be there || h.s.

eight

PLEASE READ BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER: So if you haven't already heard, @sawyerhosanna and I have merged our stories together. To clarify what we're doing, my story is about what happens in Harry's life from the age of 21-25. Her story is whatever happens from the age of 25 to whenever she decides to finish it. The past that Harry refers to is this story. This story will not predict what happens in the future and I will not reference it as a flashback or memory.

I sincerely apologize for not updating since February. Uni has been insanely occupational and overwhelming. I'm going to try to make a set time for me to write weekly, but with my Driver's Ed courses coming up, my free time is going to be cut short. I'm sorry that I can't give you guys the consistent updates you deserve. I promise once I'm out for holiday, the updates won't be so scattered. All the love. xx

It had been a month and a half since Harry had let Liam see Eden. They would occasionally say 'hello' every now and then, but never anything considered to be a conversation. Harry somewhat regrets the grudge he is holding, for now it is harder for him to find someone to keep Eden. Gemma could watch her at some times, and Anne and Robin both worked enough to where they were not able to keep Eden often. And, of course, all of the other lads were occupied with work 99.9% of the time.

"Daddy!" Eden said pointing to the TV, with the display of "Frozen" on Ice.

Harry was currently making Eden her lunch. He nicely assorted her diced strawberries on a colorful plate along with some chopped carrots and chicken.

"Aye, that looks wonderful, babe. Maybe sometime next month, okay?" he said giving his daughter a beautiful smile.

She plopped on her little bum and returned her attention back to the screen as she saw her favorite characters singing and dancing about. Harry picked up his daughter and sat her on his lap as he fed her her lunch. On the other hand, Harry hasn't stopped texting Amelia. Being the trust-oriented man he is, he's not giving Amelia that window of opportunity to destroy him with love and affection.

Over the course of these two months, Amelia and Harry have been building a bond between each other. Not once has she relapsed or showed signs of it. Harry finally took the first step of progress and let her see Eden on the weekends. April 18th was the first time Amelia had seen her daughter in almost a year. The three of them met at the park and Eden didn't recognize her, but didn't hesitate to run into her arms and embrace her, as if she had seen this woman at some point in previous time. They played for a few hours, had a nice lunch on the Waterfront, then drove back to Harry's flat. Amelia and Eden both fell asleep in the car on the 20 minute drive back. Once he noticed how they both sleep with their lips slightly apart with a soft, barely audible snore escaping from their lips, he smiled in content. But that day, Harry had felt something. As if an eruption of mixed feelings had started in his stomach and spread chills all over his body. For a week now, he's been having mixed feelings. He'll think about how he felt that day, then snap out of it, realizing that he shouldn't entertain the thought.

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"No, ma'am, we already have biscuits at the flat," Harry said taking the box from Eden and putting it back on the shelf. She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out with her eyebrows furrowed just like Harry's. He playfully copied his mini me's expression and slightly pinched her nose, which made the child burst into laughter. As he turned to go into the dairy section, he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

"iMessage:

Emmy"

Once he slid the text open it read: