Stephanie's POV

I gently stroke Amelia's hair as I lay with her on the sofa. My daughter, my beautiful, angelic daughter. Sometimes I find it hard to accept the reality of life and to know that she is mine. She's beyond perfect in so many ways. Her blonde hair and aqua blue eyes are captivating. Not only do they stand out, they also have brown merged in towards the pupil which of course is fairly rare. Many people who come across her are immediately infatuated with her and captivated by her special features.

I remember at one point her eyes were so dark I was convinced she'd have brown eyes. I hoped for them to be chocolaty and warming as I remember a boy I knew at school who had lovely chocolate coloured eyes. Everytime he'd smile the sparkle would glisten beautifully and I would struggle not to stare at him. His name was Joey Mcgregor and I had a slight crush on him.
He soon found Madina Rose, one of the most popular girls when it came to beauty and personality. She stole Joey's heart and I think they recently got married, they were certainly the type of couple who would win Prom King and Queen if we were in America.

I also debated about Amelia's eye colour when they started to turn lighter. I thought that Amelia would follow Harry. His green eyes are something that I've always been weak for, they're not just a bold green that stands out like Amelia's blue eyes, they were more discreet. From a distance you could mistake them for a blue, it's only when you're close you realise his true colour.


"Shall I carry her through?" Zayn's words startle me as I realise just how much I had fallen into my own thoughts. He glances to Amelia who is still asleep peacefully as ever.

"Thanks." I whisper as I slowly move as I try not to awake her. I carefully help edge Amelia into Zayn's arms and watch him slowly cup her close to his body. I admire the way he shushes her as he heads off to my room.

"He's so good with kids" Chloe smiles as she leans on the door frame and folds her arms. I glance over to her and smile. I knew Zayn was good with kids because he has a younger sister, he's naturally got that older brother protectiveness about him. I know one day, he'll make a great loving father.

"I may head to bed." I smile as I stand up and Chloe looks a little unsure to my words. Standing up straight, she let's her arms fall down to her sides.

"But I was thinking we could watch a film?" She asks with disappointment. I know how hard it is for her and Zayn to spend time together, so I'm sure I Can make myself scarce.

"Sorry, I'm just a little tired." I answer as I lean towards her and hug her goodnight. I repeat myself again as I pass Zayn who is now heading towards Chloe to sit down. All I want is to lay in bed with Amelia and completely relax. The vibration from my phone delays that as I pray for Amelia not to wake. I quietly take my phone and read a message from Harry.




Harry:
Hey, how's everything going? Is Lia okay? X




I read the text a couple of times as I still find it hard when he calls her by her nickname. I've not once said Lia as it doesn't feel right, I've missed too much to just start shortening her name. I start to let my thumb type back,




Me:
Everything is fine, Amelia is asleep x





I suddenly feel my heart races at the thought that he is thinking of me. I don't mean to be vain or big headed, but for someone to text you, it means they must have been thinking about you. All sorts of ideas run through my mind as I imagine him sat alone, wondering how I'm doing with our daughter. It doesn't take long for his text to come through,



Harry:
Oh good. You upto much? X




I smile and try my hardest not to bite my lip, but his words of curiosity get the better of me as I begin to type back.







Me:
Not much, sat in bed. You? X






I could have played on it and made out that I'm doing more with myself but I just can't help but want him to know that I'm doing nothing. His replies..





Harry:
Having a beer whilst watching Eurovision. Don't think we will get anywhere, surprise! X





I completely forgot that the Eurovision song contest is on. I'm not really into it to be honest, but if it's on I'll watch it easily.




Me:
Oh right, is it any good? X





I have no idea why I can't find anymore words to write to him. I sound so uninterested but it's really not the case, playing it cool is not one of my strongest points.




Harry:
It's okay, bit boring sat on my own to be honest. I'm not used to having time like this x




I start typing but instantly regret letting my thumb lose on my phone as I stupidly send my reply.





Me:
Can come round if you're that lonely, not that I'm doing much myself. X





Why?! Why did I have to be such an idiot and ask him to come over. This isn't some guy that I have just met, this is my ex fiancé who I just can't seem to stop lusting after. I don't even know if my thoughts are making sense, I feel like my head is somewhere else to my heart. He replies and I slowly read..





Harry:
I've got an extra beer? X

Notes

Hello everyone :)

Hope you have all been okay, sorry it's taken me a while to update, I've been away.
Hopefully you'll like the chapter I've posted, remember to leave me feedback as I love to hear what you think :)


oh and CONGRATULATIONS to Sweden for winning Eurovision 2015. :)

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