions, then fall in love with me and he will take me on tour with him because he cannot bear the thought of waiting six months just to be with me after touring. We live happily ever after.

Or this goes in the second direction, which is the bad one. He calls the cops to report a stalker who is trying to break into his hotel room for a piece of clothing, preferably a used one, and tweet about a psycho stalking him and mentions me and then I will get a lot of hate and twitter will suspend my account. And then my parents hear about this, so they decide to disown me. 

"This is not what it looks like!" I blurted out. Harry stares at me with a blank look. He’s probably used to girls trying to break into his hotel rooms. "You see, what happened was.." I paused, thinking of a way to get out of the situation. 

Shit, I can’t come up with anything. I should just come clean now. Fuck. “Okay, so maybe this is really what it looks like. I was trying to break into your room.”

"Should I call security?" He asked, a crease forming between his eyebrows. "No! Please, no! God, no!" I begged, "I’m so sorry for trying to break in, I just love you so much and I really wanted to get a piece of clothing that you’ve worn. I’m so sorry if that sounds weird. I also wanted to apologize for high fiving your dick, I swear I meant well but it just happened that way. Don’t call your body guards!" I raised my hand to cover my mouth, preventing myself from blurting out anymore ridiculous things. 

Harry looked at me for a moment. He looked serious and worried. I thought he was going to call for security but felt relieved when he smiled. I was still worried but his smile just calmed my whole system down.

Jesus, this is actually happening. Harry Styles is standing right in front of me. And he’s smiling! “Well, come on in. I might have a shirt that I can give you.” He walked into the room and I followed. Harry started going through his luggage when he gestured for me to sit on his bed.

This is it. The reason for my birth has finally lead to this moment. I am actually sat on Harry Style’s bed. I am really breathing the same air as him. But, wait. Holy crap. What if he thinks I’m here because I want to have sex with him?! Fuck, I didn’t even shave my legs! Shit, I’ve never even had sex before! “I’m a virgin!”  

Harry halted from searching through his bags. I was confused as to why he suddenly stopped but then immediately realized that I had just stated my virginity out loud. “Okay. I’m sure your parents are proud.” He spoke, holding himself back from laughing at my stupidity. 

"Gosh, I’m sorry. I’m usually not this dumb. I can be cool sometimes, I swear." Who even on earth would try to explain themselves about being cool?! Damn it. My dream of looking cool in front of Harry Styles has vanished. Harry smiled, "Here" he handed me a dark grey shirt and I held it up to see which shirt it was. 

HIPSTA PLEASE

"I haven’t worn that in awhile, but it’s clean." I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling because I was so excited and thankful for the shirt and his kindness but at the same time, I still wanted a used shirt. But, who am I to be picky? Holy shit, Harry Styles gave me one of his shirts! 

I pushed myself forward, throwing myself into Harry’s hard chest and he was nice enough to wrap his arms around me in return. “Thank you so much! I will cherish this forever, oh my god. I’ve always wanted to sleep in one of your shirts.” I mentally knee-kicked myself. How many more crazy things am I going to say?! 

"I’m pleased to know, thank you for your love and support. Have you eaten yet?" He asked, gently letting go of me. I shook my head to indicate, no. "I haven’t, my best friend and I have been sneaking around the hotel to get to you." Right! I need to call her. 

"Well, I was on my way to meet a friend for dinner but something came up. Would you and your friend like to join m-"

"YES! Yes, I do. We do. God, sweet lord, yes." I frantically answered before he even finished his sentence. Harry smiled and patiently waited while I was calling Mitchie. 

Mitchie was very thrilled when I told her what had happened and what was going to happen. She agreed to meet Harry and I at the lobby instead of going up to Harry’s room because she had been caught right before she could even say hi to Zayn. 

I followed Harry into the elevator and tried to mask the beating of my hear that could be heard from a mile away by starting a small talk, which I of course messed up by stuttering. “So, how is the album going so far?”

