In this together

two idiots in love

**Smutty**

Harry boarded the plane less than an hour after your phone call. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, but the sudden guilt from not disclosing his past had him feeling sick to his stomach. What if you thought he was a bad guy for not telling you. What if Malia had told you everything, things he had wanted to share but had never had the guts to speak about to anyone. In that exact moment, Harry felt helpless. He felt as though his whole world was on the brink of being taken away. He couldn't lose you, lose your shared unborn child. You were everything, whether or not he was ready to admit it he was absolutely in love with you, and if this was the thing that pushed you away, he would never forgive himself.

It was a three hour flight back home, and when his plane landed it was 9:45 pm. He was hopeful you were still up so the two of you could talk. He called a car and caught a ride back to the apartment, arriving shortly after 10:15 pm.

As soon as he unlocked the door he was met with darkness and stillness. No noise, no light, nothing. Or so he thought.

He stepped into the kitchen placing his keys on the table and taking off his jacket before he was attacked by a figure from behind him. "Ahhhhh" Paddy screamed as he jumped onto Harry's back clutching onto him as to bring him down.

"Paddy!" Harry shouted, making the younger one stop squirming.

"Harry?" Paddy asked, touching Harry's head and feeling his obvious curls. "Christ! Y/n and I thought you were an intruder," paddy laughed getting down from his brothers back.

Just then the light clicked on and you stood in the hallway with a blanket around your shoulders, hair in a messy bun, looking as beautiful as ever. "Hi," Harry said lamely.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack, you're supposed to be gone until Sunday," you told him as you walked forward.

He nodded, taking a step towards you. "I should have called," he offered with a weak smile. "I didn't mean to scare you, love," he said as you finished closing the distance between the two of you and hugging him tightly. His arms fit around you easily and snugly, his favorite place to have them, and honestly, your favorite place to be.

"S'ok Har," you sighed, taking in his familiar scent.

"Ok can you take this nastiness to your room please, I'd like to sleep," Paddy groaned as he walked over to the couch and plopped down.

You chuckled at his dramatics, rolling your eyes. Harry hadn't taken his eyes off of you. Less than ten minutes ago he had been terrified you were going to be gone when he walked through that front door, but yet, here you were. Beautiful as ever and in his arms. It all felt surreal, and Harry was sure that at some point the other shoe would drop. Making what seemed like a dream become an absolute nightmare, and that was something he couldn't prepare for.

"Com'on, there's something I need to talk to you about," you told him, grabbing a hold of his hand as you pulled him behind you towards the bedrooms.

The apartment was a decent size, and down the hallway there were four doors. One on the right that belonged to Harry's room and then directly across from that was your room, and next to yours was the extra room. You passed both of your doors and walked to the extra room opening the door, and clicking on the light. As soon as Harry saw the room his face broke out into a smile. There were boxes littering the floor with unbuilt furniture that you guys needed to assemble, but in the middle of the room hanging from the ceiling was a handmade mobile his nan had made as soon as she found out that he was having a baby, and behind that there was a partway painted wall.

"We didn't get that much done," you said from next to him, "honestly, I didn't do a thing, paddy insisted I stay out because of the paint, but he got this hung up and I thought you'd like that," you told him as you took one of the tiny wooden elephants between your finger.