Rocket | H.S

sixteen

( i wanna be yours, 1)

After a long day for all of us, it's clear that the most effected person is Penelope. She's fighting to stay awake, she has been for the past hour, and it was only now we decided to part ways with everyone, letting Penny finally rest at the end of the day.

She handles every day like a champ.

"Shut your eyes beautiful." I caress her hand that's sleepy in my own. Harry is carrying her bridal style, her head resting against his chest.

Too tired to keep on fighting it, her eyes shut very peacefully, it's very clear she'll be knocked out sooner rather than later. Even now as an adult, I get moody and angry when I'm tired. This girl, she's different. Of course, she's thrown horrible tantrums and been a pain half the time, but I'm so proud of her and how she's doing.

She is everything I imagined her to be.

So polite and cheerful, so happy and peaceful. Even though it's never what I had in mind, I'm so happy that the road we went down on took us here.

Harry and I can both see the strength in her. She struggles a little bit, especially when she is crowded with a lot of people. I'm not talking about a party sized amount crowd, in that setting she is fine and blooming. She's very good socially, but not when it comes down to those crowds.

The crowds she gets absolutely smothered in, because her father is just two meters away. The ones where the cameras won't leave us alone, flashes that feel like lightning bolts onto your skin. She claims those people are the bad villains, and I can agree.

Harry has stated a number of times that even though she – as we all do, despise them she's really strong. It's where he says she gets it from me that I back asway from the truth. She is very strong but inheriting it from her mother is too much for me to accept, even if Harry isn't her biological father, socially she's grown up with those four guys who have massively formed her into who she is.

Harrys the same with the whole acceptance thing. He will never admit that the polite and generous side of her comes from him majorly. She would've picked it up from everyone around her, but Harry was definitely the main contributor.

Entering our room, the two of them look so beautiful. Penelope's mouth opened ever so slightly, her breathing becoming heavier as she dozes off into the night. Harrys arms are very prominent, carrying the weight of his daughter. His hair soft and fluffy, getting in the way of his face.

I open our hotel door, letting the dim environment welcome us in as we go straight to one of the beds that the lucky girls get all to herself next to us. She insisted she has the bed closer to the window, which we didn't make a fuss about.

Rushing in to get ahead, I fold back the bed ready for the little sleeping beauty. Harry hot on my tracks, placing her softly into the sheets. She snuggles in a little, making words that only come out in noises I don't understand. Harry and I sit at the end of her bed, Harry holding my spare hand, my others holding hers still.

With the purest intentions, Harry starts to sing the song that made us, us.

"Alone, on a crowded train, the city gives as it takes away..."

He gently rubs his thumb over her puffed cheeks, letting this moment sink into the warm parts of his heart. We're often far apart, but the strings in our hearts keep us the closest we have ever been.

"Goodbye too hard to, hard to say you said it would be, too Sentimental and Monday."

Harry's voice is low and quiet, keeping the mood very relaxed. She's already knocked out cold, but he keeps on going. He doesn't need to know but he is silently filling my wishes.