Harry turned to face and looked me straight in the eyes while explaining, “It’s going well, some of the songs that we will be recording are written by me.” He smiled excitedly, he looked genuinely happy causing my knees to go weak but I held on. I love the way he spoke to me.

In the few moments that we were in the elevator alone, he gave me his full attention while watching my lips as I talked. He even ignored his phone when it rang because I was still talking about how I almost got arrested at one of The 1975’s shows. I of course left out the part where I almost got arrested at one of their shows as well.

Harry and I continued fangirling about The 1975 until we stepped out of the elevator. I thanked him for tweeting about them because he’s the reason why I basically got addicted to the 1975. A high-pitched scream cut off our conversation. Some of the fans were inside the lobby along with what looked like their parents. Never mess with fangirling parents, they’re the real deal.

Mitchie emerged from the small crowd and made her way towards Harry and I. This act made the other fans think that it was okay to mob Harry, pushing Mitchie and I to the side. “Wait! Stop! Harry!” I screamed while tripping and falling face flat on the floor. Damn it.

The mob became out of control and the security arrived to get Harry. He can’t leave! We were supposed to have dinner together! Shit, he doesn’t even know my name yet! Fuck! 

Harry looked over his shoulder while being escorted back into the elevator, “Sorry!” he mouthed. “Harry, wait! My name!” I yelled, I really want him to remember my name. “My name is-“, the elevator doors closed, “Joelle.” I spoke just above a whisper.

Defeated, Mitchie and I headed out of the hotel and walked our way to the closest, cheapest Inn we could find. Every place we went to was all fully booked but one of the Inns about three blocks from where the boys were staying at had exactly one room left. It wasn’t really a very beautiful room but it’ll have to do so we rented it out for the week.

We were starving. I was really looking forward to that dinner with Harry. Sighing out loud, I reached for the old-fashioned phone that was sitting on the bedside table and called in for room service. We were about to have pizza instead of a maybe-fancy dinner date with Harry. Damn it. 

Mitchie and I collapsed on our own beds, both letting exhaustion take over us. I clutched against my chest Harry’s shirt. This will forever be cherished. “Today was exhausting, Mitch. At least something actually happened.” I smiled. I was happy, genuinely happy. 

It’s simple and might even sound stupid because the reason of my happiness at the moment is being able to interact with band members who I basically worship and I know that they are most likely bound to forget whatever happened today but to me, I will honestly think about those few seconds of interaction with them for a long time. That’s the sad truth about being a supporter. They’re basically everything to me but to them I’m just another fan.

"Hipsta Please?" I heard Mitchie mumble causing my head to tilt towards her direction. "What?" I asked. "Harry tweeted something incomprehensible again," she spoke while going through her phone. 

Holy shit, he did not tweet about the shirt, did he?! In a matter of seconds I managed to leap across the room to Mitchie’s bed and snatched the phone from her hand. “Give me that!” I yelled while she cried in pain due to my elbow hitting her rib. 

@harry_styles: Hipsta Please: Rain check for now, name later.

No he didn't exactly tweeted about the shirt, he's tweeting about me! No, he's tweeting to set up another dinner date? Holy fucking hell! No, I cannot get ahead of myself. This tweet could be for somebody else. He probably forgot about me already. Before I could even think of different scenarios that were building up in my head, another tweet from Harry appeared on Mitchie’s timeline.

@harry_styles: My fellow the 1975 fanatic, let’s speak again soon.

Plain and Average on Wednesday, 8pm! (PST) This one will be a MATURE fanfic, thought I should let you know. E L James, the author of the Fifty Shades Trilogy inspired me. If you're not comfortable with it, tell me. Warnings: *Sexual Content. *Very strong language.

Taylor's POV.

After a long night of explaining why Harry couldn't come home with us last night, Darcy finally fell asleep with a smile on her face because I promised her, Harry would be at the announcement tonight. He promised he'll be there.. if he fuck up, I don't know what I'll do. The one thing I would never want to happen is to see my daughter get hurt because of him.. I just don't want to see her get hurt in general.

