Lyric's POV
Today was Harry and my 1 month anniversary and I'm pretty sure that he forgot. I was sitting in the living room talking to Zayn.
"Lyric, have you ever thought of hiring a nanny to help you out with Kale?" Zayn asked, pointing to my baby in my lap.
I shook my, "No, I don't need help. He's my responsibility, not someone else's," I responded, kissing his cheek.
He nodded, "What about a babysitter then? What if you want to go out without Kale?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you trying to get rid of my baby?" I asked.
He chuckled and shook his head, "No, but what if you do want to go out?" he asked.
I thought about it, "I guess you're right," I mumbled. Harry sat down beside me.
"What is Zayn right about?" he asks.
"Getting a nanny or a sitter for Kale if I want to go out," I told him.
"Gemma would be happy to do it," Harry says, "She's been dying to meet you and Kale."
I nodded, "Only if she wants to. I don't want her to think she has to. And I hope she'll let me pay her," I said.
"Lyric, she does want to. She doesn't feel like she has to. And you won't pay her, I will," Harry told me.
"Harry, please, he's my son, I can pay for the sitter," I told him.
"Lyric, don't even try," Zayn told me, "You won't win against Harry."
I sighed but kept my mouth shut. Harry kissed my temple, "I'll call Gemma, you go shower and get ready," he told me.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm taking you out."
I smiled and got up and got in the shower. I wrapped a towel around my body and walked into my room. "What to wear, what to wear," I said to myself. I looked around and saw a pile of clothes on the bed.
'Since I'm not going to tell you what we're doing or where we're going, I decided to let Louis pick out your outfit. I'll see you soon.
-Harry xx'
I smiled and took a look at the outfit Louis'd picked out. Knowing Louis, I'd love it. He'd picked out a pair of light grey skinny jeans, a pink long-sleeved shirt, a pair of grey Uggs, a pink beanie, and a grey vest, along with a pink and grey lacy polka dot bra and a pink thong.
I got dressed and left my hair in natural curls as I put my beanie on. Liam knocked on the door and asked if I was ready.
"I think so," I spun around, "How do I look?" I asked.
He smiled, "You look beautiful," he said and offered his arm to me.
I took it and he walked me downstairs, "Harold Edwards Styles, your date for the night," Liam said.
Harry smiled a smile that showed off his dimples, "You look beautiful, Lyric."
He was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt over a dark pair of jeans and converse, "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," I told him. He was standing beside a girl who looked somewhat like him.
"Hi, Lyric!" she said enthusiastically, "I'm Harry's sister, Gemma. It's nice to meet you," she said.
"Nice to meet you, too."
"Are you ready?" he asked.
I looked over at Louis who stood with Kale in his arms and Zayn who had a small suitcase in his hand. "Just let me say bye to Kale, then I'll be ready," I said.
