Harry sits on the ground, fanning himself as he drank his water, his eyes on the girl sitting across from him. Y/N held the child in her arms, he was no more than five months old. He could see the tears in her eyes as she held on to him, shielding him from the sun. She was singing to him, it was soft, and her voice was a disaster, but it seemed to work, and Harry liked it.
Another kid sat next to Y/N, his forehead rested on her lap as he listened to her sing. Harry had noticed how the little boy had taken a liking to her, following her around, eating with her, hanging around near her, and he thought it was cute. He wished he could be attached at the hip to Y/N without freaking her out.
“How long have you been working here?” Harry asked once the infant fell asleep.
Y/N looks away from him, “not long, when I was in high school every year I would fly out here and volunteer and when I finished medical school I knew what I wanted. I didn’t want to work in a hospital, at least not now, I wanted to come back here and help take care of them, build more homes,” she smiled at him, “did you actually want to come here or did your managers make you?”
His managers had made him, but Harry didn’t put up the fight because he didn’t want to work, it’s just the work upset him. Seeing the sick kids, the heat in Africa was insane, and the suffering he had to witness made him upset. The worst part was the kids would get attached and he knew he would have to leave soon, leave them, leave her.
“I’ve been here before,” Harry says, sipping his water, “it just upsets me.”
“I love them,” Y/N whispered, placing a kiss on the infant’s forehead and gently rubbing the back of the other child, her eyes watering, “my plan was to be here for two years, but I don’t think I can go, I don’t think I can do that to them.”
The weeks Harry had spent here he had spent them alongside Y/N, and they had gotten close. Kisses where shared, cuddles, they shared their bed at night. Harry liked Y/N, in the three years she had been here she had forgotten about One Direction, about Harry, and he was so happy to meet someone who didn’t judge him, who didn’t know him. Y/N loved spending her time with Harry, so when he asked her, no when he begged her, to come back with him she said yes, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t up root her life for a boy.
“But don’t you miss everything?” Harry asked.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head, “they need me here Harry, I can’t leave unless I know they’re in good hands, there are hardly any doctors who will come here and live in this condition, accept the pay I get, and love these kids.”
Harry looks at his lap, “I get it,” he says, “I do.”
“I love you too,” she promised, “I do.”
Harry stands, wiping the sweat off his forehead, “I should go pack,” he whispered, ignoring her confession, “my plane leaves in the mornin’.”
And he left, leaving a heartbroken Y/N on the ground.
Harry had never been the same since that day, and people saw it. His family saw it, but he didn’t want to talk about Y/N. He didn’t want people to know about her, because that meant he had to share her, and he wasn’t ready for that.
It had been three years, Harry had now turned 26 and he was tired. He was tired of not being able to find the same thing he felt with Y/N with someone else. He was tired of not being able to think about her, he was mad. He was mad he had left without saying how he really felt, he was mad he never returned, he was mad he had lost her.
“How much did you donate again?” Nick asked as he sipped his drink, looking around the dinner.
“About eight million,” Harry says, scratching the back of his neck, “I put it under her name though.”
“You’re still hung up on that girl?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.
Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass of wine. He wasn’t really in the mood to attend tonight’s benefit, but he had donated so much and they insisted on having him. Harry sighed, looking around the room, and then his heart stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the wine or real life, but he could’ve sworn he saw her, Y/N.
She stands, smiling, as she talks to someone. Her hair isn’t in the usual bun or braids, but instead it’s long, longer than Harry remembered, and in curls. Her hair seemed to flow, stopping just below her chest, her smile bright, her hand gripping a glass with water in it.
“Excuse me,” Harry whispered, making his way over, “Y/N?” Harry asked, hope building inside him.
Y/N turns, her eyes widening, “Harry!” she giggled, hugging him.
Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She doesn’t smell the same, she smells like coconut and vanilla, but it suites her. Harry holds her as tight as possible, remembering the feeling of her, remembering her gentle touch.
“Hi,” she smiled, pulling away, her cheeks pink, “how have you been?”
“Good, what about you? what are you doing here? Are you back for good? Where are you staying? Why-when-what?” Harry rambles, holding on her arms.
