The Sidemen Baby

Chapter 6

Trigger warning to the end: mention of blood and accidental cutting.

Harry's POV

We drove home after veronica's appointment. She had mild asthma, but the doctor said it would probably fade as she grew up. Miraculously, nothing else was too wrong. Josh's mum had given us two baby sweaters with bears on them. They used to be Josh's when he was about a year old, but because he was a preemie and was so little at a year, they fit her perfectly now.

We also found out that she was 3 months old and pretty small for what she's supposed to be, so we had to start doubling up of feeding times and nutrients. Her birthday was January 6, 2018. She was born on a Saturday and she was only about 5 pounds. The doctor got us access to her records from the hospital she was born at.

She was 5 pounds and 2 ounces and was born after a 28 hour labour. The mum only called herself Lucy and refused to provide them with any more information, and came in alone. She left with the baby before she filled out a birth certificate, but now that we were her new guardians, the doctor said that they'll send us one to fill out and we can be registered as her real parents.

ANYWAYS.

Josh and I finally got home at about 10 at night, and after almost a full day of driving we were exhausted. We opened the door and found all of the lights were out except the one in the kitchen. There were dim rays of light shining underneath the door and we could hear slow music playing in the kitchen.

We got Veronica to bed and I quietly pushed the kitchen door open.

Well Damn.

It smelled like steak and there were rose petals scattered everywhere. Vikk and JJ were swaying in a circle to the music, whispering cute things to each other.

Neither of them had noticed me yet, so I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed a (hopefully) leftover steak. It was as big as my face and smelled like heaven. I stole two forks and a steak knife and made it out again without being seen somehow.

I brought it up to Josh's room and plopped in his spare chair.

"So Vikk and JJ are being weird but they made food. Wanna share my steak and watch Netflix?"

He nodded tiredly and climbed onto his bed.

"Wait Harry can you grab the remote? It's under your butt."

I tossed it at him and climbed into bed beside him, pushing him over so I could fit. I poked him with the fork and sat the steak between us, stabbing at it with our knife.

He took the knife and cut it up into little pieces, like a dad would for a toddler.

I grinned up at him. "Daddy."

He whipped around to look at me and snarled. "I will fucking shove this steak down your throat until you choke and then I'll throw your body out the window."

I laughed and ate a piece. "Well whatever makes you accept it, Daddy."

He grabbed his pillow and was on top of me in a flash, with my legs pinned in between his and the pillow covering my head. He shuffled and rolled over so he was using me like a chair, With his head on the pillow.

"There. That is much better. Now, feed me, you couch."

I laughed and squirmed, trying desperately to push him off but failing badly.

"Josh you smell like old man!" I laughed hard. "And you look like one too!"

He reached down and started tickling me, making me jolt and squeal.

But I forgot something.

I was still holding the steak knife.

When my hands shot up to defend myself, the knife went with them and cut open his hand.

"OW! FUCK HARRY!! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO STAB ME TO GET ME OFF!! FUCK!!" He yelled and clambered off me. He wrapped his fist in his white shirt, the blood quickly dyeing the fabric with the red.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident!"

"I fucking swear Harry you were an accident!!" He struggled not to chuckle at his own joke and winced.

I gave him a tiny giggle and dragged him downstairs. "Well I was, but the other three siblings of mine were planned. Guess I was good enough for my parents to want copies of me."

I pulled him into the kitchen, interrupting JJ and Vikk while they were singing "Say you won't let go", by James Arthur (media), to each other. "Sorry about breaking the lovey-dovey-get-in-my-pants mood but I stabbed Josh and I need the first-aid kit."

They jumped apart and tried to play it off. "What? No mood here. I'm uh I'm just showing Vikk how to dance for his cousin's wedding." He gave me a little fake laugh. "We're trying to get him some pussy. You know. Break his dry spell."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah whatever. I don't give a shit right now. His blood is supposed to stay in his hand and the longer we sit here making up shitty excuses the more it's out of his hand and onto his clothes." I grabbed the ice pack and some heavy duty bandages before glancing at Josh.

"I'm uh.. Gonna need you to wash it..."

He winced at the thought and looked like he was going to strangle me.

Vikk, JJ and I finally got it to stop bleeding after an hour and bandages it up tight. We sent him off to bed before I looked at them.

"I don't care if you're gay or whatever. As long as you don't have sex in either my room, anywhere that we eat or in front of Veronica, fuck it up. I don't care. Condoms are in the third drawer of the TV stand." I waved them off and grinned at their tomato red faces.