~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...
for those observing ramadan: mention of casual drinking of alcohol (wine)
i don't really know what TWs but this is a fairly heavy chapter, mental health talk etc... please be kind <3
October 29th
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"What flavour is Nola going to want because I'm not sure they're going to have a jelly bean ice cream here?"
I watch the side of Sunny's face as she follows the queue in the ice cream shop and surveys the flavours behind the glass screen.
"Uh–" Her eyes scan along the coloured tubs with scoops missing before she points her pink fingertip towards a flavour. "I think she'd like cookies 'n' creme and then Roo can have chocolate because she's obsessed with chocolate."
"They have a peanut butter chocolate swirl," I point out, holding my hand on her waist as I shuffle us forward so that we are next in line. "Should we get her a cup of that?"
"Actually, yeah," Sun agrees. "-but I think they'd both want cones like everyone else,"
I nod, leaning my chin on the top of her head as I ponder what flavour I want.
"Oh, they have mint choc chip!" She points out, tapping her curved fingernail into the glass six times.
"You like that shit?" I grunt, firing judgment freely as she nods at me while bypassing the snide tone of mine. "Baby, it tastes like toothpaste, why would you want that?"
"It's yummy," She tells me. "I like it,"
"I bet you're going to get the blueberry one, right?" I hum with humour as I spot the milky blue looking tub nestled in the far corner of the case.
"Blueberry? I didn't even see that." Her head perks up as she turns to it. Tipping her chin up to face me, she smiles widely with a happy nod. "You know me too well,"
"Next please?"
A voice of the young lad behind the counter calls out and Sunday plasters on a polite smile while stepping closer to the counter.
"Hiya," She sings out joyfully with that contagious warmth that spreads to everyone she encounters.
I should be jealous of the way that the man serving us brightly perks up and reciprocates the smile she is showcasing but I am not. I can't see her light as anything other than that. She just is a beacon of hope for everyone and there is a smug pride that comes with knowing that she is my girlfriend.
My girl is the one that makes the room light up with one small grin.
My girl is the sun on a cloudy day that brightens people's moods.
That isn't something to be jealous of, that's something to be immensely proud of, and if anything, I admire her even more for it.
Keeping my hands flattened to her waist, I stand just shy of her body and listen as she reels off her family's orders.
