The Encounter |H.S|

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I sit down on a chair by the table, Hazel in her high chair as I rub my eyes sleepily, letting out a yawn as Hazel attentively watches me.

It's nearly six in the morning and since Hazel decided to not sleep and bother me, I had to get up. I remember when Louis used to wake me up and not Hazel, who only wakes me up with fake sobs and throws stuff at me.

I glare at her as she grins at me, puckering her lips and making a kissing sound before giggling at her own actions, making me sigh.

After encouraging myself mentally, I stand up so I can start making breakfast for myself and heating a bottle of milk that was conserved in the fridge.

As I was buttering my toast, a knock on the door is heard and I immediately frown, looking over my shoulder at Hazel as she analyzes her hand with a frown.

I finish spreading butter on my toast before taking Hazel in my arms and striding towards the door, holding her close to my hip with one arm and using my free hand to open the door.

"Good morning, Evelyn." Harry raises his eyebrows at me, hands behind his back and eyes staring down at me.

He's dressed in a brown suit, the jacket of the suit open only to reveal his usual white dress shirt and a tie of a lighter shade of brown, some black leather shoes and his hair perfectly pushed back, a small curl fallen on his forehead.

"What are you doing here so early? It's like six in the morning." I look up at him bewildered, stepping to the side so he can walk inside and he gladly does while fixing his jacket softly.

"Thought I'd stay a little bit before we go to work if you don't mind of course." He explains briefly, looking at me as I close the door with my hip before turning to frown at him.

"What if I was asleep? You should really call before appearing." I shake my head in fake disapproval, earning a giggle from Hazel as she touches my nose.

Harry rolls his eyes playfully, following after me as I walk towards the kitchen and hand Hazel over to him. "Sit her in her chair please, I just need to make coffee for myself, do you want some?"

"Sure, let me help." He mumbles, sitting Hazel in her high chair and striding closer to me as I start the coffee machine with a quiet yawn.

I take a bite of my toast before grabbing two mugs and handing them to Harry, who grabs them immediately with a blank stare. Hazel laughs out of joy as I set her warmed up milk in front of her, grabbing my hand for a brief moment before letting go.

I watch as she clumsily grabs the bottle and I decide to help her, smiling once she got control over it and slapped my hand away. Harry sets a mug in front of me on the table before sitting down in the chair next to where I previously was, a mug in his hand.

I choose to sit down as well, glancing over at Hazel as she drinks her milk in pure silence while I take the chance to peek at Harry's mug and grimace playfully. "Still into black coffee?"

"Never stopped, Evelyn," He playfully scowls, glancing at mine before scrunching up his nose, "still into over sweet coffee, I see."

"What's so bad about sweet things?" I ask unbelievingly, taking a sip of my drink as Hazel finishes hers with a hum, "Is that why you're always so bitter?"

"You hurt me." He sets a hand over his chest, faking painfulness while shaking his head and finishing his coffee after stealing a bite of my toast.

"Hey! You could've just asked me to make a toast for you." I inform him, sliding my plate away from him with furrowed eyebrows as he smiles faintly.

"You don't have to do anything, I just wanted to try it." He affirms, glancing over at Hazel as she seems to entertain herself by humming something spontaneous, switching her attention to us with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"You're a great singer, darling," I tell her, smiling softly before taking one last sip of my coffee, hearing her babbling while doing so and Harry chuckles.

Harry and I grab my mug at the same time, our hands touching before we both pull away with wide eyes and stuttered apologies before Hazel laughs at us.

I laugh nervously before yanking it away from him and setting it in the sink with a sigh, turning around and crossing my arms while leaning my back against the counter.

"Is it weird that I don't want her to call you daddy?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows, watching as he turns to look at me with his head slightly tilted.

"It is weird that you think that." He confirms, nodding his head in the slightest while I once again take a seat next to him with a frown while side glancing at Hazel.

"I mean, it would be weird," I argue while Harry shakes his head faintly with a disapproving look in his eyes as I brush Hazel's curls back briefly.

"Why would it be weird?"

I turn my head to him, resting my chin on my hand and sending him a fake smile while he furrows his eyebrows. "I don't know, why don't you tell me, daddy?"

He remains silent, blinking in surprise while keeping his face emotionless and attempting to look intense. "I guess it makes sense." He coughs awkwardly before running a hand through his curls while I let out a laugh.

"I'm going to get ready, will you be a sweetheart and keep an eye on Hazel?" I ask while getting up from my seat and he looks up at me with an amused smile.

"I'm always a sweetheart, Evelyn." He states, closing his eyes as if to prove a point before scooting closer to Hazel while I playfully scoff.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

I make my way to my room, getting dressed as fast as possible and after running to the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair at the same time I spray perfume over the skin of my neck and apply deodorant.

As I leave the bathroom I cross paths with Louis, who walks slowly while letting out a yawn before frowning at me. "Am I still dreaming?"

"It's flattering to know that you dream of me." I smile over at him as he flips me off, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as we walk down the stairs.

"You smell good, why is your perfume so good?" He asks while poking my cheek and I laugh, patting his arm as he playfully shoves my hand away with a grimace on his face.

We walk into the kitchen and I frown when I see Harry rummaging through cabinets while Hazel looks at me with her bottom lip quivering. "What's going on?"

"Where is her pacifier?!" Harry panics, turning around to face me with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows while I walk closer to him.

"Calm down, damn," I shake my head, opening one of the drawers and grabbing a light blue pacifier, putting it under water for a few seconds just for safety before giving it to him, "you don't have to panic like that, alright?"

"Sorry, I just didn't want her to cry." He mutters, handing the pacifier over to Hazel, who immediately puts it in her mouth with a giggle.

"She's a baby, it's normal if she cries, Harry," I assure him with a small smile on my lips while he nods with a faint grin and rosy cheeks.

"Yeah mate, she's a total drama queen at times," Louis tells him cheerily while preparing his tea, glancing over at me with a smile before turning his attention to his drink once again.

"Yeah! One time she started crying as soon as she got in Louis' arms and I have to say that he nearly cried, she's a heartbreaker." I laugh and Harry smirks softly while side glancing at Hazel, who ignores us completely by looking at the ceiling.

"I didn't cry!" Louis instantly disagrees, setting a hand on his hip while scowling at me with furrowed eyebrows and I roll my eyes in a playful manner.

"I said nearly, you should pay more attention, Lou."

Kinda boring but I hope you're enjoying nonetheless!♡