Yellow.

crabby harry.

if you still read this, i love you and thank you for existing <3, this is a heavily personal chapter, thank you @harryslilbigtoe for the prompt.

Iman knows Harry a little too well now.

This man has basically rented the majority of her heart and she knows him almost perfectly. She knows when he's excited and when he's painfully moody.

The little things that make him comfortable and the little ones that throw him off.

It's in the moments before a panic attack. In the little moments of random physical display of affection. It's easy to understand this man and it's so easy to know how to love him.

So, it makes sense when she notices how dull things have been with him and how constantly on the edge he seems to be.

Lately, he hasn't been as verbal as he usually is and that's saying a lot. He has always been a shy and quiet man, but lately it's been a little amplified.

Harry hasn't said much to the kids and in fact, he's been awfully withdrawn from them.

With the twins still being chaotic babies and Neesa who has found her voice refusing to stay silent, it's a lot. Myra is a bit too busy for the parents and that's something Iman is grateful for.

The age gap makes things a little balanced but Neesa is a four year old terrorist that's still very attached to her father. It's hard to keep them apart and it's a struggle.

Right now, Iman is gently staring at Harry and he's curled up on the sofa. The outfit from his walk with the twins is still on and she smiles at the knitted bucket hat on his head.

Neesa went from pinching every single visible tattoo on his arm to attacking her Uncles when they showed up for a visit. Iman is thankful for that distraction but she needs to know what's going on with her husband.

She tenderly touches his arm and he groans a little louder than expected, indicating his discomfort.

"Lou's been trying to chat with you," she says, gently.

Harry only blinks at nothing and keeps his eyes trained at thin air. Iman notices his eyes are a little more tired and blank than usual.

She studies his empty expression and says nothing before pressing a kiss to his forehead. He groans again and curls up even more, making her check if he's comfortable.

Saying nothing, she calmly walks over to the kitchen and gets out her phone. Joining her in the kitchen is a concerned Louis, who is holding up a now emptied feeding bottle.

"Oi, we need you to pump," he says.

"Piss off, I have bottles in the fridge, okay?" she rolls her eyes.

Louis chuckles and places the bottle on the slab, inching closer to her.

"So, what's up with curly out there? Never seen him so moody, he's almost worse than my own diva," Louis points out.

"I think I understand what's going on but I want to be sure," Iman smiles.

"He hasn't been active in the group chats for days now and he hasn't been interactive with anyone," he continues.

"How many group chats have you roped my husband into?" she pauses.

"The lads need their safe spaces, how many times do I have to explain this? Fine it's our football group," he pauses.

Iman winces and awkwardly rubs the sides of her breasts. The woman is exhausted from solely handling the kids this week because of Harry's sudden change in mood and basically change in everything.