One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He Denies Your Child //Harry//

"Why is my child on the floor?" You question Harry as you walk into the living room. Your 2 month old Carson was lying on her back on the carpet. There were no pillows, no blankets, nothing. To top it off, Harry sat back on the couch typing away on his phone. His attention was no where near trained on his daughter.
"Hellooooo?" You stomped over to him, waving your hand in front of his face. He lifted a finger to you, telling you to hold on. You looked at him as if he were crazy. You snatched his phone from him, which quickly caught his attention.
"Why'd you take my phone?" He demands trying to reach for it. You kept it away from him, reaching down to pick up Carson.
"The same reason you're not watching our daughter." You retort walking away from him.
"Give me my phone." He demands again walking after you.
"No." You purposely took his phone out checking who he was texting. When he saw this, he tried to wrestle the phone from you.
"You must be out of your damn mind." You growled as you pushed him back. How could he try to wrestle a phone from you when you held a infant, HIS infant in your arms. "Why are you so defensive?" You scanned over the texts as he stood there watching you. He shook his head looking at the ground.
She has me watching this kid that's not even mine. You read the text. You blinked a few times, reading the text again to make sure you hadn't read it wrong. You set the phone on the counter and walked out of the room.
"It was a joke..." Harry tries to say. He was guilty and he knew it.
"A joke?" You say calmy. "I'll show you a joke." You mumbled to yourself as you walked up the steps of the house.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Harry asks walking after you. You ignore him walking to Carson's room to place her in her crib for a nap. You walked over to the room you shared with Harry and began to take out his huge suitcase.
"Where are you going? Please don't leave... I'm sorry..." His eyes were starting to get watery. Well he should of thought of that before he tried to deny his daughter.
"Me? I'm not going anywhere. You on the other hand need to get the f.uck out my house." With that said you started packing all his belongings. He tried to plead with you not to kick him out. You simple pointed to the door and said "go."