birthday wishes
Description - it’s your daughters birthday party and harry isn’t there
A/N - idk if any of you know but i’m sleepwalkingstyles on wattpad too and this imagine was my most well received so i couldn’t not post it here!! hopefully you all enjoy too x
warnings - self deprecation, swearing
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The morning sun crept through your window, its rays warming up your cold skin. You would normally be temperate and comfortable, but without your loving husband, Harry, sleeping next to you, you were left to feel a cold and empty bed instead.
Harry was in Japan currently. He said he needed some time to escape and write music, for his new album, just like he had done when he went to Jamaica. You had been reluctant to the idea at first, because you knew how much you, your 3 year old daughter and 1 year old son, would miss him, but he assured you that he'd call, text, face-time and even snapchat you both all the time. And he kept his word. Even if he was like a granddad when it came to using snapchat!
You knew he needed the time to himself, because that's when he writes his best music, and you didn't want to be the one to take that away from him.
But it has been really hard.
You definitely couldn't have coped if you didn't have Anne, Gemma or your parents around to help.
You knew that Harry wasn't escaping to get away from family responsibilities, because he would do anything, and you mean anything, to help you out when he was here. His management had been pushing him for new music for a while, but he explained he wasn't ready. However, when management started to become more strict with him, you told him he must go - just for a little bit.
He made sure that Theodore, you newest baby, was at least 1 year old before he went to Japan. He was only going for 5 weeks. It was always lovely face-timing him, although each time it made it much harder to say goodbye to him.
As you turned over to look at the alarm clock you heard the light pitter-patter of feet, on the hardwood floors, indicating that Ella, your daughter, was about to intrude into your bedroom. It had been like this most mornings recently, the feelings of missing her dad growing stronger.
The door was slowly pushed open and you felt movement on your bed sheets. It wasn't long before Ella's small hands were softly pushing your body, thinking that she was waking you up herself.
"Mummy wake up!" Ella whined.
You turned your body to face her. Her hair was crazily orientated over her head, which was the sign of a good nights sleep. Her large, green orbs were so bright and happy you were sure they could make even the saddest person smile.
"Morning, baby." You poked her in the stomach, earning a little giggle from her.
"No mummy." She swatted your hand away. "Mummy?" She crawled over the bed sheets to crawl on top of you. You shuffled back against the headboard so you could get comfortable, whilst also paying attention to Ella.
"What, my love?" You patted her hair down in places, trying to calm the chaos.
"Do you know whose birthday it is today?" She asked in a sing-song voice.
"Let me think." You played along with her, scratching your head for effect, obviously knowing it was her birthday. "Is it a gorgeous, little girl, called Ellas', birthday today?" You rhetorically asked. Ella was smart for her age and so she'd caught on to the fact you were messing with her.
"That's me! Mummy, that's me!" She jumped onto her feet and started bouncing on the king sized bed. You never understood why you'd bought a king sized bed, when you and Harry could quite easily sleep in a single bed you sleep that close. "It's my birthday!"
"Of course it is, angel!" You grab her under her armpits, pulling her in to kiss her all over her face. "Happy birthday, my gorgeous girl." You continued to kiss her until you believed she'd got the message that you loved her very much.
"Now can I open my presents?!" She asked excitedly, not understanding how she had this much energy at 7:30 in the morning.
"How'd you know you've got presents, baby?" You asked. Of course you'd bought her presents, but you didn't want her to grow up a brat and have the mindset that she'd get treated every year; even though she would! Especially if Harry had anything to do with it.
"Daddy said, last night on the phone, that you'd got me lots of presents, but that his present was the best." She furrowed her eyebrows as she remembered last nights phone call to Harry.
Harry's present was the best?
You knew Harry had bought her a few gifts, sent through the post, but you and him had collectively bought her main present. How would Harrys gift beat a personalised, painted, wooden-toy princess castle?
"Oh okay then, baby. Let me go and care to Theo and then we'll join you in the lounge." You squeezed her little, dimple filled, cheek and helped her off the bed, as you got off yourself, allowing her to scramble away to discover her presents.
You went to the toilet and did your morning routine before going to wake up Theo. He had been a really good sleeper for the first week, but after that he'd been really restless, meaning endless all-nighters for you. You think it has something to do with the absence of his father.