Y/N laughs, the same flutter in his stomach appears, “I’m good, I’m good,” Y/N smiled, “I moved out to LA about five months ago? I got a job at the hospital, I’m back for good yeah, I actually-“
“Mommy!” A smaller voice says, running over, the boy stands in a little suit, and Harry recognized him instantly, he was the same infant that would settle in Y/N’s arm every day.
Y/N bends down, picking him up, “what’s up love bug?” she asked, kissing his cheek.
“Ayo t-took my toy,” he frowns.
Soon enough Harry sees the same boy that would follow Y/N around appear, a truck in his hand, “Ayo,” Y/N says, her voice gentle, “please, can you just share with your brother, I promise that we will be out in one hour,” she pleads.
“Can we get ice cream? Please?” Ayo asked, his brown eyes wide and full of hope.
“If you behave,” Y/N compromises.
“Deal,” Ayo smiled.
“Okay Daniel, go sit with your brother at the table, I’ll be there soon,” Y/N smiled, kissing both of their cheeks and watching them run off.
She turns back to Harry, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “sorry about that, but what where we talking about?” she asked.
“You, I mean-and now you have-you’re a mum-and-you’re here,” Harry breathed out.
“I couldn’t leave them. The organization got a great donation and more doctors came, but I couldn’t leave my boys behind, it was a process to adopt and get them here, but it was worth it,” Y/N smiled, looking at the kids in adoration, “but what about you? I had a chance to listen to your music and it’s great Harry, the boys love it to, Sweet Creature is their favorite, knocks them right out at night.”
Harry chuckled, imagining her terrible voice singing to the two boys at night. Harry wasn’t sure if he stopped smiling, but he knew he couldn’t look away from her, “I’m good-I just-wow, I can’t believe you’re here,” Harry whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek, she blushed, but a smile remained on her lips.
“I missed you,” she says.
“Oh baby,” Harry sighed, “I missed you so much, you have no idea. Oh, Y/N, I can’t-I still can’t believe that you’re here.”
“I am,” she giggled, reaching up to grab his hand, “I’m here.”
“Woah,” Y/N says, stepping back as the kids run past her in the living room, she grips the plate tighter, trying to make sure it doesn’t fall.
“Kids be careful,” a voice yelled from the top of the stairs, it wasn’t harsh, but it was loud enough so the two kids could hear.
“Sorry daddy,” Daniel says, jumping on to the couch as he waited for Harry to come down the stairs.
Harry chuckled, grabbing the tray from Y/N and kissing her cheek. She smiled, placing a hand on her hip, “the snacks are done, the chicken is in the oven, and dessert in the fridge,” she says, as Harry sets the tray on the table.
Daniel lean over, grabbing some crackers, “save some room for when Nana comes over,” Harry says, leaning over and picking up Daniel.
“Where’s your brother?” Y/N asked, fixing Daniel’s shirt, Harry sets the four year old down on the ground.
Daniel shrugs, “playing video games,” he answered.
“I’ll get him-“
“No I will! Ayoooooo,” Daniel yelled, running up the stairs.
Harry chuckled, turning to Y/N. She leaned against the stair ways, a smile on her face as she looked back at him. It came as a shock to her, that Harry didn’t mind her having the kids, it came as a bigger shock when they started calling him daddy and Harry didn’t care. But Y/N was more than happy to have him around, and Harry was excited to have her back in his life.
“They have too much energy,” Harry chuckled, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
“I love them so much, a little too much maybe, I cried this morning when I had to drop them off at school,” Y/N stated, her hands fixing the buttons on Harry’s shirt.
Harry laughed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears, “it’s true,” she giggled.
“What about having one of our own?” Harry asked, his eyes hopeful, “a little me and you.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, “a third child?”
“I love them so much Y/N, but I want a little girl, one that we’ve made, and I’ll love her just as much as Daniel and Ayo.”
“We will discuss it later,” Y/N promised, kissing his cheek, “but right now your mother is waiting to be buzzed in.”
Harry watched her walk to the security pad, buzzing Anne in. He wasn’t sure how he got so lucky, but he knew he couldn’t let her go.