Long brown locks, not curly mind, Sophie's genes actually won over on that one, but she had his green eyes, his small subtle smirk, a more female version. Although one thing that she did inherit from her mother was the reign as sarcasm queen.

''Mum! I'm going out!'' the seventeen year old shouted from the bottom of the staircase.

''With who?'' Sophie spoke from her husbands arms as they watched some mindless tv on the summer night. ''Friends?''

''No, with terrorists.''

''Sadie!'' Her fathers deep voice echoed throughout the house.

''Oh god I don't know what you two are doing up there but I'm gonna go before I find out.''

''Bu-'' Before Sophie could finish the sound of a door slamming could be heard.

''That girl will be the death of us I swear.'' She sighed into Harry's chest.

''Well...now we have the place to ourselves.'' Harry suggested, running his index finger up and down her thigh.

''Harry have you forgotten about your son? He's sleeping in the next room.''

''Sophie, he's a 15 year old boy, and it's..'' He glanced at his rolex. ''9:30 on a Friday night, the boy's not gonna be asleep.''

''Oi! These walls aren't soundproof you know!''

The pair barely acknowledged their son's voice and continued the conversation, whispering this time.

''All the more reason to keep it in your pants, Styles.''

''Damn.'' He muttered under his breath.

But he wasn't giving in that easily. His hand continued to graze her thigh, eventually edging it up past the waistband on her skin tight jeans. ''Harry.'' She grumbled as his hand touched the bare skin under her top. ''Yes, sweatpea.'' He replied oh so sweetly.

''Dick.'' She moaned again.

Soon his hand reached the lace of her bra, and not before touching as much skin as possible did he reach the strap, leaving sloppy kisses on her bare shoulder.

''Nope!'' Their son's voice could be heard again through the walls.

''Oh for god sake, we weren't even making any noise.'' Harry shouted.

''I know.'' The teenager chuckled. ''I just really wanted to freak you out, and I guess it worked.'' The couple exchanged silent looks, both saying that they were going to have words later. ''Plus dad's hilarious when he's not getting any.'' He added.

''Oi.'' Harry chucked the nearest pillow at the wall.

''Is it odd that I'm finding this hilarious.'' Sophie chuckled.

Harry didn't reply, his facial expression changing to I've-just-had-a-brilliant-idea.
''You know.'' Harry's hand rested on her hip, as his voice was barely a whisper. ''The guest room's free.'' Sophie giggled into his neck. ''On the other side of the house.''

''But it's right next to Sadie's room.'' Sophie added.

''Who is out.''

''Fine.'' Sophie chuckled pulling the pair up to a standing position, and making their way to the guest bedroom.

But Harry and Sophie would never be that lucky..

''Hi mum, dad.'' Sadie's voice could be heard behind them as they reached the door of the guest bedroom.

''Sadie! What are you doing back so early?'' Harry questioned, growing agitated.
''Oh I didn't feel too good, so I guess it's a Friday night in for me.'' And with that she entered her bedroom and slammed the door shut.

''Sorry Casanova, looks like we're gonna have to wait.'' Sophie smirked.

''First thing tomorrow, I am calling the wall sound proofing guy.''

''The 'wall sound proofing guy?' Really?''

''Yes, well I don't know the exact job title, wall expert? I don't know!'' Harry exclaimed as they made their way back to their own bedroom.

''Unlucky dad. Maybe tomorrow.'' The 15 year old stood in his doorway, arms crossed.

''Shutup.''

As Harry entered the room he grabbed the laptop from the dressing table and began typing and clicking furiously.

''Harry what are you doing?''

''Booking us a holiday. Niall and Penelope can look after the kids for a few days.''

''Jesus Harry, going all the way to...'' She leaned forward, getting a better look at the computer screen. ''Bora Bora just to get laid, really?''

''Yep.''

''Remind me again why I married and had two kids with you?''

''Cause I'm hot, now go pack.''

''Oh make sure we're not away for the 19th, I have a red carpet event.''

No, she wasn't a celebrity on the red carpet, she could have been, but she took another path, she would be on the side with a microphone in hand, trying to grab Johnny Depp...not literally of course. When Sadie and Tom had both started school, Sophie found herself at a loose end, a loose end that caused her to get back to work. And now look at her, one of the most prestigious reporters, and everyone knew her name. Not because she was Harry Styles' wife..

But because she asked the questions, everyone wanted to know the answer to.

Notes

Once again. Thank you to everyone who read C'mon C'mon and this sequel, but now Sophie Abrielle's existence is no more. So there is just one more thing left to say..

See ya bitches

~S.V