Life With One Direction

Isabelle tells her son Max about how she met his father. She starts telling the story to him but the dad is kept a mystery from you until the end so you can try guess who ends up the father and husband of this loving family! The story flashbacks to when she first met the boys, she does an interview and it all takes off from there! enjoy x

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58. Taking Harry Home

 

I placed Harry’s arm around my shoulder to support his weight. There was an exit on the side of the building that Harry and I used to escape from the paparazzi. I carried him over to the car and searched his pockets for the keys.

“Harry where are your keys” I asked patting his pockets in search for them.

“They’re in my pocket” He slurred out

“Yeah I know that but which one?”  I said causing him to laugh

His hand reached to the back of his jeans before he pulled out his keys, I placed my hand out to grab them from him but he quickly pulled his hand back with a laugh. I tried to grab them again but he raised his arm, his tall height giving him a clear advantage.

“Harry give me the keys” I said shaking my head as I continued to jump for them, he clearly saw this as a game so he continued to laugh. Harry began to slump over as he laughed which gave me the opportunity to grab the keys.

“Nice try Styles” I said swinging the keys around my forefinger. I unlocked the car and placed Harry in the passenger seat. Once harry was in the passenger seat I walked around to the other side of the car into the drivers seat. I tried to start the car up but Harry kept moving around and leaning over to my side of the car.

“Harry, stop moving around or we’ll never get you home” I said pushing him over

“But I want to lay down” He said leaning again.

I got out of the car before walking over to the other side of the car and pulling him out too. Harry stumbled out and I held him up as I opened the back seat door. I carried him around and helped him inside the car before buckling his seat belt, now that he was in the car and not distracting, I was free to leave.

The drive back was quite entertaining; I drove while looking at Harry in the backseat. He drunkenly sung to each song on the radio while I quietly watched. He seemed to have found an extra bottle of alcohol in the back seat, I was about to object but then I decided not too, knowing it would just make him fall asleep faster which was easier for me.

As we pulled up to the house I turned to face Harry who was asleep on the back seat.

“Come on Harry” I said as I softly shook him to wake him up.

He let out a small groan and tried to swat me away with his hand.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up “Harry, I’m not letting you sleep in the backseat of your car, you’re going to bed”

Harry complied and slumped behind me. I found the house key on his key ring and opened the front door. I sat Harry on the couch as I went back to lock the front door but I felt warm arms wrap around my waist causing me to gasp. I could feel his warm breath against my neck as my heart began to race, the thoughts of our previous encounter in the hallway before Mason had interrupted sitting in my mind. I turned around, still in his grip as he looked down at me.

“Harry-“ I quietly whispered placing my hand against his chest to softly push him away. I paused for a second as I could his heart racing against my touch which made me sort of comforted, sort of at home.

He brought his head closer to mine, resting his head on my shoulder “I missed you” He whispered into my ear.

“Harry you’re drunk” I pushed him back softly shaking my head “Come on let me put you to bed”

I took him down to his room. I helped take off his shirt and I drew the covers back as he took off his jeans himself. He fell onto his bed with his arms legs spread out across the entire matress causing me to laugh.

“Maybe you should get in the bed” I said and he laughed before slipping under the sheets.

I picked up his jeans from the floor and walked over to the bathroom, throwing them in the washing basket. Once Harry was nice and safe at home and in his warm bed I was free to head back to Zayn’s myself. I began to walk towards the hallway before the sound of Harry moving stopped me.

I turned around to see he was getting out of his bed “Harry” I warned him trying to get him to stay but his feet continued to travel against the cold floor.

He walked up to me and grabbed my hands “Please don’t go. You don’t have to” he said in the exact same way he had at the club.

“I want you to stay” he added pushing away the hair that had fallen in front of my eyes to behind my ear.

He slowly took a step away from me with my hand still entwined in his own, trying to read my expression on whether or not I was willing to stay the night. My foot took a step towards him following him towards his bed and a small smile came across his face. He pulled the covers back for me to lay down.

I stod above the bed frozen. The thought of sleeping with Harry made my heart race. I didn’t mean sleeping with him as in having sex with him but just laying down with him and finding comfort in our unconscious state. Being so close to him that I could hear his heart beat, feel his warmth and watch as his chest would rise and fall beneath me made my breathing increase a little and this was something that didn’t go un-noticed by Harry.

“It’s alright Belle’s” He said comforting me “I’m not trying to ask you to forget everything that’s happened over the last two weeks and take me back. I understand things are hard for you too. I just…. I just want to feel you in my arms again, just once more. That way if you leave I’ll know that the last time I got to hold you was actually the last time”

I could tell that Harry had been thinking about this a lot to so I tried to comfort him back my sitting down on what was once my side of the bed. I watched as Harry began to position himself under the covers and I did the same. I was scared. Scared of what would happen so I rested my head on the pillow, allowing space to fill in between us. Harry let out a small sigh as he watched me lay inches from him yet too far to hold me.

I took note of his sigh and took a deep breath in, pulling myself into his arms and laying my head upon his chest. His cologne scent getting stronger as he wrapped his arms around me. He placed a small kiss on the top of my head as he softly began to sing me to sleep.

“Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love, with you. I hope I’m not a casualty, hope you won’t get up and leave. Might not mean that much to you but to me it’s everything, everything.”

As he sung the words to the song he had written me and the sound of his steady heart beat, my eyes got heavier and I fell asleep.

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