H.S | When The Flash Fades | First book

Chapter 32. Puzzle

I just wanna be happy. Not confused, not hurt, not stressed, just happy.
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You're nestled in bed with Harry as the tour bus rumbles towards the next concert venue.

"You really shouldn't be here" you mumble as Harry wakes up.

Harry ignores you "what are you doing?"

You laugh "Nothing."

Harry rests his head on your chest while glancing at your phone "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

"Yeah, Harry, I'm pregnant." you say sarcastically.

Harry looks up at you with seriousness "You can't joke about that stuff."

You laugh "Seriously?"

"I kinda need you to say it..."

You scroll down to the next baby video "Say what?"

Harry takes your phone and playfully hides it behind his back "That I'm not going to be a dad!"

You laugh "You're so stupid."

"Say it."

"You're my daddy." you joke while both of you burst out laughing, and fake throw up.

Harry laughs "You didn't just say that."

"My Dilf..." you say still laughing.

"Yours, yes. Dilf one day." he winks at you.

"Give me my babies back." you say laughing and take your phone back.

Harry lays down beside you "I can put a baby in you."

You laugh "Boy, you need to chill."

"I'm just saying, I could be a great dad."

You playfully push him "Stop it, we're not even fully adults yet."

Harry acts hurt, grabbing his chest where his heart is "Ouch, right in the commitment issues."

You smirk "Maybe once you prove you can handle being a plant dad, we can talk about human babies."

Harry rolls his eyes "I've got some serious plant parenting skills. What are you talking about?!"

You spit out a laugh "Yeah, right you killed Bob."

Harry acts confused even though he knows exactly who you are talking about "Who?"

You smile and roll your eyes "Come on...it was one weekend where i had to work so i just asked you to water Bob ONCE maybe twice if he was really dry."

"Oh, we're talking about plant Bob, Bob?"

"Yeah, we are but you wouldn't care."

"Hey! that was a very sudden and traumatic death for the whole family!"

You hold your hand over your mouth, trying to stop yourself from laughing.

"Please don't blame this on me! I won't be able to take it." Harry says dramaticly.

"FINE! I don't blame you!"

"Do you want to have babies with me?" Harry says smiling.

You roll your eyes not answering.

Harry gasps "OMG! You do! How many?"

"No! none!"

"Lie!"

"Fine, i do want kids but it depends on the person i have the kids with"

"So if it was with me how many?" he asks.