ON HOLD/Edited
*Soft Story// Short Story*
He thought he could settle with a friendship, he knew if he couldn't have them the way his heart desires then a friendship would be enough for him. Anything was better than having nothing. But it wasn't enou...
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"Okay buddy, you have to put the cookie dough rolled on the tray." Arlo laughs while sitting on the counter, his hands were greasy from the dough and butter spray he managed to get all over his pj's.
Magnolia had started seeing someone... a therapist. When she broke the news I felt so much guilt, it was because of me that had her confessing her feelings to a stranger. We haven't seen each other lately because of the wedding planning and her work. Calliope and Niall had a date night and I guess so did Matthew.
In all, I was her last option for a last-minute babysitter. I was the last option to call to watch Arlo, my son. The thought hurt me deeply but it wasn't like I could do anything about it.
So when Magnolia called and asked me to watch Arlo I was disappointed. Not because of him no, he's my son. I was hoping she was calling to talk about us and if there will be an us. But that was my selfishness coming in the way of realizing how much this must be affecting everyone around us in reality there is always one thing on my mind.
My son.
If I tell Magnolia?
That's been a thought on my mind since I found out that day with Niall. No one knows besides him, my team, and myself. The wedding is coming closer and Magnolia seem's to be drifting away along with my son.
I may not be able to call him mine in public but in my heart and mind, he is the best thing that came out of my irresolvable activities in One Direction. So if I have to babysit my own son just to spend time with him then I will.
"Buddy, y-your phone." Arlo squeaks, holding his hands above his face, making sure he doesn't touch anything. It's then I hear the ringing of my phone and I reach over the counter while keeping eyes on the little boy who's clapping his sticky hands together now.
Placing the phone between my shoulder and face, "Hello?"
"Harry." I straighten myself a little more, take the tray, and place it in the oven. "We need to talk." I roll my eyes and grab the little boy, wrapping his little legs around me while I take us to his mother's room for a quick clean-up.
"Jeff now is not the time." I look at Arlo who brings his tired head on my shoulder and I have to stop myself from letting out a coo, his sleepy eyes slowing down with each blink. "I'm busy and don't want to talk to you."
Arlo lets out a gasp, "T-that's mean Harry." He pouts and I hold back a laugh at his manners no doubt taught by his kind-hearted mother.
"I'm sorry buddy," Bringing him down in the middle of the hallway, he runs to his room before I yell out, "Grab some clothes and I'll start your bath in mama's bathroom." His little feet were heard running around and a small "okay'.
"With your kid?"
I let out a scoff, "Your lucky I don't sue, I missed six years of his life." looking around Magnolia's room, her unmade bed and clothes on the ground. Her room was messy kinda like she was in a rush and had no chance to clean up. Pillows on the floor near her bed, the bed I once laid with her in, and where our child lay in the middle of us. "I really don't want to talk about this."
