~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
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Harry has always been so soft with us. His touches are supple and his movements are slow and calculated.
Not once has he raised his voice at me, he's got frustrated but he's never shouted.
He tries his best to stay calm and he never ever gets angry with Rory and Nola although I'm sure he must want to scream at them when they're being little troublemakers.
In the whole time that I have known Harry, he has been this calming presence for us. The serenity he brings me and my children is unmatched.
All of us.
And yet, right now, he looks anything but calm.
Anger, rage, mutiny and even a small amount of sadness cause his eyes to squint into narrowed slits at the woman he calls his mother.
He pulls Nola closer to his side, squashing her body against his thigh with a protective stance as he glares at his mom.
"No!" He grits through his teeth with hostility. "You had your chance to apologise days ago. You don't get to just show up out of the blue now and think that I am going to forgive you."
Katherine impassively stares at him, her thumb rubbing up and down the mug that she has helped herself to.
It is one of the mugs that I had made. Harry claimed that he loved it and decided to put it in the cupboard so he can have his morning coffee from it each day. The pastel paint resting underneath her fingertips feels a lot less happy now that she has her claws on it. The rainbow that Rory insisted that I painted symbolised hope and happiness but having her hold it just feels wrong somehow.
Harry notices the mug at the same time as I do, an uncharacteristic growl rolling from the back of his throat as he glares at her.
"That's my mug."
"Harry," Katherine snaps. "I thought raised you better than being so possessive over materialistic items."
"Sunny made it for me."
Although that's not strictly true, I like that he loves it so much to feel this defensive over it.
Katherine hums, nodding her head and holding up my work to survey it. "I did think that it was a little bit wonky."
"You're fucking wonky." Harry spits.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, not at all sure where he was going with that insult but understanding the narrative all the same.