I took a deep breath in and prepared myself mentally for the announcement. I'm in one of the luxurious rooms of The Somers Hotel. Dad's holding the party here and I heard everything's set up. Mom arrived earlier but I still haven't seen her because I'm still not prepared for this whole thing. Drew and Darcy are both in his room, playing dolls. I told them I needed some time alone and they're both ready anyways so everyone's okay now.. except for me.

Still not sure if I'm doing the right thing here.

Am I even ready for this? Well, clearly not. But I have to do this.. I can't hide forever. Darcy deserves a better life. Better than hiding. I guess it's true, you'd do anything for your kid. I'd go to hell and back for her, that's for sure.

"Ey bitch, you ready?" Drew's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly straightened out my black and white cocktail dress and turned around to face him. I sighed and nodded my head, "Yes."

"Well, then.. the fuck are you still doing here? Lhesss go! Move, move, move!" He said clapping his hands together at the last part. My head whipped in his direction and I snapped, "Don't clam yo' hands at me."

He raised his eyebrows, "Oh no you didn't."

"Uh, yes I did."

"You shouldn't have said that because now, Drew the bitch is even sassier." He exclaimed, his pointer finger sticking out. "Whatever. Where's Darcy?" I asked as I made my way towards the bed to pick up my purse. "With her grandma."

Drew sat down on the bed, watching my every move. I stopped and closed my eyes for a minute, "What about Harry? Where is he?" The party starts in 30 minutes and I don't think he's here yet. Darcy's been bugging me about him ever since she woke up. Harry didn't even bother to text me. I mean, if he's gonna be late.. he should at least send me a message or something.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Don't know." I let out a frustrated sigh and collapsed on the bed. This is going to be the longest 2 weeks of my life. You see that? It's basically Day 1 of trying to be a family and he's already doing pretty shit.

I also invited the rest of One Direction and Danielle. They all wanted to meet Darcy. Especially, Danielle. She's been DMing me on twitter about how bad she wants to meet Darcy. Louis still hasn't spoken to me but I'm glad he's coming tonight. He's still mad.. I mean, he's got the right to be. I mean, we were kind of best friends and he liked me before. So, he feels pretty shit too about the whole fake death scheme, I'm pretty sure.

Eleanor's coming too.

I think half of the UK's coming. Dad's been busy planning this whole party for our "come back." The TV people are getting ready as we speak. "Ugh! Get up! You're ruining your dress!" Drew scolded, pulling me up from the bed.

He grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, "We can do this. We're in this together, aight? I helped you hide, I'm gonna help you reveal the truth."

I nodded my head and he groaned when he saw tears forming, "Don't you dare cry!" he warned, "I will cut you." He threatened, his eyes are already filled with his own tears. "Bitch, now you makin' me cry."

We both laughed and hugged each other. He wiped my tears away and shook his head, "We shouldn't be crying. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you." He smiled and lead me out of the room.

My knees felt weak but I kept on walking 'til we came to meet my dad and mom with Darcy at the back of the mini stage where nobody was allowed but the Somers and friends. As soon as we walked in, Darcy ran up to me and I gave her a tight hug. I greeted my mother and father but I didn't talk that much. 

Mom and dad were talking to me about what they wanna do with Drew and I's hotel in Madrid but I wasn't really paying any attention. All I was thinking about was Harry. He's still nowhere to be found! Drew said the rest of One Direction's here with Danielle and Eleanor.

Where the hell is Harry?

"Honey? Honey!" My mom shook me back to reality. "Yeah?"

"Are you ready? Your dad's about to tell the people outside. Come here.." She fixed my make up and added some color to my now pale lips. My whole body began shaking and Darcy was looking up to me with her eyebrows furrowed. I shot her a sweet smile, letting her now everything's alright. I took her hand and Drew placed a hand on the small of my back. "Y'all ready?"

Not really but I nodded.

We all can hear dad's voice booming through out the whole venue. It made my heart race. I closed my eyes and waited for him to tell the truth.

"Thank you all for coming tonight. My wife and I appreciate you all for showing up." He paused for a minute and then spoke again, " Now, you all know my daughter, Taylor Styles." The crowd answered with, "May she rest in peace."

