This chapter isn't sad, or not as sad as the other chapters. I enjoyed this part. :)
Harry woke up from his sleep, pushing the dark blue covers away from him. He ran his fingers through his hair and stood up yawning. Looking at the time on his alarm clock which he never used, on the bed stand next to his bed he noticed it was 1:00PM. "Shit." Harry cursed. His daughter was coming today, and she was going to be here soon. Harry slipped on his skinny all black jeans, his boots and a light blue fannel shirt, he fixed his hair and pushed his curls out of his face. He heard the doorbell ring as he washed the sticky products off his hands. He jogged downstairs and opened the door to see his daughter standing there, with a barbie backpack on and her mother walking away as quickly as possible. "Nice to see you too." Harry called and laughed at how fast she left. "Daddy!" Darcy said hugging her fathers legs. "Nice to see you too, love." Harry said reaching down to pick Darcy up. "I missed you." She said burying her head into his chest. "I missed you too." Harry replied kissing her cheek. Looking outside he saw the camera lights flashing. "Fucking paps." Harry mumbled to himself closing the door with his leg. "How long are you going to be here?" Harry asked his daughter walking into the living room and setting her down into the red couch. "3, 4 days? I don't know mum didn't even want to talk to me the whole ride here. " Darcy said. "Oh." Harry responded. "Do you want something to eat?" Harry asked. "Yes I'm starving." Darcy replied rubbing her stomach and pouting her bottom lip. "Do you want me to order something, or make something?" Harry asked her. "Make!" She replied. "Well, then it's going to take longer." Harry responded. "But I'm starving!" Darcy pouted. "Well go eat something in the fridge right now. I'll start cooking." Harry said. "Okay." She responded following her father to the kitchen. Opening the big fridge and taking her time to look in it. "Darcy, the door is see through." Harry chuckled putting a pot of water to start boiling. He opened the spaghetti packages, trying to see how much he would need. "You need 2 packages." Darcy smiled at him as she pulled out a bucket of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and grabbed a spoon. "Don't eat all of it, or you won't save any room for dinner." Harry said putting in the 2 packages of spaghetti into the boiling water. "Yeah, yeah." Darcy said rolling her eyes as she walked into the living room and sat on the couch, turning on the flat screen TV.
Harry chuckled. His attention was faced to the door when he heard a familiar knock. It was Louis.
Louis never rang the doorbell, he always knocked. "I'll get it." Darcy said walking over to the front door. Louis seemed surprised to see her but happy. "Uncle Louis!" Darcy said hugging Louis waist. "Hi Darcy." Louis smiled hugging her back. "Is your father here?" Louis asked tucking the sides of her hair behind her ears. "He's in the kitchen." She said smiling at him. Louis kissed her forehead then walked towards the kitchen to see Harry chopping up chicken on the wooden cut board. "Hi." He said. "Hey." Louis replied. "I came to ask if you are really actually going to the award show." Louis said. "Yeah, I am. I'm bringing Darcy though. When is it?" Harry asked him not even looking Louis way. He was focused on cooking. "It's in 2 days." Louis said quietly. Harry looked up at him. "Well, I guess I better get an outfit." Harry chuckled as he grabbed the chicken pieces he cut up and put them in a pan with Alfredo sauce. "You'll look great in anything anyways." Before Louis could close his mouth he realized what he had said. Harry was smirking directly at him. "I mean- you'll look good in anything- no not like that- I-" Louis blushed. "Louis, I get it." Harry laughed. Louis was red when Darcy walked into the room and sat on the stool. "So, are you two dating?" Darcy asked taking a spoon of cookie dough ice cream from the tub. "What-" Louis was even redder then before. "Darcy, shush." Harry scolded her. "It's fine, Harry." Louis said looking at him. "Food's going to be ready, so I suggest you get a plate." Harry told Darcy. "Can Louis eat with us?" Darcy asked smiling at him. "If he wants to." Harry said. "Uh- yeah, sure." Louis assured them. "Yay!" Darcy said getting the newly washed plates from the dishwasher. "Louis, you don't have to." Harry smiled. "No, it's alright. I'm pretty hungry anyways." Louis said taking a seat on the black stool near the counter. Harry smiled a warm smile at him. Darcy had bought plastic red plates, and forks. She put them on the dinner table.