The duck-egg painted room was met with the muffled whimpers of an awakening 1 year old. Theo could sit up by himself now and had mastered the ability to crawl. You opened his blackout curtains and let the morning sun awaken your son.
"Morning mister." You coo as you reach in to the cot to pick up your son. He had little tears running down his cheeks already, and he'd only just woken up. You'd managed to get him back to sleep at 2 am, after him waking up at 1 am. "Oi what's wrong with you, hey?" You rhetorically ask him, obviously not expecting an answer. "You missing your daddy?" You ask and Theo lets out a little hiccup from crying and wipes his tired eyes with his small fists. "I miss him." You keep talking to him, hoping it would distract him, kissing his forehead a couple of times.
You walk to the lounge, with Theo on hip, and admire Ella patiently waiting for you. She was surrounded by a mass of presents.
"I waited for you mummy." Ella told you, looking proud of herself.
"Good girl." You praised her, as you came down to sit on the floor with your back against the sofa. You placed Theo on the floor, in front of you, between your open legs so you had your hands free to help Ella if she needed it.
"Do you think Theo wants to help me, mummy?" She sweetly asks as she grabs her first present.
"That's a lovely thought, baby, but I don't think he knows how to open them just yet." You stroke your hand through her soft, chocolate curls. Ella surely got her heart of gold from her father.
"And the presents are quite heavy." She exaggerated as she picked up the first present. She definitely got her drama queen side from her dad too.
"Well just be careful then, angel." You cautiously told her, not wanting her to hurt herself. Theo was sat upright, intensely watching his sister. His tiny onesie engulfed his fragile body, just making him look so adorable.
Ella unwrapped her first present with ease. "Mummy look!" She held out what looked like a jungle themed jigsaw puzzle. You knew that was off your parents.
"Wow, baby!" You humoured her. It was the best feeling getting to see your children happy. "What's this animal?" You quizzed her.
"A lion?" She timidly asked, obviously not wanting to get it wrong.
"Good job, Els." You kissed the top of her head in praise. "We'll have to keep a record of what everyone's bought you so that you can send them 'thank you' cards. Okay?"
"Okay." She agreed, but you knew she was too engrossed in her presents to actually have listened and understood what you just told her.
••••
The past 2 hours had been spent opening presents, slowly... But it showed just how grateful Ella was for every gift. She'd gone crazy when she opened her princess castle. She ran around the lounge for a minute straight, screaming how much she loved it. How could Harry's present top that?
You'd made breakfast pancakes, with bacon and syrup, as per Ellas request. Theo was very stubborn at breakfast, refusing to eat or drink anything, which ended up with you nearly having a breakdown. You didn't, because you knew it would be selfish to do so in front of the kids.
Ella was now getting herself dressed and you had just put Theo down for a nap, due to him being so restless. His sleeping pattern was so messed up, but really you needed Harry back in order to help fix it.
Harry was due home next week and you were so ready for him to be back. You couldn't miss him anymore if you tried. He said he would call at some point today, to speak to Ella. You were upset, for him, that he would be missing Ellas 4th birthday, but you knew he would make up for it when he returned. He had already booked for him and Ella to go their favourite ice-cream restaurant. Yes, restaurant. They always ended up getting the 3 course ice-cream meal - resulting in them rolling home with their full bellies.
You were expecting guests over from around 12pm. You'd invited over close relatives of yours, and Harrys' of course, friendly neighbours and some of Ellas friends from play group. You couldn't believe Ella was starting school this year! She was growing up too fast for your liking.
You blow-dried your hair, and made your way in to the walk-in-wardrobe. Each time you stepped in you laughed to yourself about the door at the back of the closet and how it, did indeed, lead to a vault for Harrys suits.
You picked out a pastel green and white dress. It was a piece from your best-friends new, spring, fashion collection, and you loved promoting and helping her fashion line. It was, abnormally, good weather today and so you decided to bring the spring look out. You added some white heels to make your outfit look more sophisticated and finished off by adding light amounts of natural-looking makeup.
After getting yourself ready you proceeded down the hallway, to Ellas room, to check on her. As you approached the room, you could hear her talking to herself. "No Barbie, you like Ken remember?"
