It had been an interesting morning to say the least.

Breakfast with Darcy and Harry had been full of stories told by little miss Darcy herself including one about her imaginary princess friend Sophie. Harry had been quite interested in that one, me not so much. I had run into Princess Sophie once or twice in the last week. We were good friends.

Darcy had also informed me, as she giggled happily, that her nana was picking her up later that day so they could spend some quality time together for the rest of the week.

That was news to me.

I had to admit I was a little unsure of how that was going to play out here.

Harry and I hadn't been alone since I moved in. Darcy was always around. Being alone kind of worried me a bit. Even if Jamie was here, it wasn't like my 6, soon to be 7, month old could help me in the awkward situations that were sure to arise.

Niall showed up just after breakfast as I sat in the lounge feeding Jamie the bottle Harry had considerately prepared for him.

Like always Harry sent the Irish boy a thinly veiled glare which earned him one from me in return. Niall ignored it, probably choosing to play ignorance to keep the peace. I felt kind of bad that I was the reason they were in this strange friendship limbo. I had already spoken to Niall about just forgiving Harry and letting me deal with him on my own. He said he would think about it, which I translated into ‘I'm just saying this to get you off my back, woman.'

Sweet, sweet Niall thought that was the end of it. How naïve of him.

I would be damned if I was the reason for the constant tension between them. Besides I didn't want millions of girls hunting me down.

After one too many moody side glances from Harry, Niall and I decided that moving our conversations about weekend plans up to my room and away from Harry's obvious eavesdropping was the best option.

"So Friday night then?" I asked after finally getting Jamie to stop crying. His teeth were killing him; it was only a matter of time before my boy had his first teeth peeking out.

"Yea. I'm thinking dinner and a movie. There is that new horror movie out this week. What do you think?" Niall asked with a cocked eyebrow as he lounged on my bed with his head resting in his hand. He looked genuinely worried about his date idea.

"Ooh I love scary movies." I gushed before sending him a wink. "Simple and classic. I like."

"You don't think it's stupid? Maybe-"

Jamie's wailing cut Niall's words off and I once again set off to bouncing him and humming soothingly.

I curled my finger and placed it to his lips to allow him to gum on my knuckle to relive the pain. It effectively quieted him down.

Niall watched me closely. He always watched me in awe when I had Jamie with me, like he had no idea how I was able to calm him. He had no clue I was just guessing my way along.

"How is the little man doing?" He asked as soon as we made eye contact. I chose to ignore his slight blush so as not to embarrass him farther for getting caught staring.

"He's teething and its torture." I informed blowing a loose strand of hair out of my face.

Niall sat up from his spot to look straight into my face, probably to gage my reaction. "And how is mummy holding up?"

That was a good question.

I sighed and even to my own ears the exhaustion was very much evident. "Okay, I guess. Tired. He doesn't let me sleep at night with his teeth bothering him. He's conditioned me to wake up whenever he shifts now, even if he doesn't wake up which means I'm up every few minutes."

Niall watched me for a moment longer before holding his arms out, palms up, and wiggled his fingers.

I cocked my head to the side unsure of what he wanted and raised an eyebrow. Did he want a hug? He just nodded towards Jamie making me feel like an idiot. I reluctantly handed my son over to Niall trying not to let my slight jealousy show at Jamie giggling up at the Irish boy.

"Hey buddy." He cooed only making Jamie giggle up at him. "Happy baby." Niall said flashing my son a heartwarming smile before looking up at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him letting him know I resented his ability to get my son to giggle even through this hellish teething period. He just laughed at me and shook his head before speaking again.

"Why don't you just have him sleep in his crib so you can get some rest?"

"I don't have anything in the room. It's just... empty and... sad."

It was the truth too. There was currently nothing in the room except the crib and the rocking chair and dresser Harry had originally had in there. The walls hadn't even been painted yet.

"Well why don't you decorate it?" He asked like it was the simplest thing.

My eyes dropped down to my hands that had clasped in front of me know that I didn't have a baby to occupy them. I was slightly embarrassed to explain why I hadn't been putting the beautiful room beside my own to use.

I certainly didn't want to have to tell Niall because I knew what his reaction would be. He was too nice for his own good. I didn't want him to feel like he had to do me any favors, especially after everything that had been going on with us.

I tried to think of a thousand different excuses as I picked at my cuticles and when I had thought I had picked a good fib I looked up. His blue eyes cut into me, letting me know he would read me like a book if I were to lie, so I took a deep breath and swallowed my pride and told the truth.

"I, um... I can't. I've had other things to pay; baby furniture wasn't high on my list at the moment."

Like changing my temporary visa into permanent residency here. I had been applying for Jamie and I through the mail and it was a costly process. Currently we were just waiting for our case to be determined. Dual citizenship was a complicated thing.

Niall looked at Jamie as he spoke. "Aria if you want I can help you-"

"NO!" I cut him off, my voice a bit louder then I intended. Niall looked up at me a bit startled by my outburst and even Jamie's little eyes widened in my direction. I cleared my throat and tried again. "No Niall, I can't ask you to do that. I'll get to it eventually but I just need to take care of a few things first."

He looked at me like he wanted to insist and I prayed he wouldn't. Niall had this way of looking at you and making you just melt into his palms like putty. He was a sneaky little unassuming devil like that.

I got lucky when all he did was shake his head and lay back down with Jamie resting comfortably on his chest. Apparently he wasn't going to use his powers of manipulation this time.

"So how are you and Harry doing?"

I was grateful for the change in subject as I sat next to him and ran my fingers over my son's soft hair. He was falling asleep to Niall's steady heartbeat.

"He made breakfast this morning. Wanted to know what he could do to make me hate him less." I said like it was no big deal falling back so I was also laying down while looking up at the high ceilings of my room.

His head fell to the side so he was looking at the side of my face with an amused smirk playing on his lips. "And?"

I chuckled knowing Niall wanted to know what I had said. "I told him he would need to do something big. He seemed to except that." I furrowed my eyebrows before turning my head to look at him as well. "What do you think that curly headed fool will do?"

"Who knows? Harry's unpredictable. Hopefully something good though."

I shook my head before looking back up at the ceiling. "I doubt it."

There was no way Harry would come up with anything good enough for me to forgive him easily. I was still very much hurt by him and his words, even if I was changing up my approach to him.

Again my mind drifted to the alone time we were on the verge of sharing in the near future.

This was going to be interesting. Very, very interesting.

I hope I don't kill him.

Notes

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