Isabelle's P.O.V

The next day, I was standing at the kitchen table preparing breakfast—clothed, thankfully. Harry had gone to wake up Lou and Lux, even though I’d told him not to, since they were probably still really tired. I wore his old Ramones t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, my hair tied in a messy bun, flipping pancakes on the stove. I was making breakfast for everyone.

Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see Niall. His hair was slightly dishevelled, and he yawned. “I smelled food,” he said simply, and I burst out laughing. That little Irish leprechaun was really something.

“Well,” I giggled, and I grabbed a plate from the counter, “Since you were the first one up, you get the first pick.”

Niall grinned widely, and I scooped up three pancakes, stacking them onto his plate. I then pulled out a glass cup, and shot him a look, “Orange juice?”

He gasped playfully, “How did you know?” he asked, putting a hand to his chest.

I laughed again, “I am a great guesser. Now, go grab it from the fridge.”

He did as I asked, taking the cup from my hand and pouring the juice. I handed him his plate, and grabbed another, heaping all of the extra pancakes onto it, just so that I could be prepared when everyone else woke up. Niall and I sat at the table, and I watched him wolf down the food.

“Wow,” I said, “Thanks for the feedback.”

He grinned childishly at me and spoke, with his mouth full, “How did you get them so fluffy?” I got a full look at what was inside his mouth. I cringed dramatically, holding my hands up in front of my face, “I use milk instead of water. It makes them fuller.”

“Do you cook like this for Harry all the time?” he asked, thankfully swallowing before opening his mouth. I shrugged, “Sometimes.”

“Sweet baby Jesus,” Niall whispered, and I cracked up again.

“Well, thank you Niall,” I said, smiling widely at him.

He just shrugged, turning back to his pancakes, “I’m serious, you, my friend, have a gift.”

“I try to keep it on the down-low,” I replied sassily, batting my eyelashes and putting the back of my hand to my chin, before I began giggling madly again.

He ran a hand through his hair, laughing along with me, and suddenly, Harry appeared in the doorway, holding Lux in his arms. He was smiling, but as soon as his gaze landed on his, it was replaced with a frown. I pretended not to notice.

“Hey Harry!” I said, standing up and walking over to him, pecking his lips. He didn’t kiss me back. I scowled slightly when I pulled back, but then remember that Niall was here. I peeked over at Lux, whose head was nestled on his shoulder. “Hey Lux,” I cooed slightly. She grinned and me and shifted around in Harry’s arms.

“I made pancakes,” I said, clearing my throat. Harry nodded stiffly and set Lux down on the ground.

“Hey baby,” he said softly to her, “Why don’t you go wake the rest of the lads?” she simply smiled toothily and hobbled away, trying her best not to fall. She disappeared into the living room, and I stifled a laugh once I realised how the boys would react to her.

“Want some?” I gestured to the plate of pancakes.

“Sure,” Harry said, shrugging. I mounted some pancakes onto another plate while he took a seat, not bothering to smile at Niall. Once I made my way over to them, I set the plate down and tugged Harry up. He protested, but I said, “Can I talk to you please? Excuse us Niall.”

Niall swallowed another forkful of pancakes, and waved us away, saying, “Oh, by all means. I’ll just finish this off,” he reached for Harry’s plate, sliding it closer to him, and I grinned widely. But then I remembered that I was supposed to be cross with Harry, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

I yanked him into the hallway and turned to face him, my hands on my hips. Harry looked annoyed, and I suddenly realised that I should approach this in a different way. My eyes softened and I tenderly took a step forward, brushing some of his messy quiff off of his forehead.

“Hey,” I whispered, kissing his cheek, “What’s wrong?”

He stayed rigid, his fists clenched at his side, “Do you want him?”

The question took me extremely by surprise, but I tried not to let it show, kissing his cheek, his chin, his neck, “Are you insane? Why would I want him when I have you?” I wound my arms around his neck and pulled back, staring into his eyes, “I love you Harry.”

His eyes narrowed, but then he sighed, his shoulders drooping, “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I got jealous.”