You moved around the corner to see her sitting on the plush carpet, playing with her Barbie dolls. She had put on a green dress, with funky patterns on, that made her look like a princess. You were surprised she'd chosen that dress and not her Cinderella costume!
Her room was currently a tip. You'd moved all her presents in to her room, until you could find storage for them, so that guests could actually move around your lounge without stepping on a plastic toy.
"Ella, sweetheart, are you ready? People will be here soon." You stepped in to her room.
"Mummy!!" She ran over to you and hugged on to your legs tightly.
"Hello angel!" You giggled at her small, but loving, action. You crouched down, so you could be at height with her head and kissed her forehead.
"Can you do my hair mummy?" Ella asked politely, stepping away from your legs.
"Of course, my love." You guided her to the children's table and chairs set, that was in the corner of her room, where she liked to host tea parties, and sat her down on one of the chairs. You pulled out a bobble and a hairbrush from a nearby drawer, and began to comb her hair. There were a few nots along the way, but her hair was back to its lush, bouncing curls in no time. You tied up the majority of her hair on to a ponytail, some pieces falling out due to how short the locks were.
Once you were done you phone begins to vibrate in the back pocket of your trousers. You pull it out expecting it to be Harry, but instead it's your mum.
"Hey mum?" You tried to sound excited to hear from her, but you secretly was hoping to hear Harrys voice.
"Hiya, pet. Just calling to say we're five minutes away from yours." She spoke rather loudly down the phone, as all older people do.
"Do you want me to put the kettle on?" You asked.
"Yes please, pet. See you in a few." And with that she ended the call.
"Was that daddy?" Ella asked with her big doe eyes.
"No, i'm sorry angel." You brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, so it wouldn't bother her. Harry was Ellas hero, and all she really wanted for her birthday was his phone call.
You made your way to the kitchen, with Ella following closely, and let the water run in to the kettle before letting it boil. You made note of the time, 11 am, and made a mental list of things you needed to prepare for having guests over. All the food was pre-prepared, last night, with the help of your sweet daughter, and the majority would only need to be shoved in the oven. The rest was just snack bits and platters of fruit and veg.
"Mummy?" Ella called out.
"Yes, darling?" You responded whilst pulling out three mugs from the cupboards, filling them all with tea bags. PG Tips, of course, not that gross Earl Grey stuff.
"I miss daddy." She sadly admits. You turn to see her eyes were glossing over and her lips starting to wobble, preparing herself for the tears that would shortly follow. You instantly crouch down in front of her, and cup her cheeks with your loving hands.
"Aw, baby, it's okay. I miss him too. He'll be back before you know it, though, alright?" Ella offered you a cautious nod instead of words. "He wouldn't want you to cry, though, okay? So we're going to have a happy day."
"A happy day." Ella repeats to herself, putting on a grinning smile.
"That's right, baby." You awarded her with a kiss on her forehead before heading back to the finishing kettle. "Nana and Grandad will be here soon!" You cheer, trying to make her think of anything but her father.
"Yaaay!" She screams excitedly, making you laugh.
As if on queue, there's a knock on the door, as well as a chime from the doorbell. You follow an ecstatic Ella through the house and unlatch the chain, to open the door.
"Nana! Grandad!" Ella runs and jumps in to your dads arms.
"Happy birthday, petal." Both her grandparents chorus. You give your parents a hug and a kiss upon entry and direct them in to the kitchen.
Ella takes her Grandad off upstairs, probably to show off all her new toys.
"How are you, pet?" Your mum asks as she places her handbag on the kitchen island. You begin transferring the hot water from the kettle and into the mugs.
"I'm alright. Tired, but alright." You truthfully told her, because you knew that being stubborn wouldn't get you anywhere with her.
"And the children? Where's my baby grandson?" She asked whilst pouring the milk in to the mugs, you adding the sugar where necessary.
"Ella misses her dad, obviously. Theo has been a handful recently. He's not sleeping well, luckily he is now, and he refused to eat, or drink, this morning and I just feel really helpless. You know?" You stressfully run your hands over your face. "They just need their dad. Hell, I need him." You admit.
Your mum moods in acknowledgment before talking. "It'll be alright Y/N. You're a strong woman, mother and wife. Harry will be here before you know it." She tells you, the tone in her voice sounding beyond convincing.
