Harry stared at the door as he was stated on the couch, he was fidgety and nervous. He was honestly worried, what if he has to take care of Azriah? He doesn't know anything about besides her age and how she's allergic to chocolate. He still hasnt taken his eyes off the door and he doesn't realize his daughter is calling him.
"daddy?" she squeaked holding up two fingers, indicating she was talking to Harry who's labeled as daddy two, Harry snapped his head towards her and she sat on the floor in front of him.
"Yeah, twin?"
"daddy?" She asked, now holding up one finger, talking about Louis.
"He went to the uh..the park." Harry answered, unsure if Louis really went to the park or something, but Azriah doesn't need to know that her dad is upset.
"oh!" She smiled, show the tiny teeth she had. Harry smiled back at her and she crawled onto his lap, poking at his cheek where his dimple is.
"dimple." He said, Azriah furrowed her eyebrows at him and he chuckled, "say dimple?"
Azriah just giggled at the word, she can't pronounce it but she can hear it and she thinks its a funny sounding word.
"Guess not, you'll learn yeah?" Harry said, poking the girl in her stomach, she grabbed his finger and held it tightly in her small hands and it reminds Harry of the night she was born, holding his index finger in her tiny hands.
"Merp." She hummed, Harry looked at her and laughed loudly, this was the most loudest he's ever laughed in a while.
"Merp?" He chuckled, Azriah laughed along just because she saw him laughing, then she made a cat like noise that made Harry laugh even harder.
He repeated her meow and then she started shouting and he did the same until it all started to sound like loud screeching gibberish.
Then Louis slowly walked in the door, silently standing and watching the two have a screaming match.
And he has to admit, this was a sight worth seeing.
"Blah!" Azriah screamed.
"Blaaaaah!" Harry screamed back, dragging out his.
"Uh, blah?" Louis chuckled, covering his mouth to hide the smile that's grown on his face.
Harry turned back to see Louis and he still had that goofy grin on his face, "Louis.." He breathed out.
"Hi.." Louis mumbled.
"Hi." Harry said softly, setting Azriah on the couch and standing up, walking over to Louis who was now standing by the kitchen.
"I don't wanna fight with you, I'm really sick of that." Louis spoke up. Harry nodded in agreement, "I'm sorry."
"I want you to quit your job, you're living with me now and I haven't put any of your stuff away since you left, I'll buy you new clothes if you want. Just don't go." Harry said, placing his hands on Louis' arms.
"Harry I-"
"You like it, don't you?" Harry asked him only to receive a blank stare, "You like it when they touch you and hit you.."
"Don't put shit on me just because..I like.."
"You don't actually like it..do you?" Harry asked Louis.
Louis looked down and shook his head, "I hate it..they're all so greasy and..they almost kill me. Its like they don't even care about limits."
"They want your body, Lou." Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around Louis' waist and pulling him closer to his body,"this..slim, petite little body of yours." He murmured, looking down at their bodies clung together.
