#no funny comment for today... erm.. I love drinking water??

[daily-fiamet]

[imaginejamesandsirius]

I fucking love your writing!!! You're like one of my favorite fic authors ever!! Theres this cool ass quote that I really like that goes- "I'll take care of you" "It's rotten work" "Not to me, not if it's you" and I was wondering if you could work that into a fake dating AU??

This was such a bad idea, but that had never stopped Sirius before, and it wasn't going to stop him now. James had asked for his help, and Sirius was helpless to do anything but promise that he would do his best.

Granted, he would've been a lot happier to help if it hadn't been acting as James's boyfriend as they went to Lily and Remus's wedding.

Sirius was a nice guy and all, but after he agreed to help, he had to ask, "Why do you need a date at all? We were both invited. It's not like you have to sneak me in."

"The last time I saw either of them, I was being a massive prick because Lily had broken up with me."

"I remember," Sirius said. Mostly he remembered because he'd thought it was funny, at the time. Then, when it had become clear that Remus wasn't planning on talking to them anymore because of it, he'd felt a little bad. Not that they'd stayed best mates after leaving Hogwarts, but they used to meet up every few months. 

"I just want to let both of them know that I'm not going to make a scene."

"I don't think they would've invited you if they thought that was going to happen," Sirius said.

"If you don't want to pretend that we're dating-"

"I'm fine with it," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "I was just pointing out that I don't think it's necessary."

"I think it's very necessary."

"Whatever you say, love." Disaster. This was going to be a complete and utter disaster.

Sirius should be smart and tell Remus ahead of time that it was fake so that he wouldn't say anything incriminating, but if James wanted him to pretend that they were dating, then that's what he would do.

*

Dumb. Idiotic. Stupendously moronic. These were all words to describe Sirius in this moment, and his only comfort was that it was James's stupid idea for this in the first place.

"I'm glad you two finally got together," Professor McGonagall said.

James's arm around Sirius tightened. "Right."

"How long have you been dating?" she asked, and it should've been a perfectly innocent question. They were at a wedding, presenting themselves as being in a serious relationship. These were the sort of questions people asked couples attending a wedding together. Sirius knew this, but given the way James's arm tightened even more, he figured that James hadn't known.

"The lines are a bit blurry," Sirius said with a smile. "You might as well ask if the phoenix came before or after the flame."

Professor McGonagall laughed, which covered the sharp inhale from James. They kept talking, exchanging idle conversation about her new students and their jobs for a couple minutes before they parted ways.

"You need to calm down," Sirius muttered to him.

"I'm perfectly calm," he said, but his jaw was tight and he looked like a pat on the back would shatter him.

Sirius only snorted. "Let's get you something to drink. That'll loosen you up."

An hour and too many drinks later, Sirius wondered if he should cut James off. It's not like he was an alcoholic, but he was pounding back drinks like it was going out of style.

Lily walked up to them as Sirius was debating whether or not he could get away with switching his glass (champagne) with James's (whiskey). They'd said hello to her when they walked in, but she was too busy making the rounds before this to really talk. Not that Sirius knew what they'd talk about. He'd never really gotten on with her, in spite of her dating James for over a year; he'd had plenty of time to get used to her, but he hadn't. "Hi, Sirius," she said with a smile. It was a cliche, but she was definitely glowing with happiness. "James."

James turned to look at her, then his eyes went wide and he swallowed thickly as he saw who he was face to face with. "Erm. Hey Lils. Lily. You look- erm, I mean-"

Sirius switched their glasses.

"It's good to see you- not that- er. Congratulations," James finished weakly.

"Thanks," Lily said, ignoring his stuttering. "I'm glad you two finally worked things out."

"Finally?" James asked.

"Yeah, I know that- actually, it's not my business," she said.

Sirius was very grateful that she wasn't going to get into it, and he was about to thank her aloud when James ruined it.

"No, what do you mean?"

Lily glanced at Sirius, who tried to give her a look to convey how much he would appreciate her not saying a word.

He wasn't sure it came across.

"I might be reading too much into it. It's not like I was ever very close with Sirius, and god knows I never knew what was going on in your head."

"Lily," James said slowly, "what are you talking about?"

"Just that you two have always been close. When we were dating, sometimes I felt like the odd one out."

"Sorry about that," Sirius said, because it had been a touch purposeful on his part.

She gave a small shrug, smiling again. "It all worked out in the end."

Sirius tried to focus on the conversation, asking how Remus had proposed and what they had planned for their honeymoon, but he couldn't help but keep an eye on James, who was staying horrifically silent. He noticed too late that James had stolen his drink back.

Eventually, Lily walked away to rescue Remus from a conversation with her sister, leaving James and Sirius alone again.

"Okay, that's enough," Sirius said, snatching James's glass from him. It was almost empty, but he wasn't going to risk it. "We're calling it a night."

"Fine," James said petulantly. He got to his feet, then wobbled.

Sirius put an arm around his waist to steady him and steered them towards the lift. "One foot in front of the other, love."

"I know how to walk," he muttered.

"How comforting. Do you also know how not to drink yourself into a stupor?"

"I'm not that drunk."

"I respectfully disagree."

"Respectfully?" James repeated with a laugh.

"Would you prefer disrespectful disagreement?"

"Sure. It'll make this feel more normal."

"As you wish, love.” Pause. “You're a sodding idiot. I can't believe I'm having to haul your arse around like we're eighteen again."

"It doesn't count as disrespectful if your voice still sounds like that."

"Like what?" Sirius asked.

"Like you love me."

"Use your imagination for that part."

James snorted, and they kept walking. It was slow going, mostly because James was trying to pretend he wasn't as drunk as he was. They made it into the lift, and James leaned heavily against him. "Maybe I did have a bit much."

"Maybe," Sirius agreed.

By the time the doors opened onto their floor, James had turned morose. It's how he always got when he got pissed instead of staying at buzzed, and Sirius was impressed that it had taken him this long to have his mood turn. Not that he'd been particularly happy before.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"What for?"

"That you have to take care of me."

"Don't be, I don't mind."

"You should."

"And why's that?" Sirius asked.

"Because it's-" he paused as he stumbled over his toes "-bloody rotten work."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Not to me," Sirius said.

"It should be. Why would you want to take care of me?"

"Because it's you," Sirius said softly, knowing that James wouldn't remember this well enough come morning to figure out what he meant by it. "Nothing rotten about that, love."

One of these days, James was going to know that when Sirius called him 'love', he meant it exactly as it sounded. It wasn't going to be tonight though, so he kept helping James to their room. They'd done this song and dance too many times for Sirius to feel weird about it. If James needed help getting undressed, he'd help him. He knew how to keep from staring, so he wouldn't feel like he was taking advantage of the situation or summat. He'd get James to drink some water, and in the morning, James would thank him for the help and nothing would change.

It had been years, and nothing had changed between them.

Despite the countless comments they'd gotten today about people saying 'finally' or 'always knew you were together', Sirius knew that the chances of it happening were slim.

*

The rest of their stay at the hotel for the wedding passed without incident. It was the wedding day, and then the day after everyone was leaving. The day of the wedding, people were busy thinking about Lily and Remus, so people stopped commenting on the relationship between James and Sirius. It was a relief, but the sad fact was that all the people here that weren't family, they all knew from Hogwarts. They all knew Sirius and James, and the next time they saw any of them, they'd probably have to explain that they weren't dating anymore. It would be years before Sirius had to have that conversation with anyone, but he was already dreading it.

They packed their bags, checked out of the hotel, and headed home. Home was a flat they shared and had been sharing for the past five years. Sirius dreamt, sometimes, of them moving into a different flat, one that only had one bedroom because what would they need with a second one?

"Did we talk?" James asked, frowning. "When I was drunk?"

"We talked some, but nothing important. Why?"

"I thought... nevermind."

"Okay," Sirius said easily.

There was a minute or two of silence as they walked up the stairs to their flat and unlocked the door. Once the front door was closed, James asked, "Do you think that'll ever be us?"

"What will?"

"The big white wedding. Or- y'know, any wedding."

"I hope so," Sirius said.

"Really?"

"Well yeah." Sirius wasn't terrified of being alone or summat-- well, maybe a little bit-- but he'd like to have that kind of relationship some day. Something with that much trust and being intertwined in each other's lives the way Lily and Remus now were.

When Sirius turned around, James kissed him. Full on. Hands on either side of his face and leaning close like he wanted nothing more than to seep into his soul.

It took a couple days for Sirius to replay the conversation in his head and figure out that what he'd answered hadn't really been what James was asking. His answer was the same, no matter what, but he really hadn't thought that when James asked 'Do you think that'll be us?' he'd meant specifically the two of them together.

He sure as hell wasn't going to complain. 

[llamamicrowave]

My Big Family on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25871098/chapters/62862025

Summary:

Jojo sibling AU Stands still exits. Jonathan has a slightly stronger version of hermit purple. And to compensate for such a weak stand he and Joseph learned Hamon. Johnny and Gappy are their cousins who live in America. Ships in tags

Notes:

Pure cringe. Beware..

