Lyric's POV
Harry sat in front of me, holding onto my hands as if they were the only things holding him to reality. We were sat on his bunk, where I'd stayed throughout the rest of the day with Lou until I was ready to talk to my boyfriend.
"Harry," I started, "I know you didn't cheat, and I should've known it was a fake from the moment I saw it, but I guess that just goes to show that I am as insecure as everyone thinks. I love you, Hazza, and the thought of losing you kills me. I was stupid to think anything other than the fact that you were with me the day they said you were with that girl. I was stupid to believe a damn tabloid, I was stupid enough to not listen to you, I was stupid enough to make you leave. Harry, that's the last thing I ever want. Even if I'm completely pissed off and yelling at you that I hate you, all I ever want you to do is hug me and kiss me and tell me you love me because I love you and I never want to lose you. I knew something like this would happen, someone would make up some story about us and I thought I was prepared for the worst, but I wasn't. And seeing that, while you weren't there, it ripped me apart. I can't live without you, Harry, I don't know how to," I whispered, leaning my forehead against his.
He pecked my lips, "I'm sorry you had to go through that while I wasn't with you, Lyric. I don't care that you jumped to the wrong conclusions and you stormed off. It doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is that you believed me, you believed me and you came to your senses and you didn't leave. You didn't take my pride and joy out of my life and I am so happy you didn't, because I love you more than anything in the world," he told me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped me in a tight hug, kissing me passionately. "I love you, Harry, so much," I breathed when he pulled away.
"I love you, more," he smirked.
I giggled, "If you say so," I said sarcastically.
He nuzzled my cheek with his nose, "Go have Lou help you get ready for tonight. I'm taking you out," he told me, planting sweet kisses along my neck.
I let out a soft moan and moved my head to the side to grant him more access. I felt him smiling against my skin every time his lips came in contact with my skin. My eyelids fluttered closed and my fingers wound themselves through his curls.
"Lyric! Harry! Your son is coming into the room! You best be decent!" Louis called before the door opened.
I hadn't realized Harry had pulled me into his lap, or that his hands were under my shirt. I blushed but Harry kept his hands on my back.
"Kale, do you want to help Daddy get ready for his date with Mummy tonight?" he asked.
Kale's face lit up, "Mummy no mad at Daddy no moes?" he exclaimed.
I chuckled and shook my head, "Mummy's not mad at Daddy," I assured.
"Yay! Kale get stay wif Ou and Ayn and Iam and Iall and Daddy!" he exclaimed jumping up and down.
I giggled, "You'd never have to leave Daddy or Lou, or Zay, or Lili, or Ni," I promised.
Kale hugged my leg and then pushed me out of Harry's lap. "You go, Mummy! Me help Daddy," he said.
I giggled and grabbed my bags, heading out with Louis to get ready for a date with the most perfect boyfriend in the world.
~•~•2~•~•hours~•~•later~•~•
I smiled and giggled as Louis spun me around in my pink flowy dress in front of the three other boys and my son. The dress spun out around me and the boys wolf-whistled playfully.
"Gorgeous!" Niall called.
"Absolutely beautiful!" Liam exclaimed.
"I may be jealous!" Zayn teased with a wink.
