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happy part six of a face to call home! it wouldn’t be the holidays if heva didn’t make an appearance, would it? this is the only non-winter related bit of ‘brace your elf’ december, but it’s been a while and we all deserve to know what’s going on with harry, eva & co. enjoy!

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“How come Maeve and Eva got to go out shopping for the afternoon while we’re stuck with these terrors?” Harry asked, watching as Niall’s two sons Emmett and Dylan chased around Madeleine and Phoebe. The four of them ran circles throughout the open layout of the living room, their feet padding against the floor in loud, anti-rhythmic patterns, almost like their own personal stampede.

Niall snorted, leaning back against the cushion of the sofa as he began to settle in. “Your wife is creeping closer to her due date while mine is still nursing our nine-month-old, let them have a day out,” Niall replied, his head immediately turning when he heard the sound of a loud thump. Madeleine immediately called out that everything was fine, which was usually a sign that everything was not fine. Seconds later, the group came barreling through the living room again, no tears or ailments in sight.

“Fair enough,” Harry agreed. “How’s Regan?”

“I can’t say that I don’t love her because I do, but I would really love her more if she slept through the night,” Niall admitted. “She’s cute as all hell though. I reckon she got my looks, eh?”

Harry snorted. “She is Maeve through and through, but you tell yourself that Niall.”

“Ah, you’re just mad that Maddie and Pheebs are spitting images of Eva,” Niall replied. “Wonder what the little guy is going to look like.”

“Me too,” Harry admitted. “I cannot believe it’s only a couple of months away now. Seems like just yesterday that Eva told me she was pregnant again.”

“Time flies, especially with you guys,” Niall said. “I mean, Eva’s got everything with her brand and you’re writing a ton now that the girls are in school, right?”

Harry shrugged. “A decent amount,” he replied. “I’m telling you, it’s Maddie and Phoebe that keep everything going. I can’t believe they’re six and three, it’s mental.”

“You’re telling me! Dylan’s four and a half and Emmett is three going on eighty. He’s such a little old man, I love him,” Niall said.

“Sounds like your son then,” Harry joked, jabbing his mate in the side with his elbow. “Want to know what’s really mental?”

“Hm?” Niall hummed, turning to look at Harry.

“Those four kids? That was us, like, a little less than twenty years ago,” Harry pointed out, wincing at his own attempt at aging himself.

Niall cackled, chucking his head back while he laughed at the ceiling. “Mate, shut up,” Niall said, shaking his head. “Can’t believe all the trouble we got ourselves into on those first tours.”

“I can’t believe the five of us didn’t kill each other by accident,” Harry said. “I mean, Louis was a nightmare. He and Zayn together terrified me.”

“Because no one ever knew what they were up to!” Niall added. “I mean, at least we knew you were running around somewhere partially dressed while Liam was working out and I was…what the hell was I doing?”

Harry shrugged. “I was apparently too busy running around somewhere with a majority of my clothes off.”

Niall laughed, smacking Harry’s arm with the back of his hand. “Piss off.”

It was rare that Harry had a chance to see the rest of the lads regularly. Niall lived in Ireland, Liam and Louis both in London, and Harry still in New York City. It wasn’t just the distance because it never was. They each had their own families now, their own lives that took up more time than any of them would’ve expected when they were younger. It was naïve, sure, but it all ended up worth it, even if it meant that visits were less frequent and texting became a main form of communication.

Niall and Maeve spent a week in New York at least once a year, renting a space that wasn’t far from Harry and Eva’s flat so they had enough space to manage their family as well. It was always great to see Niall again, but it also gave Eva an opportunity to hang out with Maeve. She had other friends from the girls’ school and people she knew from work, but it was always important to her to be friends with Maeve, Sophia, and Eleanor. She knew it meant a lot to Harry. The boys were bonded for life, and somehow their significant others latched onto each other to create a similar bond.

“So, any updates on the move to Los Angeles?” Niall asked.

“Not quite,” Harry replied. “If I bring it up, it stresses Eva out and that’s obviously the last thing that I want to do. But…I mean, look at this place. It’s too small.”

“You guys have been here for years,” Niall said. “Since…before Maddie, right?”

Harry nodded. “This was the first place we moved into after we got married,” Harry said. “I love it here, but we’ve outgrown it. And…I don’t know, I feel like this is just a really good time, especially with a new baby. That probably sounds contradictory, but…”

“I understand,” Niall interjected, stopping Harry from going on one of his famous ramblings. “Look, everything will work out with the move. I mean, you both want to move, right?”

“Yes and no,” Harry admitted. “Eva gets nervous about work stuff, even though she’s had an established and successful team out in LA for a few years now and has essentially delegated all of her New York office work to other people since Phoebe was born. Everything for her brand is smooth-sailing. It’s just…”

“She’s not ready to let go of New York yet,” Niall said, finishing Harry’s statement.

“I’m assuming,” Harry replied with a sigh. “And I get it, so I try not to push it. But at some point, we have to have this conversation because as of right now, my son doesn’t have a room of his own in this flat. Or really, anywhere to go in here.”

“You guys are gonna be fine,” Niall assured Harry. “Have you talked to Louis lately?”