Chapter 1

School Sux PT.1Chapter Text

Ships (Minor but exist)

-JonaErina (The only important one)

-Joseph x Suzi Q x Ceaser (Leave me alone)

-JotaKak

-Very minor GioTrish

-Jolyne x Ermes

-GyJo

Jonathan POV

Hi! My name is Jonathan Joestar! A little about my self? Well, I'm 26, I have 4 younger siblings that I take care of since my father is always working. But it's fine I love taking care of them! I have a girlfriend, her name is Erina Pendleton and I'm planning to propose to her soon! Please don't tell her that, or any of my bothers, I don't want them to roast me for being a softy again.

Even though I am the oldest I can't be there some times, so when I'm not there my brother Joseph is in charge. But Joseph sometimes can be... How can I say this without sounding rude? Stupid? Immature? Idiotic? Well, yes to all of those.

Since Joseph can be a bit dumb at times, dad gives responsibly to Jotaro. He's pretty chill but sometimes can come off as rude. It's all a fake though, he loves marine life (especially dolphins lol) and when he was ten he told me he wanted to be a Marine Biologist! So in short, he's a dork.

Then there's Josuke and Jolyne the twins. There the youngest in the family. Josuke is the oldest by a few minutes. He's a goofball but can be serious if needed. Like if someone insults his hair he could go as some might say, Apeshit.

Jolyne, our only sister. Her personality is much like Jotaro. She just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. I can't really say much about her since I'm being blackmailed by her and Jotaro. They're so alike it's scary.

I know I said I only had 4 siblings but there's another I didn't mention. 3 years before Joseph was born my father adopted a "friend" of his's son, Dio Brando. Dio was, excuse my language, a dick ever since we were kids. He ran over my dog Danny with one of his "friends" cars. As soon as Dio turned 18 he moved to Italy to become a lawyer. But that wasn't the last time I saw him.

While in Italy Dio, had a child with a woman he didn't even know. That woman neglected her son and allowed her husband to abuse him.

"She would leave days at a time and leave little food for him." I looked at the toddler sleeping in his arms, he had black hair and a cute bowl cut. "He's only a kid, he can't survive like that," Dio said to me.

"..."

"I can't let him have the same childhood as me." he looked dead into my eyes. I finally understood where he was coming from torturing me all these years.

"..." I stayed quiet.

"But I'm not taking care of this kid."

And now he lives with us! His name is Giorno Giovanna-Brando-Joestar. He is only a year younger then Josuke and Jolnye. And that's my family!

And remember when I said my dad works a lot, that was a lie...

He died on Jotaro's 11th birthday. He and my stepmother were hit by a drunk driver. Jotaro blames himself for the crash. It's not his fault though, he had no control over it. He was only a kid. I'm sorry to drop this on you now but with my father's death made me like a father figure to them. Dad would be proud.

Ages,

Jonathan- 26

Johnny- 22

Joseph- 20

Jo2uke- 19

Jotaro- 17

Josuke- 16

Jolyne- 16

Giorno- 15

Narrator POV

Jonathan woke up first as normal and recapped his schedule,

Ok, so I have to make breakfast, Make sure they're ready for school, go to work, and meet up with Erina, and? What else do I have to do? ...Oh yeah! Take away Joseph's phone for getting arrested yesterday! Next time he should, you know, not try and run over his WHEELCHAIR BOND COUSIN! Goodness, I got angry again, sorry about that.

Jonathan arose from his bed and began his morning routine. He showered, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and got ready for the day.

He then started to make breakfast for his big family.

Joseph likes bacon with coffee.

Jotaro likes toast with coffee.

Josuke likes eggs with juice.

Jolyne likes yogurt with coffee.

And Giorno likes vegan pancakes with tea.

Oh yeah, Johnny, and Gappy and/or Jo2uke are staying with us! I wonder what they want? I'll just make them eggs.

A door opens from upstairs. Giorno walks out from his room to the bathroom to get ready for school. He liked waking up before the rest of his family.

When Giorno was done getting ready he walked down the stairs, and greeted Jonathan as he sat down.

"Good Morning, Jonathan."

"Good Morning! Did you sleep well?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, I think s-" He was cut off by a door slamming shut. Very loudly.

"Must be Jotaro. Jolyne must have gotten in the bathroom first." Giorno commented.

Jonathan laughed. "I guess so."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Good Morning, retards!" Jolyne came prancing down the stairs.

"Jolyne, that isn't nice," Jonathan said sternly.

"You're right, Joseph isn't here right now." she sat down. Jonathan sighed. saying nothing back to her, defeated.

"Where is Joseph anyway?" Giorno asks.

Jonathan scoffs, "I told him to be awake at 6:00 sharp."

"Why 6:00?" Jolyne asked

"That's his punishment for trying to run over Johnny yesterday."

"Ohh yeah! I remember now!"

"Your next line will be, 'The things he'll do for 20 bucks,'!" a voice from inside the pantry spoke.

"The things he'll do for 20 bucks- JOSEPH!" Jolyne yelled.

Joseph popped out of the pantry fully dressed and looking proud.

"I've been up since 4 am!" he said proudly.

"Did you have another nightmare?" Jotaro said sarcastically walking down the stairs.

"Yes actually, Ocean Man!"

"What did you say?" Jotaro asked sternly. Even though Joseph was 3 years older than him they were about the same size.

"He called you, OCEAN. MAN! O-C-E-A-N M-A-N!" Josuke called from the upstairs bathroom.

"Fuck off." Jotaro sat down. "Langage, Jotaro!" Jonathan told him.

"Joot, you seem more pissy than usual, are you on your period?" Jolyne asked smugly.

"Jolyne, I'm not in a good mood and I want you to know I will not hesitate to choke you out and then feed it to your simp."

"Anasui is not a simp!" Jolyne defended.

"Funny, how you knew who I was talking about without saying his name."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Have fun at school!" Jonathan yelled at his younger siblings.

"Yeah, fun and school don't mix well," Jolyne yelled back.

Joseph usually carpools with Ceasar and Smokey. Jotaro drives him and his friends to school with Jonathan's car. (Jonathan drives there dads car to work). Jolyne caught a ride with her girlfriend Ermes. Josuke walked with his friends Okuyasu and Koichi. And Giorno either walked by himself or ride with his older friend Bruno, today he was alone with his thoughts.

Joseph POV

"Ugh, collage sucks!" I groaned. "Suck it up buttercup It's only the beginning of the year," Ceasar said, reading a book.

Asshole.

We were in the library supposed to be studying but I got a bit distracted. See Suzi Q was also in the library, by herself. Nobody around her, the perfect opportunity to ask her out, but this blonde bubble-blowing bitc-

"Stop staring at Suzi, it's starting to get creeping now," Ceasar said still looking at the book.

"And why should I?"

"1. We should be studying, and 2. Your so small no girl wants to date you." that asshole wrote something in his notebook.

I. Was. Annoyed to say the least. I mean it's true, BUT YOU DON'T SAY IT! So I did the only rational thing, put him in a headlock.

Good thing the library was empty except for a couple of people who were used to our bullshit by now.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU BUFFOON!?" Ceasar said, or at least tried too.

Ha, get rekt, bitch.

Jotaro POV

"Ugh, I hate school."

"Can you stop being edgy for 5 seconds?" Polnareff asked.

Dick,

"Can you guys stop arguing and actually help!" Avdol said while he was doing the science assignment, I don't know why. Fucken dork.

"Kakyoin is literally sleeping!" Polnareff wined.

"Kakyoin has had a long day."

"Yeah... what are we talking about?"

"So, sleeping beauty is finally up," I say.

"I know you meant that as an insult but I'm taking it as a compliment, Aurora was fabulous!" Kak laughed like the maniacal little gay shit he is.

"Aww, you guys are so cute!"

"Polnareff focus on the experiment!-" the test tube cut him off, by exploding.

"..."

"Finally something exciting," I said because it was fucking epic.

"I mean this would not have happened Joot and Kak weren't flirting with each other."

"Wtf."

Josuke POV

"Math is hardddddd."

"It's not that hard, Oku."

"Bullshit."

"Okuyasu, you should probably pay attention to my lesson instead of complaining." our math and gym/Hamon teacher Lisa-Lisa said to my friend Okuyasu, and trust me no one wants to get on her bad side, the last person to do that was Joseph, he still has nightmares, and he graduated.

"Yes, Josuke?"

"Is this going to be on the test?" I ask so I could know what to remember.

"Most of it will. But if you're asking me if you should listen in class or not, the answer is yes." it felt like she stared into my soul at that list part.

The bell rang

Lunch finally! Freedom at last!

"Your homework is to study for the quiz I'm giving you on an undisclosed date!"

Giorno POV

I walk over to bleachers outside of school where my friends (And Abbacchio) usually eat.

"Hey, guys." I quietly say. Right now there is only, Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, and... Trish. Anyways as soon as Fugo and Narancia get here the peace will be ruined. Right now Bruno was talking to Mista and Trish about some party this Friday, and Abbacchio was on his phone with headphones on.

"Hello Giorno, how was your morning," Bruno asked.

"Eh, it was fine. Jolyne almost got ORAed."

"What else is new," Trish said drinking her mineral water. Wow shes really pretty, what?

"SUP BITCHES!" Narancia ran up to the bleachers with Fugo following behind him, sighing. Well, that was fun while it lasted.

