Illuminati of Love

Ella's POV


Every Wednesday morning is like this. I swear.

Kids running around screaming.
One of them accidently sitting on the television remote and turning the volume up way to loud, allowing the song from Barney and Friends to play way to loud.
The sounds of whines.
The rushing of my husband Harry, trying to be a father as well as a famous singer.

"Tatum, please don't hit your sister", I say, guiding my one year old daughter from being next to her sister. I scooped her up, walking into the kitchen and sliding my youngest into her high chair. I set a bowl of breakfast in front of her, listening to a loud excited squeal escape her mouth before I turned back around to serve up the others.

"Mwummy", a whine left my toddler's mouth as she snaked one of her tiny arms around my calf and pressed her chin against my leg, looking up at me.
"What's wrong Ariella?", I asked, looking down to my middle child. My two year old toddler.
"Dwaddy no pway", my daughter whined, her eyes glistened but she didn't let the tears fall.
She was still confident that she would get what she wanted.

"He's very busy Ari. You know daddy always has to hurry because he has work", I say, running my fingers through Ariella's curly brown hair.
She let out a whining noise again. She's a bit of a handful, this one.


I lifted her up in her whining state and sat her at her seat at the table. I didn't put her anywhere near Tatum, after what happened moments ago.
Instead I sat her next to her older sister, who was quietly and patiently colouring in her colouring book. I stuffed a few pillows under Ariella, so she could see over the table top, like I usually have to do. I then gave her a bowl of food and watched as she began stuffing it into her mouth quickly, eager to pester her father once more.
What can I say, she's daddy's little girl. More so than the other 2.


"Darcy, time for breakfast", I say gently, watching as my four year old smiled up at me, nodding her head before gently packing away her things and resting them neatly on the kitchen counter.
She sat back in her seat as I placed her breakfast down in front of her and she silently began eating.

She was the easiest baby out of all of them.
Harry and I were glad that she wasn't the type to scream the house down for the entire night. Or cry until she got things she wanted.

We were in for a rude awakening though when Ariella was born. She was a shock to all of us. The complete opposite to her sister.
A mischievous pain. She still to this day is. But she is only two. We don't expect much out of her. She's still a precious baby.



As I was scooping the food into Tatum's mouth, telling her to open and being an idiot, Harry walked in and I heard him chuckle from behind me, "She can feed herself. You know that right?"
"Yes of course. But she keeps playing with it instead of eating. And I'm in a rush this morning", I say, looking over at his beautiful self.
"Dwaddy!", Ariella squealed, sliding from her seat and running into her father's legs.
He laughed, scooping the two year old up and spinning her around.
"When do you have to leave?", I asked, knowing he had a long day in the studio today.
"Fif...teen minutes?", he said, a little unsure until he glanced up at the clocked, propped on the wall.
I sigh, nodding my head.
"Why? What's the matter?", Harry asks, walking towards me after setting Ariella back on the ground and instructing her to finish her food.
"No reason. It's just a handful, taking Darcy to dancing and then to day care with the other two girls", I say.
"Well...I could probably take Ariella today", Harry spoke.
"Really?", I asked. Harry nodded.
"You want to come to work with daddy today Ari?", Harry asked.
Ariella looked up and grinned happily, showing off her dimples which matched Harry's perfectly. "Ywes!"
"Okay well if you finish feeding her. I will get Ari ready", I say, handing the bowl and spoon to Harry.
Before I could walk past him, Harry stood in front of me and slammed his mouth against mine. I let out a shocked noise before kissing him back, making the two oldest girls giggle and make 'ew' noises.
I laughed, swinging Ariella up and hiking her on my hip as I walked out of the kitchen and started climbing the stairs.
"What do you want to wear today Ari?", I asked, after setting her down on the ground in her bedroom and walking into her closet.
"Thwis!", she said confidently, pulling out her fluffy winter coat.
"Baby, it's not cold enough yet, for that", I giggle, putting it back gently.
Don't get me wrong, it was starting to get cold, but not just yet.
I pulled out an outfit and helped her into it, making sure to change her diaper and make her hair look nice.



