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𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗝𝗨𝗜𝗖𝗘 ! ✿⎯⎯
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 he meets the most
perfect person he's ever had
the chance to be acquainted
with and yet fate keeps
playing it's game with them.
𝐎𝐑
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 harry styles meets
darlene wi...
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𝕬 loud crying erupts over the baby monitor disturbing Harry's peaceful slumber, he groans flipping over in the bed and rubbing his eyes incessantly.
"Mhm", a hand shoves his shoulder so hard that he almost falls to the floor, still half asleep.
"Huh", he shoots up on the bed and finally tears his eyes open to squint at Darlene sleeping on his right, her face scrunched and eyes still shut, trying to shove the pillow over her head.
"Baby", he hushes, pushing at her shoulder mindlessly but she shoves his hand away.
"Fuck off", she mumbles hiding her face with the pillow.
He sighs, getting out of bed and shuffling out of the room to go check on Cecilia.
Walking through the nursery door, her cries get louder — way too loud for such an early hour in the morning — and exhales, moving up to her cradle.
He takes her out of her cot and gently holds her close to his chest, sniffing her backside but finding no stench.
He waves his finger close to her mouth — she usually sucks on anything that nears her when she's hungry — but she only pouts and looks up at him with watery blue eyes.
God, those eyes.
"What happened, bub? Not hungry?", he touches his forehead to hers but she continues sniffling and staring into his eyes with a glazed stare.
She looks over his shoulder for a second and her chin wobbles as her face scrunches up and another sob escapes her tiny body.
Harry's pulls her close to him, his brows knitted, and rubs her back soothingly bumping her slowly against his hip.
"It's okay, just a bad dream. I'm here, my love", he walks around the nursery, her soft cries breaking his heart every time she utters them in his arms.
She holds onto his shoulders like life support, her head lain on his shoulder as he steps around the space humming the melody of a song he's been working on this past week.
"Humph", she softly murmurs, fisting his tshirt between her small fingers.
"That's right. You like that? I'll play so many songs for you tomorrow", he whispers conspiratorially as if it's their own little secret.
Might as well be, considering the fact that he still hasn't played anything new for Darlene yet.
He just . . . . really wants her to hear the finished product.
"I heard that".
Harry jumps, startled and glances over his shoulder to find Darlene leaning against the doorframe — she's wearing one of his favourite hoodies that she now claims as hers and a pair of grey sweatpants, her hair tucked behind her ears and eyes quiet but curious in the way they gaze upon him standing with their daughter in his arms.
She shakes her head, approaching him.
He smiles, her hand coming up to softly caress the back of Cecilia's head, the baby immediately turning back to look at her mother.
"Bad dream again, princess?", she tickles under Cecilia's arm which makes the baby giggle.
Finally, Darlene looks up at Harry with a raised brow.
"Still no new music for me, huh?".
He grins, shrugging.
"You'll get there".
She rolls her eyes, kissing Cecilia's cheek.
"Let's take her to our room".
Harry hums following her when she turns, walking them both back in their room.
*** just a quick update today for harry's 30th birthday, i love you all sooo much happy belated new year 🥹🫶🏼