[polygamyff]

50. Part 2

Pulling a face at Reign, she ruined her Romper “you look disappointed in her?” Thelma said “could say, I liked that Romper and you decided to make a mess of it. Look at you” Reign is totally ignoring me; she didn’t even come to me. She is staying with Thelma and playing with her hands “right, so she had a good time clearly?” Thelma laughed “she did, she had a very good time here. She did pull a girl’ hair but it was not intentional at all, I don’t think anyways but she has been a little rascal today haven’t you. Tell Robyn to always put a spare set of clothes like she has been, it comes in handy so her other pair of clothes are in the bag” shaking my head as I took the bag “you need to calm that little ass down, come on you” Reign flat out started to talk shit, she is talking shit in her baby language “blah, blah, blah come here” taking Reign from Thelma “I ain’t Thelma woman, I am not having this. What is this behaviour, making a mess of yourself. You’re too classy for that” Reign laughed touching my face “nope, smiling doesn’t help. Anyways, thank you. Bye” walking off, Reign is still attacking my face. Like who the hell gives her the right to attack my face “nope” pushing the door open, feeling a tiny hand covered in saliva slap my face “Reign, I swear to god. I said no” she started to shake her head, she knows what no means “yes, I said no. So stop it” who the hell gave this girl sugar, she is hype “da!” she screamed out so loud “what the hell? Are you serious?” I stood still staring at her “what is it?” she is such a brat at times, let me just get out of this place and go home. Reign is slowly becoming a ruthless little brat, I mean she out there in the day care pulling hair, dropping things on the floor and on herself, I want her to have some sort of discipline that clearly she doesn’t have, she is too spoilt but she is quiet now. My driver opened the door to the back “it’s my niece, let me have her. Come here!! Hugs!!” Nalah can have Reign, this girl is in the mood to upset people today “go on, go to Auntie” holding Reign out to her “awww my baby” climbing into the SUV “she was not being a good girl today at all, she was so very naughty. I shouted at her, a little bit so she may be upset still, I mean I barely shouted at her” I won’t have a brat on my hands.

Robyn is late back tonight “shouldn’t you be investigating this? Bodyguard” Jay is laid out like his job isn’t protecting Robyn “she is at work, she will be back” I did call her phone, she didn’t pick up “mhmm, this is on you if she don’t come back you know” she’s like an hour late “sorry I am late” oh she is here, looking behind me “why?” I questioned “we got delayed, I can’t put a time on someone’s life and then I dropped off Zen at home” I scoffed “isn’t that your second husband, I am sure you told me that” side eyeing Jay, he think it’s funny “why doesn’t this nigga have a car? Are you his chauffeur? What do you gain out of this!?” Robyn stood in front of me “being a decent human and besides, he bought my lunch so it’s not free” Jay laughed out “that is a whole ass work husband! Robyn has a work husband” Robyn mean mugged Jay “you need to quit it, it’s not that. He is funny anyways, what did you make? Is my daughter ok?” I shrugged “go and ask your work husband” I mumbled “you see what monster you created? I swear to god, you know what he is like. I am going to eat, it’s late” Robyn walked off “you know I am joking, Maurice. It’s a joke, but funny because you don’t like it. Least you are the first husband” grabbing the pillow from the side of me and throwing it at Jay “you’re annoying” getting up from the couch.

“Following me now?” Robyn said as she looked under the plate I foiled for her “I made that” I said “you cooked? No way let me see” watching Robyn lift the foil from the plate “you are lying to me, actually no. I think you’re right, awwww baby. Your rice is not like mine at all but you tried. I can’t wait to eat it now, awww baby” I shrugged not caring “why do you keep dropping off this Zen guy? Should I be worried” Robyn laughed, and she laughed like anything about this was funny “sure Maurice, I am going to cheat on you and lose all this, I mean come on. I am not going to explain myself when you know the deal. But I am so happy you cooked, was it hard for you?” rubbing the back of my head “erm, not really. I just did what I know. But I tried, I hope it tastes nice for you, because I know you fussy about shit. Anyways about this Texas shit? What the hell and why?” I am so confused that she is out here wanting to go Texas “why not?” she retorted “why now?” I said back “because I felt like it, take me to the home I only saw from the outside, mhmm?” I shrugged “fine but just tell me first next time, I was confused when my dad mentioned it. You can see it, I mean the home is huge so one night won’t do it” Robyn pointed at me “that is fine, let me warm this up. I am hungry. Can you get me some water from the fridge please and ice in that” demanding me to do shit “fine” walking around the counter.

I am nervous, I have not really cooked for Robyn like that. I mean I don’t think I have “if I get ill because of this, Jay are you ok?” Robyn asked as he walked in “I am good, I liked it. I mean I do eat anything so there you go, anyways. I am going to bed” looking behind me “where the hell as your top gone!?” I spat; this nigga is really in my kitchen drinking water topless “why can’t he be?” Robyn questioned “why can he?” staring at Robyn “I mean I see you topless, least need to see someone with meat on him. Goodnight Jay, ignore him” Robyn thinks she is funny “you’re being so mean to me, I had Reign screaming at me when I was telling her off and then you’re looking at other men” Robyn is laughing but it’s not funny “you get easily annoyed so let me try this, also. You added too much water in the rice but it’s ok baby, what matters is the taste. Let’s see if you make a good curried goat” watching Robyn eat my food, it’s not going to be like hers of course “it is nice, oh wait” she paused “joking, it’s nice baby. Awww cook for me more but learn the water to rice ratio, you will soon get there boo, thank you baby. But why was Reign angry with you. What did you do?” why is she acting like I did anything “me? I did nothing but love that girl, she was naughty at day care, pulled a girl’ hair and then dropped water all over herself when she wouldn’t let go when Thelma told her too, and then I was telling her off but Reign was not hearing so we both got annoyed” I mean that is how it went down “that girl is going to be hard headed, like you” shaking my head “clearly not, more like you, she is sassy” I pointed at Robyn “let’s move on from your sassy daughter, tell me. What happened with Malik how is he?” I rather speak on my sassy daughter “he is good, I put my Robyn mind on, what would Robyn do and it worked. I think you will be proud of me, I said to him, I will help. As long as you first of all come out of this a better person, he is different. He is bald and skinny which is expected of rehab. He cried a lot and I said it to him, don’t wait on dad because he will not help you, but I will. He comes out of there, I will set him up an apartment here, work with me. But it doesn’t mean I have fully forgiven you, he slit his wrists and yes I did say to him, you should have done a better job” Robyn is staring at me in horror “that is horrible but you did say those words to him right? About the helping part, that is horrible. I am happy to hear you was somewhat nice to him which I can take but that is horrible, please be a brother to him. I am glad you said that I would want you too” nodding my head “I know and I did, rehab breaks you and clearly it has. I just want to move on and that includes Malik, I will help him. Happy?” Robyn nodded her head.

I cringed seeing the absolute mess of my daughter is making on this jet “who told me to put that Burberry dress on you” I said to myself, Maurice is doing his work while on the jet to Texas. The flight attendant was sweet and gave Reign some cut up watermelon, my god. My daughter demolished the entire thing on her face and then herself, I just don’t even want to clean that “did you enjoy that? Would you like another one” can this flight attendant also clean a baby “Reign is licking her lips, she clearly wants more. I wanted to ask do you also clean babies too?” she laughed “it’s not in the job description but I could not help it, she is the cutest little thing” watching her give Reign some more, she is really loving watermelon “you like that huh?” she held it up and then started to mumble something and danced a little “wow, now I know what to give you more often” I said “would you like anything?” she asked me “nothing thank you” I need to clean Reign once she is done, getting my phone out, I have so many notifications from Instagram and weird enough, I have not posted since Reign’ room. Opening my page, I think this picture of Reign and Maurice is my most liked, which I am offended because what about me. Tapping on the comments, I don’t pay much attention too actually. I have Maurice’ little bitches following me “I have some of your ex hoes following me” I said looking up at Maurice “huh?” Maurice looked away from his laptop “on Insta, I have some of your little hoes following. Miss you Maurice, it’s nice to see you settled. Another one, beautiful family see you soon. These are females I don’t know, so they are your girls” Maurice laughed “and it’s not my problem, I am on a conference call now so please” rolling my eyes.

I am glad Reign fell asleep, I got to clean her without her kicking up a fuss. Luckily she has plenty of dresses I packed, but this Fendi jersey dress is adorable on her “I can’t believe you wanted to come here” Maurice said behind me “oh decided to join us now?” he nodded his head while looking at a sleeping Reign in the car seat “finished work, so anyways. About these comments, I don’t fuck with them and you know that so stop causing issues. And also” he leaned forward looking out of the window “you created a monster, he is here. The guy you love so much” Maurice sniggered, I quickly looked out of the window “Oh shit” he was not lying, Marquis is here at the airport. I didn’t even want that or him, I am using him as part of my research. I sighed out heavily “well don’t be sighing out now, but anyways. We are in Texas, I think we should create baby number two here” he is funny “you wish” I don’t want to get off now “where is my angel!? Son” my god, Marquis is walking around with his top two buttons on his shirt open and his shades on, where is that man’s walking stick gone “hi dad” oh Marquis is in a good mood, his fake teeth are showing. Watching Marquis hug Maurice “my boy, had a good flight?” my mouth fell open watching him kiss Maurice’ cheek, this is weird “Robyn, welcome to Texas. So nice to see, and you came with the apple of my eye. Did she dress this nicely for grandad, well I love it so much. She is relaxing her eyes. Come, I especially came out in my truck to pick you both up” Maurice is laughing at me, I am just in shock.

