Yellow.

twenty one.

grab a popcorn and stay calm in your reaction at the end.

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Today is Father’s day and everyone is present for a Sunday lunch at the Styles-Twist household. 

It’s been a while since the family gathered to enjoy a lovely spring afternoon in the newly trimmed and renovated Garden that Anne has been gushing about. The air is fresh. It smells like dried off rain kissing past now golden fields, or something close. The power of spring is showing and every single person is enjoying it.

Gemma and the twins have been around since breakfast, and Niall showed up not long after. Harry had decided to spend the weekend in the house, just because Myra has been insisting on giving him a special present. It seems like things are slowly working for everyone. Even Niall and Harry are bonding, without any stiffness on Harry’s part. 

Perhaps, it could be a calm before a potential storm.

Not long after breakfast and opening his awkwardly wrapped present from Myra, the father and daughter decided to bond by heading for a gentle walk up the street. It is supposed to be their personal tradition but lately Harry has been lagging behind in keeping up, so this morning was extremely perfect. 

A simple walk, hand in hand, warming their palms and hearts as they take gentle steps along the somewhat quiet street. Not much to exchange for words, but from the smiles etched on each face, it is clear that both of them enjoyed the little moment to themselves. Myra is growing up and Harry is allowing that bitter fact slowly sink into his head.

Every time he notices something slightly matured about her, he remembers how little she was when she showed up in front of the door, and he remembers how scared he was to hold her. It baffles him how that little button like child with golden skin has instantly grown into a sharp mouthed toddler that will never stop screeching in excitement for the tiniest of things.

The inherited chestnut coloured curls on her round head are now inevitably morphing into a honey yellow colour, exactly like that of her mother and it causes a little pang in his chest. No doubt, he misses Linda. Maybe not her, but the memories and what they had. And, if someone suddenly disappears from your life after baring your heart to them, you cannot immediately move on.

Not when you have a heart as heavy as that of Harrys’.

“E-Easy!” he calls after the little one, walking behind her to the front door of the house.

“It is so pretty papa!” Myra gushes out, gently wrapping her fingers around the bright daffodils picked out for her grandmother.

“Y-Yes…yes…yes like mumma,” Harry hums in agreement, giving her a small smile and quickly knocking on the door.

“Is Iman coming again??” Myra asks, out of curiousity and excitement.

Harry pauses, frowning a little and touching his hair. “Mmmhmm, y-yes but H-Harry is not sure when love.”

The door is gently opened and they are greeted by Des, who is holding onto a doll belonging to one of the ever chatty twins. He gently ushers them in, stepping aside and placing the doll, with one eye made out of a button, on the wooden slab. Myra squeals in excitement at the sight of her biological grandfather and immediately rushes at him for a hug.

“Grandpaaaaaaaa!” she exclaims, allowing him happily scoop her up.

“Myra love!” he pipes up, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Harry drags his eyebrows together, biting down his lip and still standing by the doorway. Nobody told him his dad would be showing up, and when nobody prompts him on things like this, he gets a bit conflicted on how to act. He is not that close to his father, but he is happy to have him around, especially on a day like this.