Daddy Cool *larry au* (mpreg)

Two

"Papa?" Emily asked as Harry tucked her into bed. Harry smiled kindly and nodded.

"Yes, Em?" He questioned. Emily rubbed her eyes tiredly and snuggled up with a stuffed bunny on her bed.

"Why don't we see Daddy anymore?" She asked quietly. "I miss Daddy and Dani!"

Harry sighed. "Daddy's been working a lot, lovey. Maybe he can come to your footie game tomorrow?" Lies. He never came.

"Pinkie promise you'll call and ask him?" Emily asked quietly, holding out her tiny pinkie. Harry chuckled and linked his large one with hers, nodding his head.

"I'll call him right now," Harry said, leaning down and kissing Emily's forehead. "Goodnight, babe."

Emily smiled. "Goodnight, Papa." She replied. Harry smiled at her before getting up off her bed and walking out of the room, shutting off her light so only the nightlight in the corner was illuminating the room.

He then walked down the hallway and checked on Katie-who was sound asleep with Daisy in her arms-before quietly going downstairs and searching around for his phone.

Once he found it he picked it up and called Louis. It rang and rang until finally going to voicemail.

"Hey, it's Louis. Leave a message and I'll hit you up later."

The machine beeped. "Uh, hey," Harry greeted awkwardly. "I know I ask every Friday, but Emily has a game tomorrow morning and I was thinking maybe you'd want to come? Without Danielle, though. This is your chance to make up for last week. I can text you the address if you want...so yeah. Bye."

He hung up, sighing and running his fingers through his long curly locks.

+

"Is Daddy here, Papa?" Emily asked, squinting her eyes as the March sunshine beamed down on them. Harry looked around and kept a fake smile on his lips.

"Not yet, lovey." Harry replied, watching as Katie clung onto him, also looking around for her Daddy.

"Daddy," Katie whined, clutching onto Harry more. Harry twisted his mouth, watching as Emily let go of his hand and walked toward the rest of her team.

"Cmon, bug," Harry urged under his breath, walking back toward the outside of the field. "Let's watch Emmy play, hm?"

Katie leaned her head against his chest as he stood at the sidelines, watching Emily run out onto the field. "Katie, look! There's Emmy!" Harry said enthusiastically, pointing toward where she was on the field. Katie whined in return, the tiny girl not happy about getting woken up so early on a Saturday morning.

"Harry!"

Harry turned around to find Louis jogging up to him, messy hair in his face as he stopped right next to him, panting.

"Hey," He said breathlessly, running a hand through his hair. "Hey, I made it."

Harry raised an eyebrow at Louis' joggers and Adidas sweatshirt, socks and sandals on his feet. "I can see that." He mumbled. Katie turned her head to see who her Papa was talking to.

"Daddy!" She squealed, making grabby hands toward him. Louis took the tiny girl out of Harry's arms and brought her into his own. Harry sighed, putting his hands on his hips.

"Hi, love," He greeted as Katie clung onto him the same way she clung onto Harry.

"You're late," Harry mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Louis raised an eyebrow, almost looking amused.

"The game hasn't even started yet, Harry. They're practicing." Louis pointed out. Harry rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Katie!" A little girl ran up in front of Louis, looking up at her. "Play?"