My stomach twitched and my hands became clammy. Darcy held onto me and I gave her tiny hand a little squeeze letting her know, everything's okay. Dad cleared her throat and spoke again, "After 5 years of mourning.." I held my breath, hoping this was just a dream.

But even in my dreams, Harry is still missing in action.

"We found out that she's alive."

I heard gasps and murmurs. It took my dad a minute or two get their attention again, "Taylor Styles and her daughter are both safe and alive." I heard camera shutters and I just wanted to break down but I couldn't. I need to do this.  Questions from different directions were thrown, my mom and dad were doing all they can to hush everyone. Moments later the noise died down, "Our daughter will be glad to face all of you and answer some of your questions."

I felt a hand on my back, pushing me forward to go on stage. I was about to step out when I realized, Darcy was still holding my hand. "Wait!" I stopped on my tracks and turned to face Andrew. "I don't want my daughter's face to be all over the mags and telly, she-"

"I understand." Drew gave me a smile and took Darcy from me. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out to be faced by strangers taking pictures of me and asking different questions. My parents stepped aside and gave me the mic. I was about to greet them all but they won't stop asking questions.

"What happened, Ms. Taylor?"

"What's the reason you didn't show up for five years?"

"Where's your daughter?"

"Did you hide on purpose?"

"Where did you hide?"

"Did you fake your death?"

"Are you and Harry still married?"

I couldn't speak. I wanted Harry to be by my side.. to help me answer these questions but no.. once again, he hurt me. And not just me! Darcy! He said he'll be here for our daughter.. but no, where the hell is he? "I-uh.." I stuttered. My eyes landed on a group of people.

Danielle and Eleanor with the rest of One Direction.

They all gave me a reassuring smile and motioned for me to speak up. I cleared my throat, trying to focus on the people asking questions. "I- I can't" Before I could even say that I really can't do this, I felt a hand on the small of my back. I turned my head to see Harry, he smiled down at me and took the mic from my hand. "Sorry, I'm late."

He flashed the crowd his famous smile and I heard some girls breathing heavily, some girls were fake fainting. I couldn't take my eyes off of him tho, I smiled and said, "You came."

"Told you, I'll be with you and help you with this."

Suddenly, the questions about my fake death were gone in a blink of an eye. Questions about Harry and I were coming from all directions and the security had to calm the people down.

Harry kept his cool on and handled everything for me. "First of all, I would like to thank all of you for coming. We're glad to announce that my wife and daughter are both safe.. alive. There are some things that we can't really tell you about but we're glad to say that everything's fine now."

"Are you still together?"

Our eyes met for a second and he turned his head to speak again. I'm not gonna lie.. I still want to be with him. No matter how bad I hated him.. I just can't forget about him. About my feelings for him.

"Yes." He simply said.

This is all just for Darcy, that's all. Only for our daughter.

"Are you all living together? When are we going to meet World's luckiest child?"

"Actually, we are moving back into our old house tonight." Harry announced. I gave him a confused look, "We are?"

"Yes, babe. We are." He turned to face the crowd again, "And soon enough, you'll meet our daughter." He smiled, pulling me close to him. The crowd, "awwed" and I couldn't help but blush. "It's like they just got married!" Somebody cooed.

"Are you both still in love with each other?"

My heart stopped for a moment. Do I lie or just kill myself now? Wait.. I'm not going to lie. I can't lie.. I really am in love with him, still. I don't know about him. "Yes." Harry and I said in unison.

Our eyes locked and I wanted to tell him, "I hope you mean it." but I couldn't! I'm chicken. I'm a fucking chicken.. who's pretending to be tough. "We are very much in love." Harry said. "I love her." He said, looking straight into my eyes.

The crowd "awwed" and gave us a round of applause. "Thank you all very much, that's it for to-"

"Kiss!!"

"Yeah! Kiss!!!"

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!" The crowd chanted.

"I- we don-" I was cut off by his lips.

