"What am I supposed to wear?"
"Business casual."
"Would this be okay?"
"No, a miniskirt is not appropriate."
"But I have nothing else!"
My mom looked at me for a long time, then smiled and nodded knowingly. "I think I have something that might work."
I plopped down on the end of the bed and checked my phone- still nothing from Harry. No texts, calls, or voicemails. Not even an email.
"Still nothing from Mister Broody?"
I looked sadly at my mom. "Nope."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. He'll come around."
"But it's not just him," I explained with a frown. "I miss James. I want to hear how he's doing, too."
"Just call Harry, silly girl. He might be angry but he won't ignore a call from you, he still loves you."
She set the plain blue dress on the bed next to me and kissed my head, then left me alone with my thoughts.
Should I give in? Should I be the one to break or was I supposed to let him apologize?
Finally, I decided on the former.
Harry answered on the very last ring. "Hello?"
"Oh gosh, did I wake you? You sound sleepy."
"I'm at home with a fussy one year old who misses his mum," he answered shortly. "Of course I'm tired."
"Oh." My head fell and I let out a deep breath. "Yeah. Sorry."
I could tell he was sitting up in bed because I heard the little groan that always slipped from his lips, and I smiled as I heard the sound of him yawning. He was so cute, even when he was tired and mad at me. I still loved him like crazy.
"How was the flight?"
I perked up a little at his question. "It was good. No sick people around me but there was a baby that was a few months old. She was really cute."
"Is that what you want next?" He asked with a small chuckle. "A girl?"
"At this point I'd be happy with anything," I replied quietly. "My mom says there's a world-renowned gynecologist whose office is here, and apparently she knows him personally from a court case she worked on a long time ago."
Harry's side of the line was quiet for a minute, but then I heard the shower turn on and the sound of the TV echoing behind him.
"Are you going to see him?"
"I'm not sure. What do you think?"
"I don't know. I don't want you to, but I could understand why you would."
I flopped back on the bed and hugged a pillow close to my chest, my chin resting on the corner as I pretended it was Harry's hard shoulder, or his muscular back if he was being moody that night.
"I miss you," I said simply. "And James. How is he?"
"He's good. I swear he tried to say 'mummy' yesterday but it just turned into pouting, as usual. But it was pretty fucking cute to watch."
"How come he waited until I was gone to do that?"
"Because he's just like his daddy- he wants you at home. And he misses your tits."
I sighed. "Oh Harry, that was almost romantic."
"Really?"
"Almost."
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birds // hs
Fanfictiona grown man with unholy desires + a young girl just looking for a summer job = a tumultuous relationship filled with long nights, badly-kept secrets, and lots of clichés harry styles mature [daddy!kink and age difference]