Because of Oliver

Chapter 4: Second day without my son

"Oliver," I yelled flipping on the lights, "time to get up!"

He rolled over in his bed and pulled the covers over his head.

"Oliver," I said sternly. I walked over to his bed and yanked the covers off. "It's time for school!"

At the mention of school, he jumped out of bed cheering. I laughed and went to his closet to get something for him to wear. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a green, dinosaur t-shirt.

He slipped them on and I gave his his grey vans. He tugged on his shoes, but he had trouble tying his shoes. "Daddy?" he asked.

"Yeah, buddy?" I responded.

" Can you tie my shoes for me?" he asked stretching his feet towards me.

I knelt down in front of him and tied his shoes for him. "Time for breakfast, kiddo," I told him standing back up.

He giggled and ran out of the room to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked him as I walked into the kitchen.

"Pancakes!" he said excitedly, banging his fists on the table.

I laughed and gathered the ingredients, before heading over to the stove. I quickly made him and me some pancakes. I slid them onto plates and carried them to the table, setting a plate in front of my son and placing the other plate down in front of my seat.

"Yay!" he cheered putting a forkful of pancakes in his mouth.

"How do you like school, Buddy?" I asked him.

"Its so cool! And our teacher, Miss Bates, is really pretty," he replied blushing.

"Do you have a crush on your teacher?" I asked him ruffling his hair. I had only gotten a glimpse of Miss Bates yesterday.

Oliver blushed, pausing before stuffing his mouth with more pancakes.

I can't believe that Oliver is five! I remember taking him home for the first time. Many people that I came in contact with right after my son was born told me that I couldn't raise him alone. They told me that he needed a mother figure in his life, but I didn't want to share him with anyone. Ever since Brooke died, I have been very protective of Oliver. Time has flown by very quickly, and I have proved those people wrong. I can raise my son by myself. I don't need any help.

"Daddy," Oliver said waving a hand in front of my face, "It's time to go! We're going to be late!" Oliver jumped up from his chair and tan over to the door to grab his coat and knapsack.

I quickly packed his lunch in his dinosaur lunchbox and handed it to him.

Soon, we were at school. I dropped him off by the door.

"Bye, daddy!" my son said waving and dissapearing into the stream of students heading inside.

"Bye, Oliver," I said. I knew he wouldn't be able to hear me, but I said it anyways. I missed him already.

Living with someone for five years, then letting them go, its hard. I know that sound ridiculous, but I'm an over protective father, and I don't want to let the only piece of Brooke I have left go.

I headed over to the bakery I worked at now. It was called Sweet Surprise. It was pretty popular, probably because I worked there. I'm not being conceded, but there are still directioners out there.

"Good morning, Harold," Stacy greeted as I walked in the shop.

"Good morning, Stacy," I greeted back. Stacy was the owner of the bakery. She was a sweet, middle aged woman with fading dark brown hair and smiling blue eyes. She was married and had two kids, Nathan (24) and Matthew (18). Nathan and I were pretty good friends. Both of her sons worked at the shop.

"How are you, Harold?" she asked.

"I'm good, you?" I asked back.

"Just delightful," she replied, "How's Oliver?" I used to take Oliver here all the time when he was younger. Stacy and her husband, Abraham, were like his second parents. They loved him, and he loved them.

"He's OK," I told her tying on my apron.

"Does he like school?" she asked stirring a batter.

"Yes," I replied simply.

Work passed pretty quickly. The shop closed at 5, but my shift ended at 2:30. I liked working at the shop, it reminded me of my past.

I hopped in my car after my shift ended. I had to get some groceries, so I drove to the local supermarket to pick up what we needed.

After I checked out, I drove home quickly to put the groceries away before my son got out of school.

The clock read 3:00 as I drove up to the school. I was excited to see my son again.

I got out of my car and went inside. I searched the hallways for his classroom. Soon, I found it. I could hear the sound of children from the room. Other parents started walking in the classroom, so I followed them in.

I smiled at the warm room that was decorated with sea animals. My smile grew as I saw the children in the room. I scanned the room until my eyes landed on my son. My smile grew even more as I saw him interacting with the other kids.

His eyes lit up as he saw me. "Daddy!" he yelled running to me with his arms outstretched.

"Hey buddy," I said lifting him in my arms.

I was almost out the door when I heard Miss Bates say, "Mr. Styles!"

"Yes Miss Bates?" I answered.

"Please call me Paris," she said, "I hate it when people my age call me Miss Bates. It's so formal!"

I laughed. "Well, if I'm going to call you Paris, then you have have to call me Harry," I told her. She was so beautiful.

"It's about Oliver," she said.

I got worried as she said those words. What has he done now? Oliver was a pretty well behaved kid, but sometimes he can be very naughty. "Is everything ok?" I asked.

She laughed. Her laugh was gorgeous. "Nothing's wrong," she said.I sighed relieved. "I'd like to thank you," she blushed.

"For what?" I asked. She was gorgeous when she blushed.

"For Oliver," she said simply, "he's an amazing student."

"Your welcome. I'd like to thank you too," I said.

"For what?" she asked clueless.

"For teaching my son. I can tell you are a great teacher," I exclaimed.

"My pleasure," she told me.

"You're not from around here, are you?" I asked.

"I'm from Crescent City, California," she told me.

"I like California," I said nodding.

"I love it there," she replied.

"Do you miss it?" I questioned.

"Yes," she told me, "so very much."

"Do you want to hang out sometime?" I asked instinctively. Was I asking her out?

"I'd love to!" she exclaimed.

I gave her a sheet of paper that had my number on it. She smiled gratefully, and I left with my son. Do I like her?

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Author's Note:
MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!!!!!!
thought I would update for y'all :)
Does Harry like Paris? What do think?
Hope you have an awesome Christmas! :)
buh-bye loves :) <3