Song of the chapter: History by One Direction🙃
"What do you mean you're leaving? What could be so important to you right now so you can just walk out?" Harry wondered to his boyfriend of 2 years.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but I need to do this," Louis said. "I hate to break up with you but need to focus on my scholarship so I can get a good job so I can support the both of us."
"Well now there's no need any more because there's no longer an us," Harry spat. "Obviously work is more important than me and that's great but if you want to break up now, I'm not doing this again later."
"I'm sorry, Hazza..."
"Just leave. I don't want to hear it." Harry showed Louis the door.
"Harry I don't want to end us like this," Louis tried to say, but Harry just closed
the door.
"I didn't want us to end like this either. I wish your dad cared a little more," he said to his flat belly. "I don't know, maybe he'll come to his senses eventually."
*~3 years later~*
"Daddy," came a whine from the hallway. Harry's 3 year old son, Milo, came walking out, hand in his pants. "It hurts."
"It does?" Harry asked, putting down his kitchen utensils. He walked over and knelt in from of Milo. "Can I see?"
Milo shook his head. "Well I can't find out why it hurts if you don't let me see."
Milo moved closer to Harry and took his hand away. "Here let's go to the couch." Harry picked his son up and brought him to the couch. He pulled his pants down before laying him down.
He carefully inspected, careful not to hurt Milo. "Do you have to go potty?" Milo nodded. "Okay come on."
Milo walked behind Harry as they walked to the bathroom. Harry lifted Milo on to the toilet. "Dada, it hurts!" Milo whined.
"Oh buddy," Harry said sympathetically. "I'm going to call the doctor and they can find out why it hurts so bad."
Harry helped his son clean his hands before letting him sit on the couch to watch a movie.
Harry called Milo's paediatrician. "Hello, I'm calling to schedule an appointment with Milo Styles' doctor."
"Okay, what's your name?" The lady asked.
"Harry Styles." There was a brief silence before she began talking.
"Okay so his paediatrician is all booked up for the next three weeks but we just recently got a new one if you'd like to see him. He isn't busy all day tomorrow."
"Okay can I make an appointment for tomorrow at shall we say nine am?"
"Perfect. I'll make that for you."
"Thank you."
"No problem. Have a good day."
"You too." Harry hung up his phone and shoved it in his back pocket. He walked over to where his son laid on the couch. "Hey, buddy. I'm making dinner right now so we'll eat then shower or bath then bedtime, okay?"
