Illuminati of Love

Ella's POV

"Is everything in the car?", I asked my husband as he came into view.
"Yeah", he said before I scooped up my one year old baby as she cuddled into my shirt tiredly. "I feel bad for waking them up so early"
"Me too. But this isn't just another state. We're going to a completely different country", Harry croaked as Ariella wobbled over to him, whining words that nobody could understand.
The two year old lifted her arms up at him and I watched closely as Harry bent down, placing his hands under her arms and hiking her up and resting the little girl on his side.

She looked so tiny against him.




As we were buckling the 3 children into the car, I gave Harry a little giggle, as he became grumpy at the buckle.

Darcy watched her father and began giggling too before he looked up and shook his head.

I decided to do it for him as he climbed into the drivers seat, waiting for me to finish.

I buckled in my own buckle and smiled at Harry as he smirked, leaning across to give me a kiss.






The girls fell asleep in the car, on the way to the airport and as we arrived, it was hard to wake them up and get moving.

Harry was pushing the suitcase carrier thing as I held onto Tatum who was still fast asleep in my arms My free hand was holding onto Ariella's hand who was also holding onto Darcy's hand.



We could see the others waiting at the entrance for us and luckily Liam came to help Harry, even though he was perfectly capable to do it on his own. I think Harry was just too tired to even walk.

"Hiya", Perrie giggled, wrapping her arm around me as she held her wide awake baby in her arms.
"How do your children stay awake so early in the morning and mine can't be still for a second before they fall back asleep?", I shake my head.
"I actually have no idea", Perrie giggled.
"Mwummy", Ariella tugged on my shirt, her voice quiet and croaky.
"Yes Princess?", I say gently, running my free hand through her hair.
"Pwick me wup", she commanded. I heard Perrie chuckle.
"I can't. Your sister is sleeping", I say gently, watching as her eyes flickered to Tatum and she frowned at her little sister.
"No", was all she said before pushing at Tatum's dangling leg. I shook my head at the toddler, watching as she did it once more.
"Ariella please stop", I say.
"No", she said again.
"Go to daddy", I smile, pointing over to Harry who was in a conversation with Niall. He must have finally decided to come.
"No", my stubborn daughter protested.
Louis came over, laughing at us before he took Tatum from my arms.
Ariella smiled before i bent down to lift her up.
This little girl is spoilt.


Sitting on the plane, I had Darcy sitting next to me. I was on the aisle seat in the middle row of the plane. Next to Darcy was Ariella and then Harry, who has an awake Tatum in his lap.





The flight was long, and draining.
Darcy was good, for most of it, because we allowed her to go and sit with her best friend. Ariella was the biggest pain. Because all she wanted to do was climb all over the place and run down the aisles until she tripped over, falling on her face and crying for ages.

Tatum just slept on everybody. No matter who it was, she could fall asleep and stay in the same position for hours.

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