~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...
this chapter is kind of heavy so please be cautious when reading it <3
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July 13th
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I am in England.
Holmes Chapel to be precise.
I sit alone on a low wall outside of what was once June's bakery.
Only it is not June's bakery anymore. It belongs to someone else now.
In my hand is a cupcake that I was once so familiar with. An iridescent white paper casing that I peel off and a mountain of pale pink icing that is piled high and coated in a mirage of rainbow-coloured sprinkles.
But even though I am so accustomed to having this specific looking cupcake in my hand. I cannot take a bite of it.
Although I want to, I know that if I sink my teeth into the soft sponge of the cake, it will not taste the same as how I remembered it too. It will not be the same because she did not make it.
Tipping my head back at the clear blue sky of the English summer, I sigh.
There is an unsettling feeling rustling deep in the pit of my stomach. The dull ache that brews and is gradually festering into an unspeakable sadness. I miss my wife, my children and most of all; I miss the life that we have built together.
Being back in England makes me feel like I have ventured to another planet. One that I am not a fan of. One that brings back sour memories.
Just at that moment, I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket as I lift my hips from the wall and find my phone. Lighting up the screen is a smiling picture of Sunny's face that signals an incoming call from my favourite person.
I don't even hesitate to answer the call as I sit on the wall and stare up at the sign that now has someone else's name painted over where June's was.
"Hey, Sunshine!" I try to insert as much joy into my voice as I can but I am struggling to make myself sound pepped up.
"Hey, husband... how is it? Are you there yet? Is your family okay?"
Her rush of questions causes my head to fall off into a bit of a spin but even so I take a deep breath and roll my lips to the side of my mouth.
"No... I haven't gone yet..."
The line falls deathly quiet for a moment and I take a deep breath before checking to see if the call is disconnected.
"Sunny?"
"H, you need to go, baby." Her voice is calm and restrained which is honestly a miracle considering I left her with four children, one of which is barely a week old. "You flew all that way, you need to go."
