Chapter 61

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H A R R Y

Our girl's birthday party was a complete and huge success. Even though she just turned one (my heart hurt as I said that), Alexandra and I could tell she had a good time with all of our friends and family. Now, it's back to work for a few more months before tour is officially over.

The lads had gone back to do their own thing, with the promise of us meeting up again as soon as we've got free time and are all in the same place. Niall left at peace with the knowledge that he'll be seeing his goddaughter in a few months as Alexandra and I agreed we'd take Scarlett to at least one of his concerts. Louis and Liam were content enough with getting FaceTime calls a few days a week, seeing as they'd be heading back to London for work of their own.

As for my new band mates, I'd be seeing plenty of them for the upcoming months. Clare and Mitch have made it their top priority to see Scarlett every day, since the moment they going out Alex and Scar would be joining us for the remainder of tour. I'm so happy about that because I won't be able to spend much time with them after tour; with Alexandra going back to work and all, it'll just be me and Scar for most of the day. I am indeed looking for some quality time with my blonde haired angel girl.

"Babe, where is the orange blouse Sarah and Mitch gifted Scar? I want her to wear it today for when we go out to lunch with them." Alexandra voiced, walking into our laundry room where I was currently loading up the dryer with some of our damp towels.

I looked in her direction as I threw in the last few items that needed to be dried, pushing up my prescription glasses farther up my nose when they began to slip slightly. Alex moved toward me, a cute grin on her lips as she reached to push away the unruly curls that fell out of my tiny bun.

"I literally just put it in her closet when I was organising her clothes. You're talking about the one with the puffed sleeves?" I inquired from my missus who had wrapped her arms around my hips, her chin coming to rest on my chest as she peered up at me dreamily.

"That's the one, superstar." She nodded, smiling cheekily when I playfully smacked her joggers covered bum. Chuckling fondly, I planted my lips to Alex's forehead and began to sway gently with her in my arms.

"I'm glad I was useful for your service." I hummed, moving my head so I could now rest my cheek against Alex's strawberry scented, soft hair.

"If you'd like, you can start getting ready for our lunch. Scarlett should be waking up in a bit; I'll get her ready and feed her before changing my clothes. Adam texted saying we should leave at around fifteen to 13:00 (1:00 pm)." My fiancée commented, crouching down to let Bubba who was nuzzling against her legs for attention.

Shaking my head fondly at the two, I nodded my head.

"I'll do that then. And don't worry about Scar; you get yourself ready and I'll dress her. I'll bring her to you after I'm done so you can feed her. I would do that but I've not got a pair of those." I smirked, gesturing to Alex's breasts cheekily, causing the brunette to roll her eyes as she flicked me off jokingly.

"Go get our daughter, you absolute wanker." Alex laughed, walking out of the laundry room with Bubba trailing after her happily.

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A L E X A N D R A

Where the heck are my sandals?

That's all I'm asking for. I can't and I won't wear trainers when it's such a pretty day in Los Angeles. Besides, I've gotten my toe nails painted and I want everyone to see them. Ugh.

For my attire of the day, I opted for a pair of dark green self tie shorts with a white tube top. My hair was fanned over my shoulder in loose, messy waves, and my makeup was done lightly. All I needed was to find my pair of nude stappy sandals, but with my luck, I'll end up finding them next year.

Just as I was about to give up and slip on my Vans, Harry strolled into our room with Scarlett on his hips, and much to my joy: my sandals in his free hand.

"You're such a lifesaver! How did you know I was looking for those?" I squealed happily, going over toward him and pecking his lips gratefully.

Harry chuckled against my mouth, his free arm that still held my footwear in his hand wrapping around my waist lovingly.

"I had a feeling you'd want to wear them today." He stated knowingly, his dimples appearing in his cheeks when he grinned cutely.

"Thank you, baby." I giggled, finally detaching myself from his chest and grabbing my sandals from his hand so I could slip them over my bare feet.

"There! All done; were good to go!" I cheered excitedly, causing Scarlett to cackle adorably from where she was perched on her Daddy's hip. I cooed at my girl, reaching out to take her into my arms instead so I could shower her with kisses.

"Hi!" Scarlett shrieked preciously, her chubby hand opening and closing as she waved. Harry and I shared an adoring laugh at our girl, my heart screaming with love for my baby girl.

"Hello, baby. You look so pretty!" I cooed just as excited as she was, causing Scarlett to beam even wider if humanly possible. I stood in front of the full length mirror with my angel perched on my hip, her eyes shifting to our reflection on the mirror where she began to coo and reach out to touch the mirroring image of herself. I giggled at the sight before me, oblivious to the way H was staring at our daughter and I.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, kitten." Harry voiced lovingly, his eyes gazing up and down my body, a soft grin etched on his lips.

Feeling a blush creeping onto my cheeks, I smiled bashfully.

"Thank you, H. You don't look so bad yourself, boo." I noted, taking the opportunity to shamelessly and bluntly check out my fiancé who was dressed in a pair of black pinstriped trousers and a white t-shirt. His hair was pushed back by his sunglasses, causing him to look even more incredible than before.

"We ready to go or are you not done checking me out?" Harry teased cheekily, green eyes crinkling at the sides as he smiled in my direction.

"Shut up and get moving." I laughed, shaking my head at his silly remark and following after Harry out of our room.

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