Through The Dark

It's the sequel to My Bully. If you have not read My Bully, please do so before you begin this one!!! Thanks :)

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6. Her Hungry Cry

Harry’s POV

    I motioned for Niall to follow me out of the small crowd that had gathered around us, cooing at the babies. I lead him into the nursery, setting Dylan down gently on the changing table. Quickly unbuckling him, I laid him down gently and stripped him of his outfit, picking out something a little cuter. Smiling at my success, I handed Dylan to my mum, watching her coddle him as she talked to him. I did the same with Darcy, placing her in a little more girly outfit. I saw Gemma reach for her, glaring at me when I took a step back, just out of her reach.

    “Harry, if you want to live, you will give me my niece.” She threatened, reaching for the baby again. I grinned at her, taking another step back.

    “I don’t know if I want Darcy around you, you are very aggressive.” I say, teasing her. She rose an eyebrow at me, making me chuckle. I stepped forward, handing her the small body. She held Darcy at eye height, rubbing her nose against hers.

    “Aw, look at you. Aren’t you just the cutest little thing.” Gemma started, laying her in her arms as she looked down at her, bouncing in place a little. Darcy just stared up at her, her face blank as she blinked up. I laughed at her little expression, shaking my head. We headed back out to the living room, settling into the couches as light chatter started, people crowding around the babies. 

    Nichole emerged from my hallway, looking refreshed and clean in the clothes Gemma had bought her. Surprisingly, Gemma go the right size, the clothes fitting her just right. With all that yoda or what ever Nichole had called it, Nichole didn’t change much. Her breasts were larger, naturally from child birth. Her hips were wider and her thighs seemed thicker, the fabric clinging to her. Her waist was curvier, looking more hour-glass shaped than before. She beautiful, maybe even more so than before. Her hair was still kinda long, the damp mass curling in the middle of her back. She didn’t have any make up on, which wasn’t a bad thing. She had natural beauty that not all girls posses. Her high cheek bones suggested a long line of Indian ancestors along with those dark eyes. She looked gorgeous naturally. She didn’t need make up.

    I grinned at her as she sat next to me, watching everybody carefully has they tenderly passed the babies around. Some how Darcy kept ending up in Niall’s arms, his voice low as he gently sung to her. Dylan was in Fer’s hands, his little arms waving around has she spoke to him in a different language, grinning at the boy. 

    “I think she was supposed to be mine.” Niall said suddenly, grinning at me and Nicole. Nichole laughed and shook her head at him.

    “Look, she even has my hair.” Niall said, holding her up to show her little blonde curls. 

    “I don’t think so, mate. She looks way to much like me to be yours.” I said, chuckling at his pout.

    “Actually, I think Dylan looks more like you and Darcy looks like Nichole.” Zayn said from his quiet place, looking down at the baby he had managed to get his hands on. I loved that so many people wanted to hold my baby but it also worried me. I don’t want them to get hurt.

    “They are twins, they are supposed to look that same, retards. You’re looking to deep into it.” Louis said, laughing at the look Ariel gave him.        

    “I second that saying.” Fer said, peering over Zayn’s shoulder at Dylan. That conversation was continued until Darcy started to cry, her little face looking upset.

    “She’s probably hungry. That sounds like a hungry cry to me.” Niall said, handing her to me. She nodded her head at him, taking Darcy and walking to the nursery. 

 
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