It's Complicated

Chapter 27

Continued from last Chapter...........

Harry was late, like really late.

It took him forever to figure out what to wear, which sounds so cliché but it was true. Harry had a very bold sense of style and most of his wardrobe consisted of bright colors, sequence, glitter and everything that just screams, "Look at me!"

Harry didn't want to draw any attention onto himself today for obvious reasons, so he had to dig in the back of his closet just to find a plain navy-blue suit, which had collected dust because it hadn't been worn in years.

While looking in the mirror, Harry frowns at the bland suit, but sucks it up and thankfully saves the outfit by putting on his pair of sparkly black shoes he got from Gucci last year.

After Harry was done getting ready, he had like 30 minutes to spare, but as he made his way downstairs, he looks in horror when he finds tiny yellow handprints placed all over the white walls of his foyer.

"Mila!?" Harry yells out, already knowing who those tiny handprints belong to. He's been wondering why she's been so quiet this whole time.

Harry finds a trail of yellow paint and follows it into the living room.

"Mila? What did you do?" Harry asks, walking slowly over to his daughter who was sat in the middle of the floor, covered in yellow paint.

Mila looks up at him innocently with her big brown eyes. "I made art papa!" she gestures to the painted stick figures on the floor.

Harry spots the almost empty can of yellow paint spilled onto his white carpet.

"Oh Mila."

So, then it took another 30 minutes to clean Mila up because apparently the paint did not take too kindly to skin, so Harry had to scrub her till she was red, which caused a lot of tears and crying.

As much as Harry wanted to scrub the paint off his walls and floor, he had no time, so he makes a mental note to do that as soon as he gets home.

Now, Harry was about a half an hour late, and speeding through traffic, trying not to get in a car accident.

As he comes to a stop at a red light, he takes the time to take a breather.

Harry's had a whirlwind of a day already and he hasn't had much time to reflect on what happened.

All he knew was that Louis left him this morning and he doesn't know why or where he went after.

It was starting to get annoying how hot and cold Louis was being. Harry has never had a hard time reading Louis until now, and it was frustrating to say the least.

The only thing Harry was certain of was that he was tired. He was tired of trying to fix something that maybe can't be fixed.

A car's horn startles him from his thoughts and he puts his attention back onto the road.

Harry finally makes it to the Arsenal complex, and whips into the nearest parking spot, which was probably the furthest spot from the building's entrance.

The parking lot was completely full. There were tons of news vans parked, all there to witness Louis's press conference today.

Harry clips his press badge on and takes one last look in the mirror before leaving his car.

There was slight dark circles under his eyes, but thankfully it was barely noticeable.

As Harry nears the entrance he's met with security who automatically let him in, knowing who he is already.