"I know, I know." You remind yourself that you only have to keep going, without Harry, for another week. "Right. Okay." You talk to yourself, before you could start crying due to stress. "I'm going to bang everything in the oven and hopefully it'll all be ready by the time people arrive." You couldn't tell whether you were telling your mum, or yourself, that.
"Anything I can do to help, pet?" She takes a sip of her tea, finding it too hot so leaving it to cool on the side. You'd downed your tea, not really having the time to lazily sit around today.
"There's some tables already set up outside." You pull out some colourful, checkered table cloths from a cupboard and hand them to her. "If you'd kindly dress the tables with these, and then the platters in the fridge can be arranged on them then." She nods in understanding before walking off to do her job.
••••
You managed to have everything in the oven, and back out of the oven, within an hour, which was perfect timing for your guests.
Anne, Gemma and Michal had arrived shortly after your parents and they all sat in the sunny garden, whilst you continued to cook. Neighbours and extended family continued to drift in throughout the afternoon. Ella's friends had arrived bang on 12pm, as you expected, and they were all having bundles of fun out in the garden. You had hired a bouncy castle and so that was occupying the kids for the moment, knowing it would cleverly tire them out for bedtime.
It was now 2pm and the party was in full swing. You were currently warming up some extra sausage rolls in the oven, seeing as they disappeared at lightning speed once you'd placed them on the table.
"Hiding in the kitchen are we?!" You turned around to see Gemma waltzing in, with a glass of champagne in her hand. You couldn't help but laugh, knowing she was trying to make you feel better.
"Kids ate the sausage rolls like the world is ending tomorrow!" You joked, leaning to rest on the kitchen island.
"How are you doing?" Gemma sincerely asked, knowing how hard it had been over the past couple of weeks. Gemma was the sister you never had, which meant you told her everything. She knew how badly you, and the kids, missed Harry and how it was taking a toll on your mental health.
"I'm getting there. Yourself?" You asked to make polite conversation, but Gemma could tell by the dark circles under your eyes that you putting on a brave face; pretending you were alright.
"Not too bad. Missed my niece and nephew though." She placed her hand over her heart for effect, making you smile.
"Yeah they've missed you too. You're definitely Ellas favourite person."
"Pfft! Not true! You are, for sure." She put down her champagne glass so she could open the bottle and refill her glass.
"Oh, I don't know Gem! You'd be surprised!" You laughed. Gemma was about to reply before the deafening cries of Theo echoed through the house. "Excuse me." You apologised and left for Theos' room.
Upon arrival you noticed how much louder his screams were. You walked in and shut the door softly behind you. Theo was sat up in bed, crying his eyes out all over again. You not having a clue why, since he didn't need changing and he rejected food, drink, sleep and even you.
"Hey mister! What's all this about hey?" You cooed, whilst lifting him out of bed. Once he was in your hold he stuffed his head in to your neck and continued to cry, with his heartbreaking sobs. "What can I do, sunshine? Hey? What can I do?" You kept asking him, as if he was going to give you an answer.
You aimlessly walked around the room, bouncing Theo up and down in your arms to comfort him. Nothing working. His continued cries made you feel so weak, because you couldn't do anything to help him.
"C'mon Theo. Help mummy out here. Please." You whisper your last word, hoping, by some miracle, he would stop crying. But he didn't.
The door slowly opens and you see Gemma enter. You sigh to yourself, not liking other people to see how bad a parent you were being.
"I, uh, sorted out the sausage rolls for you." She told you, earning a thanks from you. "Do you want me to try?" Gemma asked carefully, not wanting to step over any boundary you may have drawn.
What was the harm in her trying?
"Okay." You softly say, handing over your sobbing son to his Aunty. He chokes on his tears a bit, making him cough, but Gemma helps him out by gently, but firmly, patting his back. Within a minute, Gemma had gotten him to calm down and he was quite content with spending time latching on to her.
Even though you were beyond relived that Theo had calmed down, you felt pretty shitty. You couldn't even stop your son from crying. In that moment you felt like a worthless mum and you quickly excused yourself, from Gemma, before you ended up breaking down in front of her.
