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Harry was standing at his mic, beautifully singing Matilda when he noticed the crowd's screams were a lot louder than normal; popping his eyes open, he scanned the audience, confused.
He made eye contact with a fan, seeing him pointing at the big screen, cranking his neck to see; a big grin landed on his face.
There was his son being filmed, crawling up the stairs.
"It appears we have a guest" He chuckled, hearing the screams.
Harry happily walked over to the side where the steps were, squatting as he opened his arms; encouraging his son. "Come here lovie!" The mic picked up, the crowd cooing at the words. "Come to dada, come here! — Good boy!" Harry cheered, his baby finally reaching the top of the steps. Harry happily picked up his son, kissing his cheek and adjusting his mic.
"Wembley! This is my son, he's learned to crawl" Harry laughed, kissing his son's cheek again. "Where's mummy?" He questioned, walking over to where his wife normally was. "Did mummy abandon you? Where's your mum? Y/N?" Harry spoke into the mic, confused. "I guess we do have a guest, I don't know where your mum went" Harry hummed, bouncing his son a little.
"I guess we're having an intermission" Harry spoke in a baby voice, his son wiggling out of his hold. "They weren't kidding when they said once they learn to move, it's all they want to do!" Harry told the crowd, keeping an eye on his son who was crawling across the stage towards Mitch. "I guess I'm to blame for this one" Harry chuckled, "During sound check I sort of uh.. encouraged this earlier. Ya know? When it was safer… — has anyone located my wife?" Harry questioned again, eyeing towards his manager.
On the big screen showed Harry's 1 year old son messing with Mitche's shoelaces, Mitch wiggling his foot which was frustrating the baby,
Harry covered the mic with his hand, moving it away from him; his back to the crowd as he called for his son, gaining the baby's attention.
Harry and Y/N had decided to keep his name a secret, but the baby quickly turned around at his name, a grin on his face, ignoring whatever Harry had said which ended in Harry walking over and picking him up.
"Terrible twos came early" Harry muttered in the mic, the crowd laughing.
"I guess I'll be sitting down with my little love for this next one! If anyone has located my wife, let me know!" He announced, carefully sitting down on the stage, his son now in his lap, fascinated by the corded mic.
As Harry sang Matilda, he kept looking down at his son, not being able to hold back his smile.
This was home.
Harry was informed once the song was done that Y/N had been located, tsking his wife as she climbed the steps.
"Want to tell the arena where you were off to?" Harry spoke in a fake parental tone which made his wife grin.
"I had to go to the loo! Jeff was babysitting!" She defended, grabbing her baby from her husband.
"So it was Jeff's fault! Typical" He tsked, chuckling, removing the mic and leaning in, whispering in Y/N's ear before covering their faces and then kissing his son, waving bye bye.
