Harry's POV
I pushed away the duvet, stirring as I made my way down the steps in a groggily manner.
I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Who is it?" I mumbled, my hand gripping the handle of the door.
I looked through the peephole of the door, the figure facing backwards.
I sighed, pulling the door open and popping my head out. I was blinded by the brightness, squinting as I tried to place a name on the unknown person standing before me.
Her long brown hair cascaded in layers over her shoulder, familiar hazel eyes meeting mine. Her pink lips curved upwards into a smile, fingers fiddling with the end of her denim jacket.
"L-Lo..?" I whispered in bewilderment.
"Harry." She said, looking up at me with that picturesque expression.
She looked better than I could possibly remember, her eyes peered into mine, head slightly cocking left.
"You alright?" She giggled breaking my thoughts. I was too surprised to even notice I was staring at her with the same dumbfounded look.
"Oh. Y-yeah." I stuttered, nodding my head vigorously. "I just can't believe you're back home..."
"Neither can I..."
I opened the door wider, revealing my bare chest. She stood there hesitantly, eyeing me before stepping in.
"You've definitely done something with this place." She laughed looking at the now painted walls decorated with a few pieces of furniture.
"Yeah. My girlfriend did it." I spoke nonchalantly.
"Girlfriend? " Logan smiled, her body obviously tensing.
"Im teasing." I laughed.
Logan rolled her eyes, turning to face me. "Haz.. I didn't really come here to pay a visit."
"Then why else would you be here?" I inquired.
She bit her lip, looking at me hesitantly.
"I..You..." She stammered, struggling to find the proper words.
"What is it?"
"Harry..." She began, looking at me with watering eyes. "You have a daughter..."
Logan's POV
The smile on his face slowly began to disappear, a look of bewilderment took over hus features.
"A..a daughter?" He questioned, mouth slightly ajar.
I nodded my head vigorously, brushing away the few strands
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