You zipped to your bedroom and shut the door. You made your way over to the edge of the bed and sat down on it. You hunched over, planting your elbows on your knees, and face in your hands, before you starting crying yourself. You tried to be as strong as possible for your children, but it has all gotten a bit too much recently. You were also jealous from how Gem had managed to quiet your son, yet you couldn't. You tried to make sure your crying could only be heard by you, not wanting to concern other people. You breathed heavy, attempting to control your falling tears.
Your bedroom door opened, expecting to see Gemma with Theo, but instead seeing your gorgeous Ella.
"Mummy? You okay?" She softly asked, clearly worried about her mother.
"Yeah, baby, i'm fine." You assured her, hating yourself more for letting your daughter see you in such a vulnerable state.
"Why are you crying mummy?" She padded over to you and stopped in front of you, to take your larger hands in her tiny ones.
"It doesn't matter, sweetheart. Mummy's fine." You kissed the top of her head to comfort her, knowing you probably looked like a mess with your bulging red eyes. "Did you need something, angel?" You queried, wondering why she'd come looking for you in the first place.
"Oh yeah! I nearly forgotten!" You smiled at how her sentence was grammatically incorrect, but not having the heart to tell her in that moment. "Grandma says there's a surprise for me downstairs, but she wants you there too. I also want you there mummy." She rocked back on her feet sweetly.
"Of course i'll be there, baby." You smile at her, letting out a large sniffle to stop your nose from running.
"Yay! I love you mummy!" She told you. You'd heard it a thousand times already, but each time she said it, it made your heart melt.
"I love you, birthday girl." You pinched her cheeks lightly and she let out a world-saving giggle. Ella clamped on to you hand, weaving you both through the halls, and the stairs, until you ended up outside with everyone else.
"There's the birthday girl!" Michal shouted causing Ella to cling on to your leg, and hide away, out of shyness. Utterly adorable.
There was a mix of people standing up and sitting down, and you decided to sit down. Mainly because you were so exhausted. Knowing you had a restless night with Theo ahead of you, made you feel even more exhausted. You loved the boy, so fucking much, but you wished he could just sleep like a sloth, instead of a nocturnal creature.
"Right. Can everyone hear me who wants to hear me?" Anne shouted up, causing the chatter to die down. Ella came and clambered in to your lap, casually laying against your front. Gemma was standing near Anne, Theo still attached to her, and she mouthed to you whether you were okay to which you nodded, not wanting to make her feel bad.
"Before we sing happy birthday to the birthday girl, and then get to eat some lovely cake, we have a surprise for our lovely Ella." Anne continued, making Ella all giddy in your lap causing people to chuckle.
"Baby, sit still." You whispered to Ella, because she kept unintentionally fidgeting.
"The surprise took a while to plan." Anne rolled her eyes dramatically. She was such an entertainer, much like her son.
"Grandma what is it?!" Ella shouted impatiently, whilst kicking her legs excitedly.
"What do you want it to be?" Anne asked.
"Hmmm..." She thought to herself. "My daddy to phone call me." She decided, making your heart break at her words. You were pissed off that Harry hadn't called yet. It's not like he had that busy of a schedule.
"Okay. Let's do that first then. Shall we call him?" Anne asked Ella, everyone watching and listening intensely.
"YEAH!" She squealed in your lap, launching out from your hold and over to where Anne was dialling numbers into her phone. It was quiet enough so you could hear the ringing. You bit your lip and prayed to God that Harry would answer his goddamn phone. But after the line went dead, you knew your prayers hadn't been answered.
Your heart broke even more, if that was possible, whilst watching Ella frown in confusion as to why her dad hadn't picked up.
"Why didn't daddy pick up?" She quietly asks to herself, but loud enough for people to hear. Everyone looking upset for her.
"Maybe because he wanted to say happy birthday to you in person, instead?" You heard what sounded like Harrys' raspy voice reply, thinking your mind was playing cruel tricks on you. Until you saw him weave his way through the crowd of people he'd been hiding behind.
You took one look at him and that was enough to set you off crying again, in disbelief that he was actually here.
"DADDY!" Ella screamed so loudly, you could've sworn a glass cup broke. She sprinted over to him where he was already crouched down awaiting her embrace. That was all you saw before you buried your head in your hands, crying to yourself again.
You knew he was really here, you'd just seen him, but part of you kept asking yourself 'is this a dream?'.
