Moving On [H.S]

Chapter 30

They woke up to the sound of the alarm Harry set to be ready for when Niall drops off Isabella. He reaches over and turns it off, never wanting to leave Maya's embrace. She gently runs her hand through his hair and looks down at him.

"Do you feel any better?"

She asks and he pauses before giving her a small nod. They slowly get up and as soon as they are out of Harry's room, they hear a knock on the door. Harry takes a deep breath and Maya takes his hand in hers for reassurance. He opens the door, hoping his puffy eyes don't give much away.

"Morning you two. How'd the date go?"

He asks, as Harry picks up Isabella in his arms.

"It went well...thanks for watching her last night."

Harry says, plastering a smile onto his face, but Niall can see how uneasy he is.

"She behaved like an angel."

"Of course she did."

He says, Isabella falling asleep in his arms.

"I'll see you guys on Monday."

"See ya."

Maya says as he walks away, the door shutting behind him.

"Are you still tired?"

Harry gently asks Isabella and she nods.

"Do you want to go back to sleep before breakfast?"

She nods and he smiles, giving her a small kiss on the cheek before tucking her back into bed. He walks back out and sees Maya putting toaster waffles in the toaster for them.

"Thanks."

He says quietly and she turns, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss.

"We'll get through this, alright?"

He nods, a small smile spreading over his face and she leans in, pressing her lips to his again. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Her hands gently rub up and down his back, knowing that all he needs right now is comfort. She gently combs her fingers through his hair until they slowly pull away, finishing getting breakfast ready.

"I'll go wake her up."

Maya says and Harry nods. She slowly walks inside Isabella's room, and gently taps her shoulder.

"Breakfast is ready munchkin."

She says and Isabella sits up, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Maya gently picks her up, and carries her out to the kitchen, sitting her down in her stool at the counter. They eat in silence, Harry trying not to let the things Gracie said yesterday get to him and make the air around them tense. Maybe his mom will know how to help him. He decides to call her tonight when he gets a chance for some advice.

"Dad? Guess what?"

Isabella says and he looks down at her.

"What?"

"There's a week until my birthday."

She says and Harry furrows his brows.

"When did you learn about weeks?"

"On Thursday."

She says and he smiles, and of course, she pokes his cheek.

"How old are you going to be?"

"I'm going to be 6."

"Impossible."

He says and she giggles.