The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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TW: Brief mentions of death/ violence

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Haven's POV:

The drive to her house was quick and peaceful as I sat with my head back watching London pass through the window of Harry's car.

We spent the entirety talking about dumb and meaningless shit that somehow held so much value to me. To his favourite colour, his favourite food, his favourite number, every minuscule detail you could think to ask, we did.

Once we parked, I dip my head forward to take in their beautiful home and honestly, my palms begin to sweat. By the looks of it, I should be asking Harry for a fucking raise. First his big ass apartment and now Maya and Liam's. . .he can definitely afford to be paying me more than what I'm earning.

Walking up to the front door, my anxiety gets the best of me and I don't even notice when harry takes Harlow's gift bag out of my hands. "Hey you ok?" he nudges me.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." I briefly look at him.

"You don't have to be nervous. They already love you." he tells me knocking on the door.

"Easy for you to say. I'm not used to having friends." I whisper to myself as I stand slightly behind him.

"Did you say something?" he turns around to face me.

"Nope." I answer back shaking my head.

Just then the door swings open revealing a very tired-looking Liam. "You okay mate?" Harry chuckles, patting him on the back as we enter.

"God, I'm fucking tired." he mumbles giving each of us a hug.

"Morning Ave!" he speaks into my ear as he engulfs me in a hug.

"It's 12:30 Liam." I pat him on the back before pulling away.

"It's morning somewhere in the world." he leads us deeper into his house.

Almost instantly I hear the shrill of Harlows crying and Harry looks back at me rolling his eyes. Pushing him he stumbles forward with a laugh. "Shut up" I mouth to him.

"Hi, we're almost ready. Sorry, Harlow decided now would be a good time to throw up everything she ever ate." I watch as Maya walks around with a diaper-clad Harlow. Not at all what I expected when she called me this morning.

She turns her head frantically looking for something. "Where's my phone?" she mumbles, Harlow making sweet noises in her hands.

"Baby, it's in your hand." Liam walks up to her and grabs the phone from her grasp, holding it up to her face.

Maya wears sweatpants and a t-shirt stained with what I can only assume is spit up and honestly, she looks exhausted. I can only imagine what she must be feeling having to figure out motherhood when her own mother isn't there for her.

Grace can only do so much with having to take care of the bookstore and everything. In a couple of days since Harlow was born, she looks as if she hasn't showered since before she had her.

Looking at Harry, his eyes soften watching Maya and so do mine. Heading over to her kitchen I quickly wash my hands before walking over to Maya and placing my hands on her shoulder.s

"This is what you're going to do." I tell her. "You are going to give me Harlow and then you're going to go take a nice long shower and whatever else you need to do for yourself. Okay?" I question and she looks down at the now sleeping Harlow.