It'd been twenty odd seconds and people were laughing and awing loudly around you, probably because Harry was being the best father to Ella and Theo, whilst you couldn't move you were so in shock. Beautiful shock though. Completely relieved he was back, and safe. You heard the sounds of knees cracking, indicating someone had crouched down in front of you. Large, warm hands pulled yours away from your face, to uncover the tear-stained mess.
"Well hello to you to, baby!" Harry chuckled, causing you to do so too. Looking in to his mesmerising green orbs, you felt at home again. Tears flowed freely down your face as you laughed at him.
"Jesus H! You know how to give a woman a heart attack!" You choked out between sobs, but made him laugh nevertheless.
"Just you, love." He teased, making you roll your eyes at him. "Really? I fly back to surprise you and all I get is a roll of the eyes!" He continued to tease you.
"Fuck off! You nearly killed me with shock Harold!" You say dramatically.
"Can I get my welcome home gift now?" He smirks, knowing full well he would.
You harshly grab the back of his neck and pull him towards you, as if you were in a real hurry to make his lips meet yours. Which you were. He reacted as quick as you did and engulfed your cheeks with his large hands, showing he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. The second your lips touched lips, the firework display ignited within you. A feeling you had so deathly missed. You were never one to display so much affection in public, especially in front of your parents, but in that moment nothing else mattered except for you and Harry. The kiss merely lasted a few seconds, but that was enough for each other to realise how much you missed and needed each other. Your tears continued to fall throughout the interaction; Harry's finger caressing your cheek, continuously, to wipe them away. He absolutely hated it when you were upset.
Neither one of you wanted to pull away, but there were still many people watching you both, and Harry knew that if you continued you'd start to feel uncomfortable. So he took what he could of you, in that moment, knowing you'd both continue this later tonight.
"Shit, i've missed you." Harry gasped for air due to you leaving him speechless, as always.
"Same here." You chewed the inside of your lip to refrain yourself from attacking Harrys' lips again, not wanting to cause too much of a scene. Harry kissed your forehead and then rested his against yours, you closing your eyes in comfort. Your world feeling at peace again.
"Mummy! Look! Daddy's back!" Ella ran over to you and told you the news as if you didn't already know. You pulled away from Harry, licking you salty lips, to look at your joyful, now, 4 year old.
"I know, angel!" You laughed as she bear tackled Harry in a hug. "Isn't it great!?" You asked her.
"Yeah! But why are you crying again mummy?" She asked sincerely.
"Agai—" Harry was about to ask with furrowed eyebrows, but you beat him to it.
"Happy tears, Els. I'm just happy." You assured her, for the second time today. She turned back to Harry, happy that you were too, but Harrys face was more of a 'we're-talking-about-this-later' kind of face, clearly concerned.
"Was that a good surprise Ella!" Anne reached you, smiling so widely at the happy family.
"Yes! The best present ever." It clicked as to what Harry meant now. Yeah he definitely won the presents game.
"Where's my other little rascal?" Harry questioned over Theo. You pointed over to his sister and you looked down at your oh-so-interesting hands to distract you from the negative emotions from previously.
Ella ran back in to the bouncy castle, with her friends, after asking Harry to join her. He told her he'd be there when he's seen to everyone else, because he knew after he started to dedicate his time to his daughter there was no way anyone was pulling him away from her. Harry waltzed over to Gemma and Theo, retrieving him from her arms. You noticed Theos' face light up at the sight of his dad, body wiggling like crazy trying to be as close to him as possible.
You got up yourself, giving Anne an enormous hug and thank you for setting up such a wonderful surprise. You'd forever be in her debt now. You headed in to the kitchen and took out some fresh bottles of champagne, from the fridge, replacing the empty ones.
As much as having Harry back had repaired your longing, broken, heart for him, you were still frustrated and upset at yourself for not having been able to take care of your children properly. Ella had been no problem, apart from the occasional tantrum over missing her dad, but Theo had been tough work. You knew having Harry back would calm things down now, but you were angry at yourself for not being able to do it yourself.
You started to wash and scrub the dishes as a distraction. It was your daughters birthday for God sake. Why were you being so selfish?
Your dad walked in a few moments later. "Heya, pet! I'll do the dishes, love." He told you, instead of offering.
