~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...
TW- ODC, Mental health crisis, mentions of self-harm and suicidal thoughts.
please, please, please don't continue to read this if it is something that could damage your mental health. i can tell you when it is all over and we can just skip this bit out if you need.
I'm always available to talk if anyone needs anything.
with that being said, please be gentle, kind and patient with me because this is so personal for me to write... especially next chapter (41)
November 7th
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"Does this look okay?" I ask Harry, smoothing down the creases in the cream shirt that I stole from his closet.
"You look gorgeous, Sun. Please stop stressing, this is why I didn't want to do this in the first place, because I knew you would freak out," He tells me.
His eyes scan over my jean shorts, white t-shirt and a cream shirt that I stole from his closet. He surveys the blue and white checked bandana that I tied in my hair to keep it out of my face.
Reaching up behind my neck, I start to try and unknot it but Harry reaches for my hands to stop me.
"Please stop stressing," He whispers, running his thumb back and forth along the slight scarring of my wrist. "You look beautiful, okay?"
Licking my bottom lip, I swallow and finally look into his eyes. I guess I am searching for some kind of indication that he may be lying to me but when I see the sincerity that floods the forest of his eyes, I know I am safe.
He leans down to kiss me as the front door opens and the sound of my brother's voice yells through the downstairs area.
"Girls! Mosi! Your favourite uncle is here!"
Pulling away from Harry I watch as Roe and Ingrid casually stroll into the kitchen and smile at us.
"Uncle Roe!" Nola squeals, running up to my brother and throwing herself into his outstretched arms. "You come to play?"
"I've come to play some games with your mommy and Harry, but I suppose you can join if you're a good girl!" He teases her and lightly pinches her chunky cheek.
I smile but I feel like it doesn't meet my eyes. When Roe stands up straight, his smile drops at the sight of me.
"Oh no," He sighs. "What are we on the panic scale? A nine, a ten?"
"I'm thinking more of an eleven," Harry replies for me, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. "How many times did you clean the kitchen, Sunny?"
I bite on my bottom lip, looking at the clean surfaces with a scrutinising glare. Scratching my nail along the surface, I try to get rid of what I think is a speck of dirt but is really a tiny chip in the work surface.
