CEO!Calum having to go on a business trip. He told you -his wife- before and you wished he didn’t have to. He was so busy with his business that it seemed like he sometimes forgets he has a family. But of course you let him go, he’s come so far with your help, you couldn’t hold him back. So that morning he checked himself in the mirror one last time, stroking with his hand in which his parents’ initials were inked into his soft skin over his dark blue suit once more. He sighed, grabbing his suitcase before walking down the stairs into the huge lobby which had marble tiles and huge green plants that gave the light-flooded room a welcoming flair. And while he was on his way down his little girl would appear, stopping in front of the stairs with her doll in her hand. She looked incredible with her pink dress and the beautiful braid you made this morning. And when she asked “Daddy you’re leaving?” with tears in her brown eyes Calum kneeled down in front of stroking a strand of her black hair behind her ear. He nodded sadly.
“But…you promised to bring me to school” and Calum sighed.
There were so many people starring at the tall, tanned handsome man who looked so important in his suit and his suitcase. Nobody had seen him before but some said that this was Mr. Calum Hood, the husband of Y/N Hood and CEO of Hood Entreprises. And they couldn’t believe that he wasn’t as cold as they expected but bend down to the little girl who was holding his hand and kissed her forehead sweetly. “Have a nice day, princess” he said loudly, waving after her before disappearing from the peoples’ eyes by entering his private jet
again?” She asked disappointed. Her eyes were sad and her heart aching. This
was the fifth night in a row where he had to cancel their dinner plans.
“I’m so sorry, babe.
You know how important this is to me,” he said and felt how the guilt was
eating him up.
“It’s okay. I-I
understand,” she whispered, her eyes not meeting his, “I’ll just go to bed.
Goodnight, Harry,” she spoke in a voice so soft and so fragile that it made his
heart sink. He had hurt her; he had hurt her badly. All he wanted was to
embrace her, kiss her, make love to her and apologize for being the worst
boyfriend but instead he watched her disappear into their shared bedroom. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N, babe. Can we please
talk for a minuet?” He asked, stepping into their bedroom.
She was sitting on her side of the bed, her back against him. She was wearing
one of his old t-shirts; it hung lose around her small, reaching down to her
mid thighs and her long and soft hair was in a ponytail.
“There’s really not
much to talk about, Harry,” she said, closing her eyes not wanting to cry in
front of him.
“Please, baby. I’m so
fucking sorry.” He stepped closer to the bed, her back still against him;
silence now filled the room.
“Babe, please. Just
talk to me.”
“What do you want me to
say, Harry? You keep cancelling all the time. It’s not me, it’s you.”
“I know, I know. I just
want you to talk to me, Y/N. I miss you,” he sighed, “Just tell me how I can fix this.”
“I shouldn’t be the one
to tell, Harry. But I’m tired. I’m so tired and hurt,” she whispered, “I know
how important this is to you, but I’m important too, okay. You can’t just
forget about me and leave me here, Harry. It doesn’t work like that.” She was
now facing him, tears rolling down her cheeks and it made his heart break. He
leaned over to reach her; he needed her in his arms. He needed to hold her, to
soothe her, to tell her that everything was going to be okay but when he
carefully touched her cheek to wipe away her tears, she flinched away.
“Don’t push me away,
love. Let me hold you. Let me make things up to you,” he pleaded, his voice
“I’m tired, Harry. Can
you please sleep on the couch tonight?” She sniffled.
“Y/N, please. Don’t do
this. We can fix this, okay? I’m so fucking sorry, babe,” he apologized, trying
to reach her again.
“Harry, don’t,” she spoke, her voice sounding small as she held up her hand as a sign for him to
“Please, do as I ask,”
she begged and looked up at him with such sad eyes.
“Okay. I guess I’ll be
in the living room if you need me,” he said in defeat and he grabbed his pillow
and his duvet and tucked it under his arm before leaning over to press a kiss
to her forehead.
Inspiracja: Serial rodzinka. pl
oraz moje osobiste doświadczenia z moją, nie do końca normalną,
Liczba słów: 3
Kategorie: Louis!38, Harry!36,
Alexander!17, Dona!15, Yves!8, family!fic, larry as parents
Opis: - Czyli co? Dopóki żyję to
jest okej, tak?
- Nie to miałem na myśli - zaczyna
tłumaczyć się Harry.
- Wal się, Styles, nie chcesz być
ze mną pochowany, dobrze, proszę cię bardzo, ale nie myśl, że
dostaniesz dzisiaj kolację - warczy, wychodząc z jadalni i
zostawiając otępiałych rodziców oraz swojego małżonka.
Albo jest to AU w którym jest mnóstwo
śmiechu, zabawnych sytuacji rodzinnych oraz dzieci z imionami po
sławnych projektantach. Witajcie w takim razie w świecie rodziny
Od autorki: I oto jest shot z
Larrym jako rodzicami! Naprawdę świetnie mi się to pisało i mam
nadzieję, że Wam się spodoba!
Rodzina Styles to naprawdę taka sama
rodzina jakich wiele w Wielkiej Brytanii. Mają całkiem spory dom,
zważając na trójkę dzieci, kolejno od najstarszego,
siedemnastoletniego Alexandra, poprzez środkową dziewczynę o
imieniu Donatella, ale jako, że nienawidzi tego jak ją jej ojciec
pokarał takim imieniem, każe mówić na siebie Dona i w żadnym
wypadku pełnym imieniem, bo udusi cię w nocy, kończąc na
ośmioletnim Yvesie, który jest oczkiem w głowie tatusia.