Marquis has made the effort to come out and pick us up, I was not ready for this at all but here I am in the back of Marquis’ truck and seeing chest hairs out, oh what a lucky girl Reign is “I was so happy when you text me Robyn, I was shocked to see that you wanted to come to Texas?” Marquis said “I know, I thought why not. I haven’t come here, and Reign misses you both, I am sure of it” I lied “my heart, I am so happy. We have got Reign a crib to sleep in , it is all ready and set for you both and Maurice of course. Was the flight here good?” it is creepy and weird how much Marquis is being nice “great thank you, Reign was having so much fun eating watermelon though. I hope you haven’t done too much for us” knowing him he has, I mean the last time I came here it was a moment because I didn’t know him but yet I had sex with him, I fell so hard but now look at us “nice to be back dad” Maurice said in front “nice to have you here my boy, we are happy to have you here. I signed the last part of the paperwork now. In real terms now son, the business is yours. And I am so happy for it to be yours Maurice” Marquis said to him “what about it being Reign’?” I had to ask “it is down to Maurice what he wants, I support him no matter what he does, Reign is my angel and she gets my home in Texas” my eyes bulged “seriously dad!?” Maurice spat “my first grandchild from my boy, she gets it. I will die before your mother and it will go to Reign” my eyes bulged out even more, didn’t know if that was a thing, this is a whole ass plot and on my daughter’ name.

I am still trying to digest the fact Marquis said my daughter is going to have the home, what the fuck. This should go to Joy, not my damn daughter. I will have to speak to Maurice about this because no, that is wrong. I do remember this road, we are close. There is so much greenery here, it’s very peaceful “I own this land” Marquis said, letting out an oh “you own the road too?” Marquis laughed, but I am being serious “initially I bought this for Maurice, he was going to live across from me, but it didn’t happen. Maybe one day, I have a patch of land for my daughter too. Also Maurice, I have had your cars cleaned for you, seeing as you can’t have them with you” Maurice’ cars are still here “thank you pops” oh ok, I do remember this. And then he turns off, and he has which I knew. This is where my journey ended at that time, this home is breath taking. I cannot believe how big the home is, it’s beautiful too “home sweet home, Reign! Welcome to Texas my angel!” Reign is knocked out asleep, there is a lot of people around “who are these people?” I asked, they are just walking around “they upkeep the home, we have horses in the back” letting out an oh “that is amazing” I am excited to see inside now.

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50. Part 2

Sofia and this date business, shaking my head as I pushed myself off of the car. Glaring over at that dude Jordan or what the fuck ever his name is, he isn’t even worth a slap. Dragging open the car door “you have changed my seat position Cassius, that was so perfect for me” climbing into the car “you mean my car?” I said smiling “wow, it’s like that then?” closing the door “I am joking, it says your name but you out here complaining you know” catching Sofia grabbing my shades “oh no” snatching them back off of her “you lost my other pair, these are mine. I bought them” she lost the other pair, I was not happy “whatever is yours is mine, that is it? It’s rude” rolling my eyes placing my shades on “so you was acting out because of that dude?” I saw that shit “no, you think I just kissed you because of him? I do not think so, I did it because I wanted too, why would you think I just wanted to act out because of him? He is nothing” putting the engine on “that is fine, I don’t mind being used” slowly driving off “how dare you? That is so rude Cassius!” She spat, I chuckled “well why else you call me here? Why was he sniffing up your ass? You lucky I didn’t come there and beat his ass but I promised you, I keep to my word” sport mode on this car is so good I like it “why are you driving my car so fast? And thank you for keeping to your word, was Cartier ok?” turning the corner “he was content, not amused like you said but his ass is just being moody for no reason, I fed him, changed his diaper and everything before I left him with Amira so don’t think I didn’t” putting the car window down “don’t you ever put the car in sports mode? Look at how fast it drives?” I sped up “stop it! You’re being rough with my baby” I stopped abruptly and Sofia fell forward “like I said, you are being rough” she hit my arm.

Putting the car in park “what we doing here?” Sofia pointed at the bowling alley “date?” taking my shades off “you know what , I decided I don’t like you wearing shades, I feel like you are staring at girls. So hear me out” this is going to be funny “I am listening” turning in the seat a little “so you was driving, and we stopped at the lights when we got off the highway. The car at the side of us, the bitch had a Range. I see your head turn a little, I then see you smile. But them girls in the car were eyeing you up, I can’t put my finger on it if you was looking at them because this car and that car were driving side by side for a while, so they are banned” she is so dramatic “done?” I questioned “not exactly but whatever” she is over thinking “I did look, we humans we look. You looked at that dude, how else did you decide when you said he was ugly, to gain an opinion we look. So I did look and I laughed because she was singing, I found it funny and that was it. I wasn’t wanting her, so anyways. Did he say anything to you?” I want to know, he is so close to being shot at “he called me a bitch, but before that. Do you find other women nice? Better than me?” I scoffed “I mean you right, actually they are. That is why I am driving with you in the car because I think other girls are better? Don’t be so dumb” she is so stupid at times “well, you said you looked. You saw something nice” why did I say it, am I dumb “I didn’t because I love you, I already don’t do dates and now you just putting me off. Like it’s dumb right, I already told you. I told you everything but yet you think I want another female, we look. I don’t care when you say people don’t look because they do” opening the car door, I don’t even want to argue.

I already have so much more other shit and then Sofia talking mess “you’re being very uptight Cassius, I was just saying. You know my body has changed and you know. You haven’t changed and you look good, I didn’t mean to annoy you” stuffing my hands in my pockets “sure” walking towards the bowling alley “I can’t bowl? My nails and everything, no” opening the door “that’s a shame, that is what we doing” maybe I am old school but this is what dates are, are we too old for this, I am sure we not. Walking behind Sofia inside the place, actually it’s busy with people, families mostly “what if I break a nail?” I would laugh if she did “then I pay for another set, happy?” walking over to the desk “I am sorry I annoyed you, that is just me” waving her off “but seriously we don’t need to do bowling” I grinned, she will be doing bowling today.

I find this hilarious, god I am so happy with myself “I want the pink one, Cassius pick it up for me” shaking my head “no ma’am, if you look on the screen it says Bub, your turn” Sofia pouted at me and I just laughed “Sofia just pick it up, it’s ok. Your nails are fine” Sofia is not moving “Cassius seriously, I hate these shoes and you are being an unsupportive partner” I shrugged “pick it up” this partner will sit and watch, Sofia crossed her arms across her chest “I will suck your dick” I snorted laughing “for me to throw the ball for you?” she nodded her head “why you being a flop? Do it, ok look. I will help you hold it and then you throw it” getting up from the seating area “thank you, you’re being mean to me when it’s supposed to be a cute date” Sofia is funny, picking the pink ball for her “hold it” holding it out to her “but it’s heavy?” is she real “hold it or you for real sucking my dick” Sofia bit her bottom lip trying to not laugh and held the ball “so what we going to do for a child like you, the ramp” grabbing the ramp from the side “no nails broken, no tears, good right?” Sofia is trying to not smile at me “there, now play” she is a brat “but Cassius, that is not in the middle? Are you not going to let me win” let me just ignore Sofia she is trying to annoy me, she being a pain in the ass.

At first I wasn’t going to let her win but what can I say, I allowed her to win. Cheating ass with her childish ramp “I am winning you” Sofia turned to me “yay?” I said sarcastically “I am actually liking this Cassius, like really loving it. Thank you” she sat on my lap “that is because I made it easy for you, I am a good man like that” Sofia grinned at me “you are, and I am lucky to have you. I told you that” watching Sofia unlock her phone “did I ever tell you that Ivy liked the picture of us, I wasn’t expecting it and she did, probably out of jealously” Sofia put her camera on and put it up to the screen “I am winning” and then flipped the camera to my face, turning my head away “stop it” Sofia turned my head back “I let you win, with your childish ass ramp, get it right” I pointed out, Sofia laughed “he’s being a hater” she stopped the recording “you don’t post me on your Insta, it’s full of you, Cartier and then the boys. I seen those girls in your comments” Sofia has been stalking “I only post my official people, no can do with unofficial” Sofia slapped my chest “you’re mean to me, why did one of the girls in your comments say check your message? What did she send to you?” she has been snooping hard “I think it was a selfie she sent, I don’t have anything to hide” I really don’t though, I don’t care at all.

