Harry's POV
"Harry, what should I take?" Lyric asked looking through her wardrobe.
"Well, I would take lots of sweats, comfy clothes, we're on the tour bus or planes a lot and you'd rather be comfy than all dressed up. I know Lou plans on picking out you and Kale's outfits for all the concerts and any interviews you come to with us," I told her, going through my clothes.
"Okay, I'm going to let you decide. I'll go work towards getting Kale's stuff together. I can't believe we're touring the world with you in less than three weeks. What about Kale's birthday? It's next week," she frowned.
"Don't worry, Babe, Zayn, Liam, Niall and I are on it. We're throwing Louis and Kale a combined surprise birthday party," I told her and pecked her lips.
She stayed in my arms and I left my lips lingering on hers before she slid her arms up my shoulders and tangled her fingers in my curls. I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I shut our door. I then laid her on our bed. I started attacking her neck and she squealed as I nibbled on her soft spot.
"Harry! Lyric! Stop having sex while we're all in the house!" I heard Zayn yell.
I say up and Lyric blushed, "Fucking cock block!" I yelled out the closed door.
Lyric slapped my arm, "Harry!"
"Kale heard that Harold! Now he wants to know what it is!" Louis yelled from downstairs.
She slapped me again, "You've really got to think before you say things like that, Harry. Especially when he repeats everything he hears and asks when he's not sure what something is. Do you think I want to explain to my one year-old son what a cock block is? Well, the answer is no," she told me.
"I'm sorry, Lyr, I'll be more careful next time," I pecked her cheek and helped her up.
"I've got to go start packing Kale's clothes," she told me, turning to walk out of the room.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, "We can finish what we started later tonight, right?" I breathed in her ear.
She chuckled and turned her head towards my face and pecked my lips, "We'll see. You know it depends on how well Kale sleeps and how well he stays asleep," my girlfriend told me.
I sighed and let go of her. "Okay."
She frowned, "Harry, you know I want to, but my son is my first priority, I can't just forget about him. He is my responsibility, I don't have anyone to take care of him for me and I don't want anyone else to. I like to think I'm doing a good job at being a single mom," she explained.
I looked up at her, "Oh, so you're a single mom, now?"
"Harry, I didn't mean it like that!"
"I'm not here to help you? Do I not mean anything to you? I love Kale. Yeah, I get it, he's your first priority. I get it, but I'm here to help you, Lyric. I can't believe you think you're on your own. I'm always here for you, always, yet, you think you're by yourself and you've got no one to help you with Kale. Do you not see me? Zayn? Niall? Liam? Louis?" I put an emphasis on every word but the emphasis on Louis' name was the strongest. "I understand that I don't know what it's like, I don't have a child, but I love Kale like my own."
"Harry, please," she begged.
"No, Lyric, if you think you're on your own, fine. We're through. You don't want me to help you with Kale? I won't," I said, raising my voice.
"Harry."
"Leave, Lyric."
"Haz."
"No. I asked you to leave, Lyric. Now, leave. I don't want to talk to you."
"Harry."
"Either you leave or I will," I said, turning towards the door.
"Harry, please," she grabbed my hand. "I do. I do want your help. I appreciate everything you do and everything you've done. Please, Harry, I love you. Don't, don't do this to us," she locked eyes with me. Her eyes held tears, begging me.
I sighed, "I don't want to do anything I'm going to regret, Lyric," I told her, intertwining our fingers.
"What's something you'll regret?" she whispered, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and looked at the floor.
I lifted her chin to make her look me in the eyes, "I know if I break up with you, it will be the worst decision of my life. I know if I break up with you, I'll lose you, and Kale, and probably the rest of the boys. I can't have that. I love you, Lyric, and I know I probably overreacted, but I want you to know you're not alone," I pecked her lips, "I." I pecked her lips again, "Will." Again, "Always." Again, "Be." Again, "Here." I kissed her hard before pulling away.
"Are you guys okay?" Niall asked, poking his head in our door.
"Yeah," Lyric told him with a smile, "We're fine," she looked up at me.
"Thank god, I don't think we could go back to the sad, depressed lad Harry used to be," he joked.
Lyric giggled and hugged my waist, "I love you, Harry."
"I love you more."
A/N: If I wrote a Zayn Fanfic would you guys read it? -Journey
