Sophia's POV

I awoke to find a dark silhouette moving in my room, lifting things and groping their hands like a ghost.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"It's me. I forgot this." Zayn said, and I saw him twirl his charger.

"You scared me to death!" I exclaimed.

"Well, uh. Have a safe flight! Text us when you get there!" He said before padding down the hall.

I got got up and checked the time.

It was four AM, which meant we needed to leave in 15 minutes to get to the airport. I turned on the light,
squinting as my pupils refocused.

After changing, I quickly curled my hair.

I tidied the room up, leaving it pristine and beat.

Someone knocked on the bookcase.

The cool thing about this room is the bookcase was the door.

Literally.

I pushed the bookcase open.

"You ready?" Harry asked.
His voice was still tinged with morningness.

"Uh-huh." I said, pulling my suitcase along and closing the bookcase.

Harry took my bag as we walked to the car.

A fine fog swirled on the sidewalk, a cool gust of wind puffing every so often.

I climbed in the backseat, so did Harry.

The driver seemed to expertly weave through traffic.

"Exciting. Huh?" I spoke up, prodding him with my elbow.

"Very." He replied.

"Hey. Is Niall um.. Taken?" I asked, biting my lip.

Harry was taken aback.

"Eh. No. He's single." Harry answered.

"Oh. " I whispered.

There was an awkward silence as we pulled up to the terminal.

Harry took out three suitcases from the trunk, and bid the driver farewell.

"Three?!?" I asked.

"For her things." He responded.

Out of all the excitement, I forgot the real reason we were taking the trip. To get the baby back.

We passed through security quickly, since it was a private flight.

Before I knew it, we were taking off.

I smiled at Harry.

"Does she have a name?" I asked.

"No. But I'm giving her one. I just don't know what." Harry admitted.

We thus began the process.
"Ooh Harry.. Emma?"

"Sounds like Gemma."

"Alyssa."

"Ew."

"Ugh. Soph! What about.. Alexia."

"Uh-Uh."

"Marina."

"Zœ"

"Marie."

"Harry! That'll make a great middle name."

"Okay. Um.."

"Tlali."

"Soph I don't speak French."

"It's Nahuatl. Aztec language?"

I sighed.

"Cassey!"

"Egh."

Harry groaned.

"Cal... Calypso?"

His eyes brightened.

"Sophia! That's it! Calypso Marie Styles."

"I love it!" I exclaimed.


"We should.. Get some sleep. Long day."
Harry said as he yawned, then stretched.

He lay on the couch and knocked out.

I sat on the opposite couch, and curled up tight.

Notes

Sophia's Outfit!

Forgot to to put the link. :)

do you guys like the name?

If no, comment and tell me so I might write in about changing the name. Please do so, & quickly.

No comments = I'll assume Calypso Styles is good.