Sofia can’t stop giggling, she has certainly cheered up from earlier when she was being mad annoying “this is place is so cute, I am so hungry too” watching the waiter place the napkin on Sofia’ lap “thank you” she said to him, he grabbed my napkin. Glaring up at him “may I?” is he being real “Cassius, let him” sitting back in the seat “thank you sir” that is kind of weird “what would the lady like to drink today?” sitting forward looking around the place, I have no idea this was going to be nice because I just googled it “can I have just a glass of Chardonnay please, thank you” he smiled at Sofia and then looked at me “erm, just a water. Thanks” Sofia poked her lips out “not drinking with me?” shaking my head “I will be back to take your order” he walked off “not tonight no” licking my lips “you look beautiful though, you didn’t finish off what did he say to you? You ended up speaking on my shades” I ain’t forget that “oh yeah so erm, he walked into the room. I was just so annoyed because he upset you and I didn’t like that you was feeling that way, feeling that I would go for him. That I would leave you, that would never happen. To see you like that Cassius has really opened up my heart because I have been hiding it, things happened and I was upset and hurt with you still so I did like hid it. So for you to do and say that, wow. I was internally shook so when I saw him, I made it clear, I said no. I would never get with you, you’re a little man, he is ugly for my liking and that I am above him. I just wanted to bruise his ego and I think it did because he called me a bitch but I was hurt that you was hurting, you wouldn’t lose me Cassius. I am not looking for another man so there is that, but here we are and that is the point” smiling at her, she is right “proud of you, you did well. You need to show these niggas they can’t fuck with you” she is so adorable, and is so happy.

The waiter took the menus from us, I hope the food is nice here “won’t be long” seeing my phone ringing, Ethan as always. Picking my burner phone up from the table, the only reason I have my phone on the table is that I need to keep in contact with Ethan at all times “yes” watching Sofia look deflated that I did answer “got the jet in Atlanta, we need to go. Soon” biting on my bottom lip “yeah, I am with Sofia. I will let you know soon. Are you still outside?” he has been following me “yeah, a nigga is hungry. Get me something” he wishes I will “whatever, maybe Wendy’s for you, talk soon” disconnecting the call “sorry about that, so are you happy in this new job? You like it? You are happy” placing my phone down “I am happy, I am happy with everything but don’t want to take this for granted. I did and look what happened to us” she got a point “and that is my fault, you know I love you” it’s annoying that someone is always trying to kill me, I can’t get away from it at all and I wish shit was different.

I feel so awkward because I have something to say but I don’t want to say it “so erm” playing with my fork “you think you want me back?” I would like to go to Brooklyn knowing that Sofia and I are together “I do think we will” placing my fork down “Sofia I need to go to Brooklyn for a while, I have a little issue happening there which can affect my work, my money and my family. I can’t let that happen so I need to go to Brooklyn to sort this issue out, if I don’t then my whole empire will collapse and I am done for, I will be a dead man walking” I think I ruined Sofia’ meal, she has placed her fork down “how long for?” that is a good question, I have no idea “probably a few weeks” Sofia stared at me, staring back at her “what is this issue? I mean Cartier’ doctor’s appointment is coming up so you saying you won’t be here for that? Is that it?” I didn’t even know that, leaning forward rubbing my face and then clasping my hands together “probably not” I can’t just jump back and forth “what is the issue Cassius?” I don’t want to tell her “just a small issue, it can be dealt with” sitting back in the seat “I just wanted to go to Brooklyn knowing we was together” I mumbled, I just want that before I go.

“Is the meal ok?” The waiter asked “yes, sorry. I was just talking too much to him, but it’s fine” he smiled at Sofia “I will be back later” he walked off “so a small issue, so small you can’t even be near your family. Tell me the truth, what is the issue. If you go and I never see you, your last words were a lie” rubbing my hands together as I leaned forward on the table “there is a hit out for me” Sofia moved back from me staring at me like I just swore at her “it can be dealt with, I just need to be where my people are. I need to be there, not here with you because I am putting you in danger more. I can’t be here” Sofia shook her head staring at the table ahead of her “so when you said the money, family and work. You’re on about you, if you die then you know that it will fall and you tried to play it off as nothing and you expect me to be ok about that and say bye Cassius? Is that what you want me to do? You want me to say Cassius, that is fine. You go, but I won’t see you again. Oh my god Cassius, I will never fucking forget when you came to my place of work near dying. You was broken, you nearly died and you think I will sit back here and say fine? Fucking fine, you think I will be fine about this, playing me off! How dare you!” looking around us as she shouted at me “I need the bathroom” Sofia got up from her chair, I don’t know what else she wants me to do “I am sorry” I said as she walked by me.

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She wasn’t friends with him for that long, but his friends always commented to him how weird their friendship was. Even Jeff was worried about his attachment to this friendship, but after spending time with her, he grew fond of her as well. So it was no surprise to anyone that Harry offered his house when she needed to go to LA for a couple of weeks, for work.

They were already incredibly comfortable around each other, almost too comfortable, and after spending almost every day together, apart from when she was at work, they grew even closer to each other. Harry took her everywhere he went, introduced her to everyone he could, she was his closest friend at the moment. They had a routine somewhat sacred: wake up, go for a jog together (if she didn’t have to leave for work before sunrise) and whoever rushed to take a shower first, the other had to make breakfast for them. The rest of the day was free for duties, her for work, him for studio and meeting with friends, whatever they had plan. But nights were the real sacred moments. They would always – ALWAYS – have a light dinner and watch a movie together, or at least an episode of a TV series she convinced him to marathon with her, since he didn’t like TV shows. The night would inevitably end with him curling up to her – shoulder or lap – and her running her fingers through his hair or his back.

He was very fond of her that way; she was a bit older than him, so it felt natural for her to take care of him. Including the time he almost threw up on her from a bad virus. She stayed all night with him, putting cold cloths on his burning forehead, while he struggled to try sleeping. It was through one of the few times he actually could catch some snooze, that he violently woke up and rushed to try and get to the bathroom, but being weakened from the sickness and the barely any food in his system, he couldn’t get over her, sitting next to him, and threw up right then and there. Catching some of the duvet before it hit the floor. He felt unbelievably embarrassed, but she made sure to let him know it was ok, while helping him get to the toilet, since he was still yellow from the nausea. She sat next to him and rubbed his back, while his organism fought to hurl the lack of food in his stomach, which can be very painful. When he finally stopped, and after a few minutes of catching his breath, she guided him back to the bed and went downstairs to get a glass of water. She handed him the water, tucked him in bed and ran her cold hand through his forehead, what would always make him groan ‘coz it felt good (in opposite of always complaining about her cold limbs on healthy days). When he finally fell asleep, she took the opportunity to clean the content of his stomach from the side of the bed, before he woke up again.  The entire next day he tried to make it up for her, he knew she stayed up for almost 24 hours taking care of him. He knew she cleaned his floor after he threw up. He knew she skipped work for him. They didn’t talk about it, other than the usual “feeling better?” “yes, thanks”. But he still tried to make her day as perfect as possible. Taking her to her new favorite cafe. Buying her a dress he knew she had been eyeing. And ordering in from a good restaurant, instead of going out, because he’d know she’d rather stay in and watch a movie. The usual night. But this time with her falling asleep on his lap.

They were friends like that. Almost brother and sister. She’d hear him say that to a couple of friends on occasion. That she was his little sister, even tho being older than him. She loved that. To everyone else she was fun, but a mature and often serious woman, but Harry knew her enough to know she was actually a kid, making farts jokes around the house. The pool party was a celebration, her work in the city was done, the label was really happy with what Harry was concocting. So he asked her if it was ok to call some friends and have a barbecue by the pool. She grinned at the request, since it was HIS house. Which she pointed out to him.

-          But you’re here too. It might be my house but I want you to be comfortable in it, and you’re not a fan of parties... – He said while pouring water into a glass.

-          You can have whoever you want here, Har

-          Ok, thanks mom! – He said while taking a sip of water, smirking over the glass.

-          Ha ha…

-          You can invite whoever you’d want as well, yea?!

-          Ok….like…..you? – She said, while putting the water bottle back in the fridge.

He smiled, knowing she barely knew anyone in the city to invite anyway.

At the end of the week, a bunch of Harrys close friends and some people from the studio came over and gathered by the pool. Some she knew, like Jeff, Alex, Mitch and Sarah. She knew some people from the studio, from when Harry took her there. And some faces she recognized, but didn’t know where from. But she was having fun. It was a very hot autumn day in LA, so everyone was enjoying the pool. Including Harry, who pretty much turned into a raisin by then. He would get out of the water only to refill his cocktail glass. Something was off about him. She didn’t know what it was. But the past few days he seemed to avoid her and today, even tho she was in charge of the food, he barely spoke to her. Instead he just circled his friends, joking around, being all loud and funny. She was happy that he was having fun, but she just wished she knew what was going on.

Later that night, after everyone left, she was cleaning up the mess left from the party when she heard a soft whistle. She turned around and Harry was leaning on the side of the pool.

-          Leave that. We’ll clean tomorrow

She looked at the garbage bag in her hand and the bottles on the other.

-          Why? If I’m cleaning now…

-          You didn’t get in the pool all day – Said Harry interrupting

-          I didn’t feel like it

-          Well…d’ya feel like it now?

-          Not particularly

-          Why? What’s wrong?

She turns around to face Harry.

-          Y’re acting weird

-          I am? – She said, stunned.

-          Yea. Get in the water, Pop.