(Ariella's outfit)




I giggled once she started dancing around in her outfit after I slipped her shoes on.
I packed her small blue back pack and scooped her back up before brushing her teeth and walking back downstairs.
Harry had finished feeding Tatum and was bouncing her on his knee in the lounge room.
"Darcy, can you go get ready for dancing please. I will come up and do you hair in a second", I say gently to my four year old who was back to colouring in.
I set Ariella on the lounge next to her dad and watched as she attempted to crawl into her father's lap, taking over the spot of Tatum, who was making a whining noise.
I took Tatum in my arms as Harry sighed and shook his head, chuckling at his eager two year old daughter.

"You should leave or you are going to be late", I say, giving him Ariella's bag.
He groaned and rustled his face into my neck, "I don't want to go", Harry whined.
"Well you have to", I whine back, bouncing Tatum around.
"I'll take the hatchback", I say against his mouth.
"Uh huh", Harry says. "The Ferrari for me"

I let Harry out and then place Tatum in her play pen while I go upstairs to help Darcy.
She is already in her tutu and leotard when I arrive in the bathroom and she is brushing her teeth.
I quickly go to her bedroom and pack her bag, with clothes to change into after dancing for when she needs to go to day care. After that I return to the bathroom and fix her hair into two braids, identical to my hairstyle today. "We're matching", she giggles, making me laugh.
"Yes we are", I say, grabbing her bag and walking downstairs.


In the kitchen, I stuff her lunch box into her bag along with her water bottle before zipping it up and handing it to Darcy.

Scooping up Tatum, I also grab her bag along with mine and the three of us walk to the door connecting the house to the garage. I swung the door open and automatically unlocked the car.
Darcy went ahead and opened her car door side of the back seat and climbed into her seat. I opened the opposite door and buckled Tatum into her seat as she gurgled away.
I chuckled and pressed my lips to her chubby cheek before closing the door and climbing into the drivers seat in the front.
I made sure Darcy was buckled in and all the doors we closed properly.

Once I was sure they were ready, I opened the garage door and drove out onto the driveway, closing the garage behind me.




The driveway was long and the opening gates at the end became visible.
"Can I press the button mum?", Darcy asked eagerly.
I laughed and allowed her to press the button on a remote that opens the gates

Once it opened, it waited for us to get through before it automotically closed behind us.
There was a few paparazzi just like normal and they took pictures, just like normal.
Tatum wasn't really fazed, she just stared at them in wonder with her big sparking eyes.
But Darcy was shy. She would sink into her chair and bring her knees up, burying her face in her knees.









Once finally arrive at Darcy's ballet studio, where I used to attend when I was a little girl, I pulled into a car park and allowed Darcy to climb out but wait at my side.
I unbuckled Tatum and lifted her onto my hip as I followed Darcy inside.
I changed her shoes and watched as she ran up to her friend, who was also in the class.
Also known as Isabel Tomlinson. Who was also four years old. The girls were very close in age and often shared joint birthday parties.
I walked over to Eleanor who had stood up from her seat to give me a hug.
We were like sisters. I was extremely close to both her and Perrie.
The other girls, not so much, but we still got along great.
Sophia was lovely. But her and Liam have been having a rocky time at the moment. Danielle is back in the picture. And we know this because we are very close to Danielle. Liam and Sophia haven't had children, simply because Sophia can't have any.
I feel extremely sorry for the both of them, but Sophia was always keen for adoption. I know Liam is too, but I don't think it's Sophia he wants to do it with.
Perrie tells me that she heard Sophia also has another man in the picture.
Honestly I think it's best to stay out of it.
"Have you heard the news?", Eleanor asked, looking a little shocked.
"What news?", I asked, nervous that the boys would be going on another tour.
"Louis just texted me, telling me that Liam and Sophia won't be coming to my place for dinner anymore. Because Sophia and Liam broke up", she said, in a small voice.
"What?", I gasp, shocked, adjusting Tatum in my lap as she played with her teddy.
"It happened last night. Liam saw messages on Sophia's phone. She was with another guy"
"Poor Liam", I say, shaking my head, "But I suppose he is talking to Dani again. But that's no anything like what Sophia has done"
"Yeah. But Lou said that he isn't upset, just angry and quiet. I think he was planning to break it off with Sophia anyway. We all saw it coming", Eleanor said.
"Yeah. They never really moved forward in their relationship. Sophia was pressuring him, but Liam felt it wasn't right", I spoke gently, playing with my baby's curly hair as I look out to watch my daughter be precise and gentle, following her teacher's moves.

