This was written long ago so unfortunately I am still indeed in my writing funk. My brain doesn’t seem to want to co-operate. Enjoy the Dad Harold feels.
“I miss it.” The phrase was muffled by your chest were Harry
had decided to rest his head for the night. His words were accompanied by slow
strokes over your stomach, your t-shirt pushed up to bundle around your
breasts. There was still a slight bump adorning the soft area, only being a
month post-partum. Parenthood was…challenging, to say the least. It was no lie
that there was no manual to raising a child, but you were proud of your efforts
so far, considering you were first time parents.
“Miss what, baby?” The movements of your hand fiddling with
the hair at his nape slowed and your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. You were
longing to bring your daughter to join you and Harry on the bed, but seeing as
this was only one of the few moments of peace you and Harry have had together
since her arrival, you decided she was best off in her crib that accompanied
your side of the bed. Harry had complained numerous times, but shut up once you
reminded him she could be on his side once he produced the right functions to
feed her at 3am.
“The bump, an’ havin’ her close. I mean, I love holdin’ ‘eh,
but I feel like she growing too fast. I wish we could just rewind.” Your heart
burst with love and gratitude; you silently laughed at the fact he thought she
was growing too fast. It had only been a month and she was still tiny, her
clothes hanging off her frail body. You were watching her now through the gaps
of the bars on her crib. She stirred every now and then and you held your conversation
until she settled back down.
Now that those words are out there from Zayn’s mouth, Zayn-hating 1D fans can kindly shut the fuck up and 1D-hating Zayn fans can kindly shut the fuck up! Stop projecting YOUR hate and misery onto Zayn or the other four, it’s pointless.
Louis doesn’t know how to feel when his best friend, Liam, finds out about a brother that he never knew, who was placed for adoption before he was born and is bursting into his life at twenty-four years old.
Louis is very wary of the man who might replace him. He has always thought of Liam as his own brother.
What if Liam doesn’t need him anymore? What if there’s no room for Louis? After all, blood runs thicker than water.
Louis doesn’t like Liam’s new brother and he doesn’t even know him. That’s irrelevant, though.
He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t trust him. He doesn’t want him hanging around. He doesn’t want anything to do with him.