Angel- Saving Faith One Shots

Home time

Harry's P.O.V:

"Look at her." Eleanor gushes from the backseat of my car. Louis takes a quick glance in the rear view mirror and shoots El a small smile.

"What's she doing?" Louis asks.

"Nothing, but she's just so cute." Louis laughs at her answer.

"Is everything prepared at home?" Louis asks me.

I snap out of my trance and answer him, "The girls apparently went to the house and made sure everything was ready."

"We went and bought a few things we thought you would need." Eleanor adds. "Is there anything you need for yourself?"

I shake my head, "No I'm good. Thanks a lot for everything."

"No problem Harry. You know, if you ever need to get out the house just call one of us. We are all happy with taking care of the Isabella." I nod my head in response not trusting my voice as I feel a lump in my throat.

"Are you ready to go home?" Louis asks me carefully and quietly.

I shrug my shoulders, "I'm going to have to go back to it one day."

"You can always stay at ours if you feel lonely."

"I know, thanks Lou." I try and muster a smile for him.

I pull into the driveway, telling myself not to cry. "Haz you can get her out and show her the house, we'll get the things." Eleanor smiles before getting out of the car.

I get out of the car and open the door to the backseat where my daughter lies in her seat. I look at her sleeping, her small eyes closed and I can hear the little breaths escape her lips. A few tears manage to slip but I quickly wipe them before I turn into a crying mess. I carefully take Isabella out of her seat, trying not to wake her. I wrap a blanket around her tightly so that no cold air hits her skin on the way to the front door. She stirs a little in my arms but I calmly sway her back to sleep before she fully wakes.

The front door of the house is open as I reach it and I hear Louis and Eleanor talking in the kitchen. I swallow my tears as I pass Faith and I's room to get to Isabella's room. I leave a light kiss on my daughters forehead before laying her in the white cot. I pull the pink and white dotted sheets over her body and tug her in so that she is warm.

I step back and glance around the room, taking in the small things that the girls bought. A see a few bags of nappies stacked in the corner of the room and a few new clothes lying on top of the white dresser. The photo frame that stands on the dresser catches my eye and I before I know it, my feet are pulling me towards me.

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"Please call us if you need anything, no matter what time it is." Eleanor fusses.

"I know El, thank you." I hug her before moving onto Louis.

"Seriously, call us if you need anything. We'll be here tomorrow." He says while hugging me tightly.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat before I leave? I can make something quick before I leave." Eleanor asks me again.

"No El, I'm fine. I'll cook something to distract myself." Eleanor gives me a sympathetic nod.

Louis whispers for them to leave and I bid them goodbye one last time before Eleanor asks if I need anything, again.

I let out an exhausted sigh as I shut the door and then make my way over to Bella's room.

She's tightly wrapped in a white blanket and her head is covered with a pink beanie, her eyes are shut tightly as she sleeps peacefully.

I spend hours looking at her sleep before I realise it's nine o'clock and she wakes up for a feed. I prepare a bottle while she lays in my arms; I imagine Faith doing this, but I quickly shake my head trying to rid the thoughts.

I feed Bella her bottle which puts her to sleep. I sing softly to my Angel as I sway her back and forth. I place her back in the cot before changing her nappy.

I strip from my clothes and throw them in the basket for washing. I remind myself to put all my clothes in the washing machine tomorrow or else it will pile up on me.

I shut out the lights after grabbing the photo frame off the bedside table and pulling the blankets over my body.

I stare at the photo of Faith and I, her head tilted back as she laughs and my eyes looking at her. I run my fingers over the glass that covers her photographic face and feel the tears trickle down my cheeks.

It hurts lying in the bed where we once lay together. Now all I'm left with is memories, photos, emptiness, tears but no Faith.