-          Just let me clean this up, I’m tired and I have a billion things to do tomorrow

-          But…

-          What now Harry? – She said, realizing she raised her voice a bit much.

-          Gee…hostile much?! What bit ya?

She drops the bag and takes a deep breath.

-          What’s going on?!

-          Maybe I need a drink.

She takes the bottle from the impromptu bar put together near the grill, sits down and drinks.

-          Straight?

She smiles.

-          The vodka

-          Yes

-          You hate vodka

-          Yes

-          Yet you’re chugging that fiercely

-          Yes

-          If I keep asking you questions, are you going to keep answering ‘yes’?

She smiles at him. He smiles back. Truth be told she didn’t get in the pool earlier because she felt a bit uncomfortable to do so, most of the people there were men she didn’t know. So apart from the usual faces like Jeff, she didn’t want to prance around in a bathing suit in front of. But now it was just Harry, and it was a terrible hot night as well. So she gets up, takes her sundress off and jumps into the pool.

Harry ducks, getting out of the way and swims to the pool steps.

-          So all it took was a shot, yea?

-          Maybe that’s why I don’t like vodka

Harry laughs sitting down on the steps of the pool, leaving the water level distorting his butterfly tattoo. While she leans against the wall a couple of feet away.

-          Pretty night – She says looking up at the stars.

Harry looks up and back at her.

-          Y’re getting romantic on me now?

-          Coz I said the night was pretty???

-          Yea…the stars, the moon….how the light bounces off on the water, painting the garden with silver light…

-          Go fuck a romcom – She interrupts him

Harry belts out a loud laughter.

-          Can you get me the bottle? I think I left it by the chair… – She says turning around to face the chairs.

Harry gets up and grabs the bottle, handing over to her and going back to sit on the steps.

-          Y’re gonna get drunk

-          I already am, I think

She glances at Harry, turning the bottle.

-          I’ve never seen ya that drunk but this can’t be it. If this is rock bottom then y’re no fun.

She smiles.

-          I’m not drunk…yet – She smiles looking at the label on the bottle.

-          Trying to?

-          Maaaybe

-          You’ll regret it in the mornin’

-          Probably......

She takes another sip, frowning a bit. She really didn’t like vodka.

-          Where did Cam go? – She asked putting the bottle down

-          What? – He said, taken a bit by surprise by the question.

-          Cam…he vanished

-          Ah…he…had to leave….to….erm…..yeah…the studio needed him….

She always knew when Harry was lying and this time it was particularly bad. She just stared at him. He knew she knew.

-          I told him to leave – He said, finally giving up.

-          Why?

-          He was harassing you

-          Was he now?

It was true that Cam did follow her around most of the time during the party. First it seemed like he just wanted to help with the food, but then he started to get a bit more obvious. Which helped since she was terrible on realizing people liked her. She mentioned to Mitch on the studio once, that a friend of Harry’s flirted with her all night and Harry had to drag her to the corner and say that he was interested. She felt like they were 12 years old and Harry was poking on her that “his friend had a cruuuuush”, but maybe she had the social awareness of a 12 year old anyhow. Cam was pretty obvious, but midway through the afternoon he seemed to disappear, which bummed her out a bit, since she was really feeling good from all that attention.

-          Yes. He asked me for your number 50 times

-          Why did it take 50 times?

-          What?

-          It takes only one time, no?

-          You wanted me to give it to him?

-          He’s handsome

-          And a fuckboy

-          Oh…well…. – She said a bit surprised by how direct he was on calling his friend out. – Maybe I’m a fuck……….girl?

-          Yea, no. That’s not a word

-          What’s the word I’m looking for then?

-          …slut?

-          Oh, nice!!!

-          What? I dunno…

They stay silent for a second.

-          You want to go out with him?

She looks at Harry. He was clearly annoyed by the thought.

-          You don’t seem pleased by that

-          Well…I’m not

-          Because he’s a fuckboy?

-          Because I’m jealous. And annoyed by the fact I told him to stop flirting with ya and he wouldn’t…so, yea, I kicked him out

-          Sound similar to what happened to Jack, back in Holmes.

She stared at Harry.

-          I didn’t kick Jack out

-          Yeah, you dragged ME out

-          It was late and we needed to wake up really early the next day…What?

-          It was YOUR idea to see your friends

-          Ok, fine, you get to be jealous of me with my friends and I don’t?

-          Is that what that is?

Harry played with his hands while looking at her, annoyed by the conversation. She decides to stop the inquisition.

-          Hey, no, be my guest…I think I’ve never had someone be jealous of me before…

-          Never?

-          No. I don’t think so…

-          …oh you’re in for a treat then

She looks at him leaning back on his elbows.

-          I could get used to it

-          You’ll have to

-          You know what I’ve never done?

Harry frowns at the sudden change of topic.

-          What?

-          These pool traditions…like, I’ve never had a pool barbecue until today. Never jumped from the roof to a pool…

-          Neither you should. It’s very dangerous

-          Ok, uncle

-          Uncle???? Why uncle? Why not dad?

-          You’d want me to call you dad?

-          …no…

-          You’re thinking of daddy aren’t ya?

Harry smiles.

-          No!

He lifts his hands in defeat by her denial.

-          What else haven’t ya done?

-          Drank vodka straight out of the bottle.

-          And now that you did?

-          Not a fan… - She says frowning at the bottle

-          You should get some orange juice with it. Or tea.

-          Ew. Tea???

-          What? It’s good with whiskey…

-          Whiskey is good with whiskey

-          True

-          We should’ve gotten wine for today to be honest…

-          Too fancy for those wankers

-          Including you?

-          Not unless is red

-          The wine or the wanker?

Harry smirks through a wink.

She looks down at the water in front of her. Harry was right, the light did bounce off sort of beautifully.

-          Pop?

She looks up at Harry and thinks a bit about how weird the day was. How everything seemed a bit off with him and how she felt like he liked everyone else there a lot more than her. A bit selfish of her, she knew that, but it was always hard having to share Harry with all of his 350 close friends.

-          I don’t know Harry. You’ve been really weird lately and I don’t know why…

-          Wait…what?? I’m weird?

-          Today, yes…the past few days….

-          What???

-          Yes…been avoiding me, barely spoke to me all day…

-          Ah

-          Ah??? So you realized you were doing this?

-          Maybe?

-          Why????

-          I was…well…it doesn’t really matter, yea?

-          Yes, it does!!! I thought I did something wrong…

-          No!!! No, not at all. It’s me…the issue is all mine

-          Which is…?

They stare at each other for a good 2 minutes.

-          Harry!!!!!

-          I had a weird dream about ya

-          Oh…ok…that’s not so bad. So what?

-          I wasn’t sure how to face ya

-          What??? Did you kill me on the dream?

-          Erm….

-          YOU DID????

-          No – He said, laughing.

-          So?

-          It was…R rated…

-          Of course, if you killed me that would’ve been….

-          I didn’t kill ya!!!!!

She smiles.

-          R rated how?

Harry looks at his own hands, trying think about what to say, but she could see his smirk through the few locks of wet hair falling down his face.

-          Did ya have a wet dream, Har?

Harry smiles, looking up at her.

-          I can see your blush from here, ya know?

-          Y’re blushing too! – He said throwing water at her.

-          Well, yeah, I just found out we had sex in your head, what’d ya think I’d do?

Harry smiles looking down again.

-          It’s ok. I mean…we are spending a lot of time together…it’s natural that our minds…

-          Did you? – Says Harry, interrupting her.

-          What?

-          Did ya ever have a dream about me?

-          Ya kidding me? All the damn time

Harry widens his eyes

-          Ok, that was a bit much….a couple of times

-          About?

-          I had a dream we were fighting once…I don’t know what about, but it was bad. Like throwing stuff and everything…woke up in a cold sweat…sneaked into your room to check if you were there

-          Ha!

-          Yeah...another time it was definitely R rated, but I don’t remember.

-          Ah c’mon

-          It was a long time ago, a short time after we met. I knew it was something like that from how I felt when I woke up

-          Oh!!! – He said raising his eyebrows

-          No! Get your mind out of the gutter…how I felt emotionally…like…you were in my head and I felt weird talking to ya that day.

-          Good weird?

-          I…what’s good weird?

-          Well…just weird or bad weird, I fucked it up. Good weird…heeey! – He said smiling with both thumbs up

-          Didn’t think about it that way…UH…I remember dreaming once about us being in a lake in, like, Michigan…god knows why…and you said we should skinny dip, because there was a girl that you fancied and wanted to encourage her to skinny dip as well.

Harry laughs

-          But you would never do that, so I knew it was a dream.

-          Yea, absolutely. Would never do that. Nope! I’m a gent. True Englishman, the Queen would be proud.

She laughs.

-          I’ve never done that, as well.

-          What? Made the Queen proud. Makes sense, since you’re not English.

-          What? The Queen can’t be proud of random people?

-          I’m pretty sure Her Majesty is barely proud of her own son.

-          Well…she should’ve conformed to the standard.

-          Heeey! Sheesh. You’re not allowed to talk about the Royal Family.

-          Sorry! Didn’t mean to offend the britishness in ya.

-          Quite alright, now go fetch me mi tea. – He said in the most british accent possible.