(Darcy)



I giggled as her bottom was stuck out a little too far.


"How cute are they", I giggled, watching the two girls stare intently at their instructor and follow movements. "Darcy will go home and practise them all night tonight"

"Yeah so would Isabel. But her father distracts her too much. Last night she got made and said 'Go away daddy' before stomping off to her bedroom. The ballet bar that we put in for her birthday is really helping her. She's always using it", Eleanor giggled.
"Yeah so is Darcy. But she gets so upset when she can't get something right. I guess its her OCD and perfectionist side coming out", I sigh.
"Just like you. Everyone noticed that about you. You never did anything messily and would always scold Harry or Niall when he eats like a pig", Eleanor says and I shake my head, hating that my eldest daughter takes after me in the horrible trait department.
"She's definitely my daughter", I sigh. "And this little one. I'm not sure who she takes after most yet, but she looks like Harry. But then again all the girls do. She's cheeky. Like Harry. But not nearly as cheeky as Ariella. Or as mischevous. Seriously, that little girl is into absolutely everything!", I say, shaking my head but with a smile on my face.
"Esther and Thomas are like that too. For three year olds, they really know how to get both Louis and I annoyed. One does something, and the other joins", Eleanor spoke about her 3 year old twins. Esther was a girl and Thomas a boy.
They were very cute.




It was only 9 in the morning.
Dance class had finished and Eleanor and I decided that we would both, drop the girls off at the day care, which they happen to both attend the same one, and then go out for morning tea.


"Bye princess", I bend down, kissing my daughter and watching as she gave me a happy smile.
"Seeya mum", before running off to join her best friend, Isabel.

As Eleanor and I walked back to our cars, we spoke a few words, "I invited Perrie", I say and Eleanor laughs, nodding her head.
"So...do you think it's time I put the twins in day care?", Eleanor asked, "I know how protective I am and I only just put Isabel in. It was a big step for me. But the twins are driving me mad and they need to burn off some energy. They are with Lou today, so they probably will. But still..", she spoke.
"Yeah. You should do whatever you feel is best. Talk to the lady at the front desk today about what she thinks when you come to get Isabel", I say before we get into our separate cars and follow one another to our favourite tiny little cafe.
When we arrive, Perrie was already waiting.
She sat at a table with almost one year old Xander (Z-ander) bouncing on her lap.
He looked exactly like Zayn, tan, hair. Everything. But his eyes came from Perrie. The most beautiful colour. A dark blue. Much darker than Perrie's but she said she is confident they will go lighter, like hers did as she grew out of her child stages.

(Xander)






He was very tiny, for an almost one year old. But he was born a little early anyway.


"Hey!", I smile, giving Perrie a hug and cooing to Xander, who gurgled happily and let a cute smile cross his face.
Him and Tatum began practically baby squealing at each other, which we think is their way of communicating. It had to be. Right?



Over our coffee, we spoke about lots of things.
But my mind slipped to Harry and I wondered what he was doing at that moment.
And how he was handling our two year old.



I just wanted to say a massive thank you to anyone who is reading this. I don't expect this story to go ver far and would be amazed if it did.
Here are the Styles children for you! and a little description :) They will also be put into the characters list soon.



Youngest Styles daughter: Tatum Bethany Styles.
15 months old.
Happy, cute, intelligent.



Middle Styles Daughter: Ariella Jaycee Styles
Two years old.
Most mischevous little girl ever. Just like her father.
Is a massive Daddy's Girl.
Would rather play soccer or play in mud than pretend tea parties.




Eldest Styles Daughter: Darcy Arebella Styles
4 years old.
Quite small for her age.
A perfectionist and has OCD.
Takes after her mother.
Would rather practise ballet or sit in her room quietly rather than playing with other people, unless it's Isabel Tomlinson.
(Minus the pacifier)



SO THERE YOU HAVE IT, THANK YOU!!!

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