~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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The clock on Harry's side of the bed reads 3:55 am and yet the two of us are wide awake still.
Harry got back home yesterday morning after taking a red-eye flight back from England. Since then, he has been abnormally quiet.
I guess that is to be expected given his short stint in the UK and how it ended.
More than once since he has been back, I have caught Harry sitting in a secluded corner of the house alone while flicking through the box of things his father had left him. Whenever I see him doing this, I distract the children and leave him to have a moment to himself to remember his dad.
It's hard though because of course Harry is struggling the most, but already Rory and Nola are getting confused as to why their daddy is so down since coming home.
He is barely sleeping, not eating a huge amount, barely holding conversations and generally just being really quiet and sombre. This is why we are laying next to each other on the bed; facing one another with Juniper laying between us since she has just fallen back to sleep after crying out loudly.
Harry clears his throat.
"How did you know you loved me?"
I turn my head slightly on the pillow, Juni lying between us peacefully in the middle of the night. I had just finished feeding her and sent her back to sleep which is why she is in our bed with us in the middle of the night.
"What?" I ask with a slight hint of humour in my voice.
Running his index finger down the middle of Juniper's face, Harry traces the curve of her tiny nose and then her ever so slightly puckered lips.
"How did you know you loved me?"
I frown, tucking my arm up under my head as I watch him be so entranced by our daughter.
"I don't understand,"
"What was it?" He mutters, not yet looking up at me. "That made you love me? Was it one specific thing or?-"
"No,"
I shake my head on the pillow, scooting closer and hooking my leg over his as I wind our bodies together.
Harry has been rejecting food, drink, sleep and conversation but one thing he never pushed away was me. Or the affection I am so used to experiencing with him.
"No, it wasn't one specific thing and it's still not. You're just easy to love, H."
His lips scrunch and his eyebrows follow suit to form a furrow of disbelief. "I don't think that's true."
