Taylor-Belle Malik leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom and she listened with a smile to the music and singing drifting up from the practice room downstairs. She grinned - her father and her adopted "uncles" were in a band together, and they were actually really good. She padded downstairs and joined in with the singing as it changed to her favourite song, "You're insecure, don't know what for, you turning heads when you walk through the do-o-oor," She sang as she danced among the five men she was closest to in the world. Elvira Malik looked up and smiled warmly as she watched her sixteen-year old daughter dance with Harry Styles and sing. Taylor-Belle had inherited her good looks and singing voice from her father, while from Elvira, she had inherited her tiny stature and bubbly nature. Harry chuckled as he spun Taylor-Belle out, and then back in. He playfully lifted her above his head, like in Dirty Dancing, and laughed. "You ok up there, Tayles?" She giggled as he set her back down again.