The feelings.. everything came back with just a simple kiss. I'm deeply in love with him all over again. We pulled away and the crowd went wild. Harry lead me backstage, his hand resting on the small of my back.

"Mummy! Daddy!" Darcy beamed, running up to us. Harry and I got down on her level and she wrapped her tiny arms around our necks. We ended up group hugging, seconds later more people joined us.

Drew, the rest of 1D, Danielle, and Eleanor.

"We're glad to have you back." Louis finally said. We all pulled apart and I faced Louis, "Sorry and thank you." I engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

Somebody cleared their throat and we pulled away, "Uh.. well, Guys. This is Darcy, Harry and I's daughter."

Darcy hid behind her father's legs and everyone "awwed" at her. "She's so cute!" Danielle expressed, squeezing Liam's hand at the same time.

Harry took Darcy in his arms and introduced her properly to everyone. She gave Louis and Niall high fives, Danielle asked for a kiss, Liam kissed her cheek, and Zayn got a kiss on the cheek. Eleanor gave her a hug. I was pulled away from the crowd by my parents.

Dad was about to talk but I cut him off, "I really don't want to talk right now, Dad. I need to go home because apparently.. we're moving back to our old house."

I didn't wait for him to talk, I kissed him on the cheek and gave mom a hug. I told everyone how exhausted I am so they said we'll just catch up tomorrow. Harry pulled me aside and stared at me. "Stop that."

He rolled his eyes and said, "You're coming home with me."

"What if I don't want to?"

"We're still married, so you're meant to live with me. I don't care if you're dating some Spaniard punk, You're mine." He stopped mid sentence to rephrase what he just said, "I mean, you're still my wife."

"Yeah, well.. I don't care if you're dating some bitch. Maybe that's why you were late. You met up with some slut." I hissed at him, trying to not get Darcy's attention. "You're jealous." He accused.

I gasped, "I am not!"

"Sure, whatever. You're coming home with me. I was late because I had to check our old house and paid some people to clean everything. I also bought some toys for Darcy. Everything's set."

That made my heart swell. I couldn't argue no more, I just nodded. "I'm driving. Let's go and pretend to be happy."  He took my hand in his and intertwined them. He pulled me towards the rest of the guys, "Let's go sweetie, we're going home!" Harry cheered.

Darcy's eyes widened, "You're coming with us?" Harry nodded and Darcy jumped up to hug his dad. I let out a soft laugh. We all said our goodbyes, Drew gave me a look but he told me he'll send our stuff tomorrow morning.

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Darcy fell asleep on our way here, Harry tucked her in her bed. She's got a princess themed bedroom. Very pink. Harry probably asked Eleanor because Darcy's room is full of her favorite things.

I sneakily tip toed back to our room. Watching Harry tuck in Darcy is a bit creepy, I think. I made it in our room without being caught. Yes, our room. We're sharing a bed because we don't want Darcy asking why her parents aren't sleeping in the same bed.

"Fuck." I cussed out loud without even thinking that I have a sleeping daughter 2 doors down. I don't have any spare clothes and this dress ain't comfortable to sleep in.

"You do know Darcy's 2 doors down from us, right?"

I rolled my eyes and turned to see Harry removing his clothes already. My eyes landed on his toned abs.. so that's what I missed.

"Like what you see?" He smirked. I quickly closed my mouth, I didn't even noticed it was open. shit. "Uh.." I tore my eyes from his abs and stared at the bed, "So, Darcy's asleep, yeah?"

"Yeah, I thought you already know that. You were watching us." He stated, by now.. his clothes were thrown on the floor. Same old, Harry. He was only wearing his calvin klein boxers and I immediately took my eyes off of him. I felt my face getting red so I changed the subject. "I don't have any cloth-"

"You can borrow some of my stuff." He said, walking towards his closet and grabbing an over sized V-neck. "Do you want a pair of boxers?" He asked. I shook my head, "Nah, I'm wearing panties." He smirked again.

"You know what? A pair of boxers' actually a good idea."