-          What I meant is I’ve never been skinny dipping before.

-          Y’re not making any Royal member proud with that talking…

She rolls her eyes at Harry.

-          Well…get naked then.

-          What???

-          You said you wanted to skinny dip. Go ahead.

-          I didn’t say I wanted to…

-          I’ll join ya.

She sends him a disapproving look

-          I never understood what’s the kick of it

-          Skinny dipping?

-          Yea. I mean…pools I could get by, but lakes and ocean? There’s…like….stuff….there…

-          Stuff? – He said laughing.

-          Yeah…dirt…sand….seaweed…

-          Hey that’s good for ya health, innit?

-          On ya bits?

Harry laughs.

-          Who knows? Maybe…if it’s good for the insides, it’s good for the outsides, yea?

-          No faster way to get inside as well.

-          Ah, fuck! – He said face palming himself.

-          Sorry! – She said laughing.

-          Left ya filter in the vodka bottle, eh?

-          Since when I have a filter with ya?

-          True

They look at each other for a few seconds. She squints at Harry and takes her bottoms of. Harry widens his eyes. She takes her top off.

-          Ah shit! – Said Harry looking down.

-          You don’t have to…

He pulls his shorts down and throws by the chairs.

-          Oh…

-          Well ya didn’t give me any choice, did ya? I said I’d join ya…

-          It was bound to happen, no?

-          What?

-          Seeing each other naked.

-          Sealing our friendship. Y’re going back to London, I’m staying…I’ll be going on tour soon…

-          It’ll give us something to remember each other by

-          What a sight

-          I know, terrible……it’s awfully comfortable, the water…

-          It is how Mother Nature made us all.

-          Ok, now you can go fuck a BBC doc.

Harry laughs.

-          Gimme the vodka, I need it now. – He said getting into the pool and swimming closer to her.

-          Uh, naked drunk Harry Styles…I feel privileged

She turns around to grab the bottle.

-          For fucks sake… - He said grabbing the bottle from her hand.

He leans on the wall next to her, while she crosses her arms on top of the pool edge.

-          How much alcohol it takes for ya to get drunk anyway?

-          Keeping score, are ya?

-          I don’t think I’ve ever seen ya…

-          Drunk? Nah, ya did. Grimmy’s party in London, remember?

-          Ah, yeah…that was a good night.

-          Was it? I remember waking up next to Grimmy…which did no good for my hammering headache.

-          Well we ended up at his place and you decided to make bloody marys…with canned tomatoes….and water.

-          Ooooh yeah….

-          And a stick of butter because you couldn’t find celery.

-          That…did not….taste good.

-          Really? You both seemed to enjoy it very much. Especially after Grim had the wonderful idea to add Jalapeños to it.

-          Oh is that what that was?

-          You remember?

-          I remember the feeling the next day…so does my loo.

-          Oh ew, Harry!

Harry laughs.

-          What was your dream about, Har?

-          What?

-          The R rated one.

-          Ah…well…not important. I thought you forgot about that already… - He said looking around.

-          C’mon, I told ya mine.

-          Barely!!!!

-          Just cause I can’t remember…

-          I’m not telling ya.

-          I’d tell ya if I remembered.

-          It puts me in a bit of disadvantage, yea?

-          Why? Quite the opposite. If you tell me, then the next one I have I’ll HAVE to tell ya.

Harry ponders for a second.

-          Makes sense…

-          It could be really bad, ya know. The next one.

-          Weeell….uhm….remember the other day when ya gave me that face thing?

-          “That face thing”…

-          The massage, to relax…

-          Yeah

-          Well…it ended differently in my head.

-          That’s it??? I thought it was some fifty shades shit…

Harry laughs.

-          Man…you need to watch some porn.

-          Maybe it’ll be one of our movie nights.

-          Only if it’s a terrible one.

-          From like the 70’s.

-          Yeah!!!!

-          That’ll be a lot of hair

-          Maybe it’ll inspire your testosterone…

Harry glances over at her, as she hides a smile behind her folded arm.

Before he can answer, they hear his phone ringing.

-          Is that my phone?

-          Yep!

-          Oh…

He turns around to face the house. He looks at her, pinches his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger

-          I won’t look

He smiles and walks to the pool steps. She watches him begin to climb the steps and, as tempted as she was to keep her eyes on him, she turns her head to the other side. He rushes inside and she grabs the vodka bottle to finish reading the label. She involuntarily looks at him as he walks back to the yard, with his phone between his fingers and both hands covering himself.

-          Baaaah… - he said, pointing at her with the phone hand.

She quickly looks away, laughing, as he jumps back into the pool.

-          Sorry!!!!

-          Ya peeked.

-          Didn’t mean to, sorry. You can peek me if you want.

-          I already did.

He said, face half sunk in the water.

-          Sneaky…it’s ok.

-          Yeah?

-          Yeah. I work very hard for this… - She said gesturing her body underwater.

-          Hmmm…

-          Don’t get weird.

He smiles underwater, just his eyes above surface. Even though she could barely see it behind his wet hair, so she pushes his bangs off his face, revealing them. They had a crazy green sparkle due to the light reflecting on the water. She takes his phone out of the edge of the pool, unlocks it, faces it to him and takes a picture. He emerges back.

-          I want image royalties for that.

-          I’ll get right on it with Jeff about it, don’t worry – She said without taking her eyes from the phone

He watches her go through a photo edit app she installed on his phone for him, that he still didn’t know how to use it. When she’s done, she smiles at the photo.

-          I forget your eyes are green sometimes.

-          Whaaa? But that’s my best feature.

She looks at him smiling like a child.

-          No it’s not.

-          No? – He said slightly surprised

-          Nope.

-          What is?

-          Hum…

-          What?

They were both leaning against the wall of the pool, facing each other. He knew she was slightly drunk. He recognized her stages already. He’s never seen her completely drunk, because she would always stop drinking before that. But the state she was in, he saw multiple times before, it made her very giddy and childlike, not to mention the persistent peachy color that would take over her cheeks.

-          I dunno…people seem to be very fond of your dimples…

-          People?

-          Yeah…you know…I heard it through the grapevine.

He laughs.

-          You agree?

-          Ah…well…everybody likes a dimple…

Harry stares at her clearly analyzing his face.

-          Not my favorite tho.

-          Really? Not even when I do this?

He gives a big smile, making his dimples almost pop his cheek open.

-          I’m not saying is not cute, sure, it is…but…

-          Ok, I’ll buy. What’s your favorite?

-          Hum…

-          Oh for fucks sake, just say it…

-          Your hands probably.

He looks at his hands.

-          Especially without the rings…they’re nice…but you have really long fingers…the rings hide that a bit.

-          Did you get your PhD on my hands?

-          Don’t flatter yourself. I like hands. Most men have nice hands.

-          Way to go push me up and pull me back down.

-          Sorry. But look how pretty you are.

She shows him the picture she took.

-          I might send that one to Gucci…they could do a whole collection inspired by the shade of green in your eyes. The Style Collection, by Gucci. Heh?!!

Harry smiles, rubbing his eyes. He takes the phone from her and turns his back to her, ducking a bit and lifting the phone up in front of them.

-          Oh shit! – She says hiding behind him.

-          C’mon Poppet!

She peaks over his shoulder. She hated being in pictures. But she knew Harry hated selfies, so he was making an effort too. She stands up, hugs him from the back and rests her chin on his shoulder. He lifts the phone, gives a childlike smile and sees her hiding over half her face behind her arm.

-          Poppet!

-          What?

-          Stop hiding.

-          Gee, Har. – She said lifting her head a bit.

They both smile and before Harry can take the picture, she scruffs his hair a bit. She kisses his cheek and he takes the picture. He checks how it turned out and smiles. It was a cute picture of them. He selects it to turn it into his background picture. She smiles, still with arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck, resting her head on him, and suddenly very aware that they were both naked. She widens her eyes realizing that her chest was very nakedly pressed against his back. Every other sound went silent and the only thing she was hearing was her inner voice going “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck”. The muffed out sound of Harry’s voice pulled her back out of her panic attack. She looked at him turning around, so she released herself from him.

-          You better put a picture of me on your phone now!!!!

He didn’t seemed bothered at all, so she carried on pretending she wasn’t fazed as well.

-          What?

-          Your phone background. If I go through ya phone tomorrow and I’m not in it our friendship is over.

-          You already are.

-          Over?

-          What?

-          I’m over?

-          What????

They stare at each other for a second, both slightly drunk, enough to make this conversation sound like it belonged in a mental institute.

-          No, what are ya…you’re already my background!!!

-          Aaah

-          You go through my phone all the time, how do you not know that?

-          I’m your background? No I’m not!

-          You are!!! My phone is by the window, get it and see it for yourself.

He looks at the window behind the sofa, where the phone was.

-          Fuck no!

-          What? Why not?

-          I’m naked!!! Didn’t ya peek enough last time?

-          Ah, gee Harry! – She said jumping out of the pool.

-          WOAAAH! – He said turning around.

She walks up to the phone and takes it back to the pool. She jumps in, making sure the phone stays above water, and hands it over to Harry. He takes it, with a huge smile on his face, slightly blushed.