“Erm, not in a few weeks I guess,” Harry replied. “I think Eva’s talked to El though. Why?”

“Mate, Marcus went on his first date the other night and Louis was fucking hysterical,” Niall said. “I mean, could you imagine Lou talking to Marcus about this kind of stuff? Lord help Marcus when he starts sneaking out to meet girls.”

Harry snorted, shaking his head at Niall. “God, I can’t believe Marcus is old enough to date,” Harry said. “He’s what, 13 now? And then you have Liam with Isaac who’s about 11. They’re so old.”

“We’re so old,” Niall corrected Harry. “This is what we always wanted though, right? The life after the band?”

“Absolutely,” Harry replied. He smiled at the mere thought of Eva, the way she woke up him up an hour before his alarm to help rub her calves because she had another leg cramp. She stopped being apologetic after Maddie, not that Harry ever minded in the first place. Sure, sleeping in would’ve been nice, but it also gave them an extra hour alone before the girls woke up, a rarity in their busy lives.

Catching up with Niall was always comforting, in a way. Harry had mates outside of the guys from the band, but it always felt more like being around family than anything else. To Maddie and Phoebe, they weren’t just some guys that their dad used to be in a band with. They were Uncle Niall, Uncle Liam, Uncle Lou, just as much a part of the family as their Auntie Gemma and Eva’s brothers and sister-in-laws. He reckoned that Phoebe and Maddie enjoyed seeing Niall and his kids just as much as seeing their cousins from California.

Maeve and Eva were only gone for a few hours, each toting quite a few bags when they walked back into the flat. Immediately, the four kids ran to their mums with their arms outstretched, demanding hugs as if they’d been abandoned by all parental supervision since they had left. Niall and Harry remained seated, waiting for the parade of children led by their wives came through the living room instead.

“Ah, my two favorite girls,” Niall cooed, pushing himself off of the sofa when he saw Maeve carrying Regan close to her chest in her fancy baby wrap. “Did you get me anything good?”

“As if you need anything new,” she scoffed. “I, however, don’t fit into anything anymore after this one no matter what I do, so I caved and got some new bits so I’m not wearing pajamas all day long.”

“She doesn’t mean it,” Niall whispered, kissing Regan on the top of her head, a mop of blonde wispy hair sticking up every which way. “What about you, Ev?”

“Considering I’m the size of a whale at the moment, I just got some bags and beauty bits,” she replied, rolling her eyes at Harry’s quirked brows. They had a brief conversation about downsizing a few weeks prior, one he thought would be a precursor to a serious talk about moving but ended up in a twenty-four hour long silent treatment. It ended in sobs and apologies, but it still put a sour taste in his mouth every time he went to bring up the subject again.

Maddie rushed over to Eva, tugging on the bottom of her jumper with one of her hands. “Mummy, does this mean Dylan and Emmett have to leave now?” she asked, her lips turned downwards into a dramatic frown.

“Of course not,” Eva replied. “I think Uncle Niall and Aunt Maeve are going to stay for a while longer, and they don’t leave until the end of the week sweetie.”

Harry watched his daughter’s eyes light up, immediately turning on her heel so she could barrel towards Dylan full force. She had nearly two years on him and quite a few inches, but he scurried away faster than expected, dodging her tag attempt with ease. Maeve and Niall sat side by side on the sofa across the living room, ogling at Regan while Eva attempted to get comfortable next to Harry.

With his arm draped loosely around her shoulder, he leaned down to press a kiss against her temple. “Did you have a nice time?” he asked, his voice too low to be heard across the room over their giggling kids.

“I miss Maeve so much,” Eva admitted. “I…sometimes I feel alone in New York, even if we have my whole team and the parents from school.”

“I understand,” Harry murmured, gently squeezing her shoulder for support. “I’m glad you had a good day though, you deserve it.”

“Everything went well today with Niall?”

“Of course,” Harry replied. “It’s always nice to catch up in person. Plus, the girls are loving having the boys to play with.”

“You know, Maddie told me she was in love with Alfie the other day,” Eva replied, stifling her laughter with the back of her hand. “I texted Soph immediately, it was hilarious. I think she saw their Christmas card or something when we were going through things and pointed right at Alfie and announced it.”

“Oh boy,” Harry sighed.

“If he looks like Liam did when he gets older though, I mean, I won’t blame her,” Eva said. Harry raised his brows, pushing his upper body away from her for a moment. “Don’t give me that look. Liam was hot. Maeve!”

Maeve immediately looked up, brows quirked while she waited for Eva to say something. “What’s up?”

“Wasn’t Liam super hot when you met him?”

“Just when I met him?” Maeve asked. “I mean, he’s aged just as well, if not better than David Beckham so…”

“Niall, I’m starting to think we were second choices,” Harry sighed.

Niall shrugged. “Whatever,” he said. “It paid off in the long run.”

“You weren’t my second choice, H,” Eva said, resting her head on Harry’s shoulder. “And don’t you even bring up 2016.”

Harry snickered, leaning down to press a kiss against the top of Eva’s head. “Alright love.”

#not a lot of heva in this one but i hope you enjoyed niall and harry time!#1dff #ftch #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fics #holiday 2017

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