glass mat

anonymous asked:

ooh what about harry has basically been locked up all day in his studio or office doing interviews and the missus has been out and about with their newborn to give him space to do everything and when she finally sees him at night she has like champagne and stuff for him to celebrate and she's just so proud of him and how well he's balancing everything going on

“Where’s our little one?”

“I dropped her off at Gem’s for the night. Your mum and Robin are there too, so, they’re all looking after her. You’ve been working hard all week, and today, we’ve, well, I’ve barely seen you,” she’d explain, snaking her arms around his waist and hugging him to her body, “so, I thought we could have a nice dinner and share some champers and then I thought we could have a bath. Like the good old days.”

He’d look over to the dining table and see wine glasses and place mats set up for a delicious dinner for two, candles lit and glowing away in the room, catching in his green eyes as he’d chuckle down at her.

“M’not exactly dressed for a dinner, am I?” He’d hum, looking down at his attire and smiling; a stained t-shirt on his torso, baggy shorts on his legs, and socks on that were slightly pulled up but slightly bunched at his ankles, “I look like a mess.”

“You look like a new dad, juggling fatherhood and work,” she’d grin, “you’re doing great. Chicken is cooking. Potatoes are almost ready to be mashed. We have some time.”

“To do what? I won’t be able to cum in 5 minutes. Even if it is a handjob,” he’d tease, pinching her hip and kissing her head, “a blowie, possibly.”

“No,” she’d snicker and push his chest, “just want to cuddle you right now. I’ve missed you. Haven’t told you how proud I am, either. We’ve got a new baby and you’ve got a new career. I’ve not told you,” she’d hum and against his shoulder, “you’re doing me very proud, Peaches. Tonight, we’re just going to have a night off from everything. I’m having a night off of motherhood, you’re having a night off of fatherhood and work. We’re going to be teenagers again and we’re going to have a bath and eat our traditional chicken dinner. Me and P went shopping, met some lovely fans, took some pictures and we brought all the delicious bits for dinner.”

“No sex?”

“6 weeks isn’t quite up yet,” she’d sigh, “we can still be intimate though. We deserve some o’that.” xx

I don’t know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn’t move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.

Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.

I couldn’t do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.