-          Oh get over it. You didn’t even look.

-          I wouldn’t. I’m a gent, remember?

-          Just underwater peeking?

-          Yeah, I’m a gent above water only.

He looks at her phone, unlocks it, to see a picture of them at a party together. They were both wearing ridiculous hats. He was wearing a loud sequin pink blouse while she was wearing a suit that clearly belonged to him. He also had sunglasses and a crazy straw on his mouth. He was hugging her from behind and she was peeking over her shoulder. After staring at the picture for a second, he goes through her phone and looks for the picture.

-          You take a lot of pictures of me sleeping…

-          I do. You trap me under your naps quite often so this is what I take from it. I was going to make a photo board with only pictures of you sleeping to give it to ya.

-          Do it!

She laughs.

Harry finally finds the picture and sends it to himself.

-          Fun night… - He said, sliding the phone away from the pool.

-          Yeah…well….you did try to kiss me all night.

-          Ah yeah…not that fun since you didn’t let me.

-          We had just met and you were drunk.

-          …ish

-          No, you were drunk. I forgot about that night when I said I’ve never seen you drunk. Grimmy’s party was nothing next to that one. You were wasted.

-          It was supposed to be a good night, I got carried away.

-          What was good about it?

-          You. It was the first time I convinced ya to party with me.

-          Did it disappoint?

-          Fell in love with ya that night.

-          What?

-          As a friend.

-          Ah, ok

-          I knew I wanted to keep ya close after that…

-          That’s sweet…sorry I turned ya down, then.

-          Maybe the fact that ya did that made me love ya.

-          Couldn’t get me, eh?

-          Been trying ever since.

-          Ha!

They stay silent for a few minutes. She started tracing the outline of his sparrows, something he knew she did when she was over thinking stuff. Often when he was trying to calm her down about something, she would start tracing the tattoos on his arm, she said it distracted her brain. He didn’t mind her doing so.

-          Hey, can I ask ya an honest question?

-          An honest question? The answer can be a lie?

Harry bites the tip of his tongue, annoyed.

-          Go ahead, be honest and ask me a question.

-          Nah! You ruined it.

-          Just ask me, ya knob.

Harry smiles at her, he always found it funny how much she sounded like she was from London, even though it wasn’t long she moved there.

-          Did ya ever…thought…about me….ehm…

She looks at Harry struggling to get the words out.

-          Are ya asking me if you’ve ever been the fiddler to my roof, Harry?

Harry looks up in shock at her and laughs out loud.

-          No!!!!! Although I loved the analogy.

-          You just have the find the right comparison…

-          Well, I wasn’t asking that. But now that you mentioned it…

-          No, no. Go back to what you were asking.

-          No, now I want to know!

-          No!!! Just…

She could feel her face burning up to a color Harry could clearly see, by the widening smile on his face.

-          You’ve been fiddling ya roof? With a certain someone in mind?

-          Jesus Christ!

-          No, Harry! – He said pointing at himself – But thanks!

-          Ha ha. You’re funny.

-          You ever thought of me that way, tho?

-          In like…fiddling mode?

-          Yeah

-          Maybe? I mean…I dunno…

-          Never thought about kissing me?

-          Ehm…did ya?

-          I tried to, remember?

-          Centuries ago, we weren’t friends yet.

-          Maybe I should’ve kept trying.

-          Don’t know if I would’ve let ya…

-          How about now?

For the first time since they met, the silence was slightly awkward. Both waiting for some movement from the other and not quite sure what to do. Then Harry leans closer to her, making the hair in the back of her neck stand up. Few inches away from each other, she can’t help but lean in and land him a soft peck. He smiles, slightly surprised.

-          Sorry

She starts to submerge, embarrassed, but the smirk on Harry’s face tells her he didn’t mind. He moves a bit to stop in front of her. He ducks to the level she was on the water and uses his hand to lift her chin above water just enough so he could get in and give her a soft long kiss.

-          Should’ve let ya kiss me that night…

Harry smiles, clearly proud of himself. He takes her hands, places them on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

-          Oh, that’s different.

-          Can I pull ya closer?

-          Yes?!

-          I need confirmation, poppet

-          Yes!

Harry pulls her tight against him. Skin touching skin. She looks at him, looking up at her, and can’t help but smile.

-          Hi!

-          Hey!

-          Wasn’t sure what to do with this feeling before…

-          When ya hugged me for the picture?

-          Oh…I thought you didn’t realized…

-          I did!

Harry stands up, lifting her up as well. She smiles and wraps her legs around his waist. She could feel every little bit of him tense up. She leans her forehead on his, noses touching.

-          Poppet…

-          Yeah?

-          I’m done fighting this crush anymore…

-          Yeah?

-          Yep!

-          Me too!

Harry smiles at her, making her smile as well, which was the usual reaction she had. His smile was infectious like that. But this time was different; this time that smile felt like it was hers.

[anneedmonds]

Life Update: The Things I’ll Miss

Angelica: started pre-school in September and has aged by around eight years in just three months. I’ve never seen anything like it. I dropped her off a fine-haired, slightly apprehensive baby, and now she comes back home with all the sass of a teenager after a party-fuelled gap year in Bali.

“Erm, Mummy, you haven’t put my sparkle hair clip on straight! It’s not right Mummy! MUMMY!”

It’s funny; when babies are babies, you can’t imagine them ever not being babies. People say “ooh, watch out, the time will fly!” or “it only seems like yesterday that my twenty year-old was in nappies!” and you dismiss them as the rantings of a halfwit. Yet there you are, three years down the line, still referring to them as your “baby” because it only seems like a week ago that they were drinking bedtime milk from a bottle and falling asleep with their head in their dinner.

I haven’t even compiled my photo album of Angelica’s newborn photos yet. Actually, I haven’t even compiled our wedding album and we got married over ten years ago, so it’s probably no surprise that the baby photos remain unsorted.

So, what with the time passing so very quickly, I have started to make a list of things about babies/toddlers that I don’t want to forget about. Things that – if not written down – I will forget the moment they stop being babies/toddlers. I only have a few things on my list at the moment, but it’s a work in progress. Do add your own thoughts in the comments section so that I can compile one big mega-list.

Things I will completely forget about once I don’t have tiny children:

the way the stair gate lets out an annoying clunk as I pull up the latch, and then the way I have to step over the bottom of the stair gate to get onto the stairs, all without tripping up and breaking my neck. Imagine just being able to walk, unhindered, up and down your own stairs!

the way that all of the plastic bowls in the dishwasher always have a pool of dirty water in them when the dishwasher has finished, which splashes all over your feet when you do the unloading. Plastic stuff harbours a huge amount of lukewarm, greyish dish water, apparently.

the skill involved in leaving a child’s room completely silently – not even the tiniest floor creak or soft brush of sock on carpet. I’m like a bloody ninja, me! I can even pick up things with my feet to avoid having to bend, because if I bend my back might crack and even this diminutive noise might wake the baby. I’d actually be sad to lose this skill when I think about it. Maybe I’ll train up for MI5 once they’re a bit older. Or become a jewel thief, a la Catherine Zeta Jones in Entrapment.

the pure, unadulterated hatred you can feel for another adult when they dare to suggest that they might be more tired than you and/or have generally done more than you.

the pure, unadulterated love you can feel for another adult when they utter the sentence, you sleep in today, I’ll take them downstairs to watch Octonauts.” Never has a sexier sentence been said.

the fact that it takes longer for a kid’s food to cool down than it does to cook it in the first place. 25 minutes to oven cook, eighteen thousand hours to cool down enough for the frantic, hangry child to spoon it into their mouth without scalding the bejeezus out of themselves.

Anything else? Of course, we have nappies, prams and those full-body bibs that absolutely stink after a week and are a pain in the arse to wash, we have sleepless nights and fraught relationships, friendships hanging by a thread and worries over childcare. But anything more obscure that you can think of, anything weird, add that to the comments too.

We’ve all had coughs, colds and general malaise here so I’m not going to linger for long, but apart from the runny noses, rounds of Calpol and Nurofen (them) and Benylin Original (us) everything is fine. Ted is incredibly cute, won’t let Dada out of his sight (can cry for a full hour when Daddy pops out somewhere) and is almost saying proper words – Penguin (guin-guin), Dinner (ninner) and Vroom (er… vroom). Work is manic, and I was going to write a big long piece about how work-life balance seems to be even harder the older the babies get, but quite honestly I think that if I analyse it for too long I’ll end up losing my momentum and enthusiasm. I just need to get to Christmas and all will be fine – although I did say, the other day, “at least I can catch up on stuff over the Christmas break.”

I’ve been trying really hard this year to only work when I’m not with the children so that they don’t see me distracted and typing away or whatever it is that I’m doing. Which is great, apart from the fact that the time away from the children doesn’t quite give me enough time to get everything done.. I get the feeling that this problem and sense of guilt is never going to go away, though – and I really want to enjoy being with Angelica before she starts school next September.

The school thing was a shock – I thought she had another year to go after this one and then school, but no, we are on the home run and this time next year we’ll no doubt be making a costume for her nativity play and feeling all affronted that she only got the part of the starfish/clam/reserve shepherd.

Does anyone else wish they could press pause?

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