"Oh it's alright dad! I got it." You start scrubbing the plate harder out of built up frustration. Your dad calmly, but firmly, places his hand over yours preventing you from scrubbing any more.
"Y/N." Your dad starts. You turn to face him, wondering what he was doing since he never called you by your name. It was always pet names instead. "Stop. Harry wants to speak to you anyways." He pulls your hands out of the water and starts scrubbing the dish you were once doing. "He's in your bedroom I believe."
You nod and silently make your way to the bedroom. God if Harry's about to tell you that he found someone else in Japan, and was leaving you, you might actually over feed yourself with ice-cream until you die. That would be a happy death, right? You open the door and see he's sat on the edge of the bed, twiddling his thumbs together, something he always did when he was anxious. The close the door, locking it in the process, the sound making Harrys head shoot up. It was only then that you realised he was crying. His eyes, puffy read from all the shedded tears.
"Baby what's wrong!" You dash over to him and tackle him to lay down on the bed. You straddling him, laying over the top of him to hug him tightly. His feet still dangling over the edge of the bed made you wonder how comfortable he was.
"I-I'm sorry Y/N/N." His words taking you aback.
"Sorry for what? You have nothing to apologise for H." You meant it. The man had done nothing, that you currently knew of, that was wrong.
"I shouldn't have left you." He muttered to himself, before turning to directly face you. You sat upright, because he did. "Why didn't you tell me you were struggling, baby?" He sadly asks whilst cupping your cheek, to which you lean in to. There was no point in playing dumb.
"That wouldn't have been fair on you." You looked down to escape his intense gaze.
"So you made life harder for yourself?" He rhetorically asked, but you answered anyway.
"It's only been like this for two weeks, H." You stated, not thinking it was a massive deal to get in to an argument about.
"Two weeks too long, baby." He added, making you sigh in defeat. "Gem told me how you've been beating yourself down over being worthless and unfit to be a mum, and I need you to understand baby, this is important, I need you to understand that you are the best fucking mum in the world to our kids. You would do anything for them, I know you would, because I would too."
"But—"
"I haven't finished." He cuts you off and boops your nose to tell you off. "It's meant to be hard, baby, and it's not meant to be a straight-forward road, but you're making it harder for yourself by not allowing my inside that pretty head. Okay? You need to let me in, and help you out. We have different purposes as parents. You are far much better at getting the kids organised for events or distracting them with creative activities than I am, and it just so happens that i'm better at sending the kids off to sleep than you are. Over time those roles may change, or we may even perfect them all and be equals in every area. None of that means you are a shitty mum. So don't think that, ever. Alright? Promise me."
"Okay."
"No, baby. I need you to promise me." He lifted up your chin and pressed a curt kiss to your lips before allowing you to respond.
"I promise you, Haz." You kiss his lips more passionately and allow yourself to linger on them for a a prolonged few moments.
"Don't try and distract me, baby." He pulls away, making you pout in annoyance. "I need to know that you're okay first."
"I'm okay." You hang your arms over his shoulders and massage the curls at the back of his head.
"I know Theo has been a handful recently, and i'll tell him off when he's old enough to understand-" You abruptly laugh. "-but i'm here now and i'm not leaving, like that, again. I hated it. Next time you're all coming with."
You were excited to hear every minute detail about his trip, knowing how he secretly will have loved it.
"Hope you wrote some good music whilst you were away!" You laughed, hoping the late nights and early mornings weren't all for nothing.
"Of course." He came to your lips for a quick peck. "I wrote a song caller Sunflower, Vol. 6 because I re-wrote it 6 fucking times before I liked it."
"Why?"
"Because it was going to be my 'honey-im-home' gift, for you, and i wanted it to be perfect. Like you." You laughed at his cheesiness, but not wanting him any other way.
"Can I listen to it?" You bite your lip in anticipation.
"After you've given me your welcome home gift, baby." He winks coming to kiss you neck a few times, after moving your hair out of his way.
"Harry it's your daughters birthday! Go and spend time with her and treat her like the princess she is." She try and push him away from your neck, but heavily fail.
"After i've treated you, my queen." He said, all smug, and flipped you around, pushing you in to the bed and proving to you how worthy you just were.