He handed me the clothes and plopped down on the bed. I went to change in the en suite and removed my make up and brushed my teeth. The door swung open when I was about to get out. "Ever heard of knocking?"

"I was hoping to see you naked." He grinned, I rolled my eyes and brushed past him. "Just kidding, I need to brush my teeth!" He called back. I unclasped my bra and tossed it on the love seat about six feet away from our bed, completely ignoring him.

I slid under the duvet and laid on my left side. I was trying to fall asleep when I felt the other side of the bed sunk down. My body was close to the very edge, just one move and I'll be falling on the floor face flat.

"I'm not going to rape you, you're going to fall if you sleep like that." Harry's voice cracked, it's deep and it's turning me on. This is not right at all. "You know what." I sat up, "I'm going to sleep on the-"

He sighed, "Please, don't make this LA all over again." I turned my body to face him, he was lying on his back with his eyes wide open. "Okay." I said, lying back down.

I saw him turn to face me in the corner of my eye. He just laid there staring at me and it's making me feel uncomfortable. I sighed and rolled onto my side to meet his gaze. We just stared into each others eyes, not talking or blinking.

I was about to turn my back on him when he spoke, "I'm sorry." What? The last time I checked, I was the one who hid for five years. Why is he apologizing now? "I'm sorry for cheating on you. I never meant to hurt you, you know I loved you so much Taylor. I'm so sorry." He left me speechless.

I knew he was sorry but for him to bring it up now? Wow. Something inside me pushed me to jump on him and kiss him but my mind was saying, no. This is all just for Darcy.. but this time my heart spoke and for the first time in years, I followed it.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately. He seemed shock for a moment but kissed me back seconds later. His hands found my waist and pulled me on top of him without breaking the kiss. My knees were on either side of him, I was straddling him. I deepened the kiss as his hand slid under my shirt to caress my back.

My skin was on fire, electric current running through me with every touch. Our tongues began to battle. He jerked his hips forward so I could feel his erection that's hardening underneath his boxers. With one swift motion, he flipped me over and hovered over me. He crashed his lips onto mine again and began tracing hungry kisses on my jawline and neck, sucking on my sweet spot. A moan escaped my lips when he found it.

I grabbed a fistful of his curls and pulled him closer to me, kissing him desperately. I wanted every inch of him, I just want to touch all of him. I need him. We pulled away for a moment to breathe but his lips landed on my neck, "Uh, Harry." I moaned, arching my back and squeezing my eyes shut. I just wanted to feel his touch. I wanted to remember everything. 

Harry's fingers ran down my sides, shocking me with every twirl he traced. Our mouths smashed together as he slid his hand underneath my shirt and began kneading my left boob. "I'm so glad you aren't wearing any bra right now." He growled.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for another hungry kiss. 

He was kissing me eagerly and my desire for him to be in me's increasing by the second. He pulled away to look in my eyes and said, "I've missed you." With that he placed his lips on top mine again. I felt his hand, sliding down my stomach but he stopped before he could even touch me. I knew he was teasing me so I grabbed his hand and shoved it inside my panties. He smirked and just when he was about to touch my clit the door swung open. 

I gasped and pushed Harry off of me. "Mummy?"

"Oh my god" I sat up, straightening out my shirt. Harry landed on the other side of the bed, "I'm going to hell." I mumbled. I felt my face turning red and Harry laughed at me. I sneakily smack his arm and he groaned.

"Mummy.. what are you doing?" She asked innocently,  looking at me then at Harry. "Uh.." shit, think of something Taylor! I glared at Harry because he just laid there smiling like an idiot. 

"We were .. just.. playing." I pathetically said, Harry burst out in laughter and I felt smokes coming out of my ears. Darcy walked towards us and began climbing up on the bed and sliding inside the duvet between Harry and I. "I had a bad dream.." She said, tears forming in her eyes. 

"Oh sweetie." I cooed, wrapping my arms around her. Harry gave her a kiss and we all snuggled up. After calming her down, she finally fell asleep again. Harry silently sniggered, "Playing." 

I reached over Darcy and smacked his arm.