Amethyst || Harry Styles

Forty-two

Forty-two

"Good morning, Harry." A soft, voice wakes me up from my sleep.

I open my eyes, my vision blurry from all the sleep. I blink a couple times, each blink making my vision more clearer until I see a smiling Jasmine looking at me. Her hair is down, amethyst strands messily all over the place making me chuckle.

"Good morning, beautiful." I breathe out, a lazy smile over my face. She continues looking at me, a light smile on her lips. I see her eyes glancing all over my features- my eyes, my nose, my lips, my cheeks, my hair. "Looking for something?" I smirk, teasing her. She playfully rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm looking for any attractiveness."

"Gasp!" I say, my hand on my heart as I fake hurt. "That hurt me right here, Jaz." I point to my heart, a pout on my face. Jasmine bursts out into laughter.

"I joke. You are gorgeous. Beautifulness is all over your face, including your luscious locks." She says, smiling at me with all her teeth showing. I laugh but quickly stop as I try to remain in my role.

"I forgive you, only if you give me a kiss to make up for the pain you have caused." I continue pouting.

"Fine, fine. Come 'ere." She rolls her eyes before leaning towards me and pressing her lips against mine in a quick peck. She pulls away making my jaw drop from her teasing.

"Nuh uh." I say, crawling over Jasmine making my face a few inches away from hers. "I'm not down for your teasing right now." I whisper, biting on my lip as I see Jaz biting on hers.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"This is what I'm going to do about it." I crash my lips to hers, Jasmine not holding back from letting our mouths mould against each other. I feel her arms wrap around the back of my head, bringing me closer to her to deepen the kiss. I move my head more to the left, adding my tongue in the kiss as my thumb strokes her jaw.

"Daddy, Jazzy, what you doing?"

"Shit." I say under my breath, the two of us moving far away from each other and acting as if nothing happened.

"Oh hi, princess. Did you just wake up?" I ask, trying to ignore her question. She nods her head.

"I heard some noise from your room. What were you doing?"

"We were-uh-" I panic, darting my head towards Jasmine for help.

"Your dad was reaching for his phone on the table." Jasmine points to the bedside table on her side of my bed. I bite on my lip, refraining myself from laughing at Jasmine's explanation.

"Oh, okay." She says with a shrug making me sigh with relief. "I have a question though, dada." I pat the spot next to me on the bed, letting Ella come sit besides us. Ella walks over and jumps up on the bed and settles between Jasmine and I.

"What is it?" I ask, smiling at my little girl and giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"Is Jazzy my mommy?"

I start coughing, first from shock and then because I choked on my spit. I cough for a few seconds, trying to make my throat feel better and when I finally manage to calm down from my coughing fit, i sit in silence for a bit figuring out what to say.

"Els, Jazzy is not your mommy-"

"I know, but you are boyfriend and girlfriend, right? You sleep on the same bed."

I look at Jasmine and see her already looking at me, a smile on her lips from how adorable Ella is. I look back at my daughter not being able to hold back my smile too.

"Yes we are." I smile proudly, looking back at Jaz, giving her a wink.

"So does that mean I can get a boyfriend?" This question made me cough again, this time harder than my last coughing fit.

"What? No! You can not get a boyfriend, missy." Jasmine starts cracking into laughter and Ella giggles along while I am sitting there unimpressed. "Do you have a boyfriend, Els? Is that why you are giggling?"

"Nooooo." She continues to giggle, her and Jasmine laughing together.

"Good. You aren't allowed to have a boyfriend, okay, Ella?" She shakes her head and runs off making me gasp. When Ella leaves the room I join in with Jasmine's laughter, the both of us with huge smiles on our faces.

"I love Ella so much." Jasmine says when we finally calm down. I smile at Jasmine, feeling my heart warm up at those words.

"How about me?" I decide to tease along, looking at her with wide eyes. "How much do you love me?" I am joking, but really curious with her reply.

Jasmine looks at me, one eyebrow quirked upwards with one end of her mouth curving up the slightest. "Maybe about this much." She says, holding her index finger and her thumb less than a centimetre apart. "No actually, maybe this much." She makes the distance between them even smaller.

"What?" I pout. "You're so mean." I pretend to wipe a tear from my face.

"Awww, is wittle Hawwy crying?"

"Yes, wittle Hawwy is crying."

"Why are you crying?"

"Because you don't love me." I continue to pout, looking at Jasmine to see her smirking at me.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I love you a lot." I can't help but smile at those words. Even though I know we are joking, hearing her say that simple sentence makes my heart feel whole.

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super duper short, i'm sorry, but i just wanted to put a chapter out there because you have been waiting so long.

i know i suck at updating (with this story and my other story) and i am so sorry, but really, thank you so much for sticking with me because it means a lot. i love you guys so much <3

stay awesome xx

~ May <3