“Damn right you did,” I said, grinning at him. I leaned in, finally kissing his lips, “Niall will be Niall. He’s cheeky, hilarious, and fun to be around. But I don’t love him. You’re amazing, sexy, and absolutely incredible. I love you, okay?”

He finally cracked a smile, leaning down and pressing his forehead to mine, “I’m sorry.”

I rolled my eyes, “You have nothing to be sorry for. Now just shut up and kiss me.”

He chuckled and pressed his lips to mine in a needy way. I tugged at his curls, and he squeezed my hips. When we pulled back, I grinned at him, our silence reassuring.

“Come on now,” I said, holding my hand out to him, and just then, we heard a high pitched scream that could only belong to Louis. Quickly we raced into the living room, only to find Liam sitting bolt upright, and Louis crouched in a Spiderman position on the couch. Lux was sitting on her bum, pointing at Louis and laughing her head off. Zayn just groaned, nestled his head farther into a pillow, and continued snoring. I couldn’t help it; I broke out into laughs.

Harry chuckled, winding an arm around my waist, and Zayn’s head shot up, his hair messy, “Shut the fuck up!”

“Shh, Zayn,” Liam scolded like a mother, “There are children here.” He gestured to Lux, who was still laughing, and Louis warily stepped down from the couch.

“You scared me babe,” he scolded Lux, and she giggled, pressing her palm to her mouth. I smiled slightly.

“Well,” I said, “Now that everyone’s up, I made pancakes, if you’re hungry?”

They all sat up groggily and thanked me. Liam kissed my cheek, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Harry stiffen. Once they all passed by me and into the kitchen, I gripped his hand,

“Be nice,” I mouthed, “I love you.”

He then grinned, and proceeded to pick up Lux, balancing her in his arms. We made our way back into the kitchen, only to find that Lou was now sitting at the table, “I heard someone scream?” she explained in a question, yawning, “Isabelle, are you alright?”

Niall leaned over and whispered something hurriedly in her ear, and her eyes widened. She snapped her head to across the table, where Louis was sitting. “Louis, I mean,” she yawned again, her voice thick, “Of course, I meant Louis.”

I giggled, “I think you’re still pretty tired Lou,” I suggested, “Why don’t you go back to sleep?”

“You’ll watch Lux for the day?” she asked, her eyes already closing, and Harry and I nodded at the same time.

“We’ll bring her someplace fun,” Harry said, “Maybe a park?” Lou nodded, “Be sure to zip her up nicely to keep her warm,” she said, standing up and stumbling slightly. Niall steadied her.

I nodded empathetically, “Of course,” I said, and Lou trudged back upstairs.

I turned to Harry, “The park then? After breakfast?” He turned to me, his eyes sparkling, and I marvelled again at how I got so lucky.

“Yup,” he said, popping the ‘p’. He leaned down to kiss me, and all of the guys made disgusted sounds. Harry shifted Lux around, so that he was cradling her in one arm, and flipped the finger to his bandmates, swooshing it around dramatically just so they could get the message. Once we pulled back, I laughed for what seemed the millionth time that morning.

We all sat at the table, passing around forks, cups and mounting pancakes onto our plates. I received multiple compliments, at which I blushed and thanked the givers.

While the boys began talking about the new songs they were working on, I let my gaze drift to Harry. He was participating in the conversation, bouncing Lux on his knee while she picked up tiny pieces of pancake and shoved them in her mouth.

I couldn’t help but to notice how he was still a bit on edge though. He eyes kept flickering to Niall—who was now laughing at something that Louis had said—and whenever they did, they hardened and he sat a bit straighter. I bit at my lip lightly, smiling when Liam commented, “You alright Belle?”

I just nodded, “I’m fine, thank you.”

But I wasn’t. Why was Harry so damn insecure? Couldn’t he just accept that I loved him, and stop being so jealous and possessive sometimes? This was really getting out of hand, and I was scared that soon, his jealousy would come between us. He had to see that I only wanted him and no one else but him; that was it.

Eventually, breakfast finished, and I excused myself to go get changed so that Harry and I could take Lux to the park.

Notes

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