You and Harry were fighting, you told him you couldn't do this; being on Tour with a one and a half year old just didn't work.
"I'm gonna take her home and you can come back when you can." you told him while packing your things. Harry was fuming.
"No, (Y/N), I need you here with me." he yelled. You glared at him.
"What for? We barely see you anyway, so where's the difference? I don't feel safe with her here, don't you get that?"
"We have Bodyguards and the police and she has three uncles who would do anything for her, what more do you need?"
"Stability, Harry, this is not how she should grow up!"
Tears were pricking your eyes, so you look away. You hate crying when you're angry.
"Bullshit! She has everything she needs!"
Before you could say more there was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" you yelled.
In came a friend of Harry's, who had taken care of your daughter while you two fought things out.
Harry immediately smiled at the sight of his baby girl.
"Hey, there's my princess. Come here, honey!"
He leaned in, wanting to give her a kiss, put she put her little hands on his face and pushed him away, saying, "Stop!"
Harry's friend laughed at that, it was quite cute to watch, especially Harry's pout afterwards.
"But babyyy.." he whined.
She shook her head, making her blonde hair fly.
"You mean to mommy. No kiss, no!" you had to smile a little at that.
Your daughter was just like her father, wiser than her age and VERRY stubborn.
Harry looked at you for help. You sighed and went over to them.
Taking your daughter from Harry's friend, you looked into her gorgeous green eyes and said, "It's ok, love, mommy and daddy are ok now. Give daddy a kiss and say bye-bye."
Harry clenched his jaw, but since he finally got his kiss, he didn't say anything.
You were sure though this wasn't the last word between you two on this topic.
