Piper ~ H.S

~Forty-Four~

A/N: Hi guys!! I'm in class lmao. I hope you guys are doing okay, and I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Moving into Harry's place has kept us so busy that the past week had whizzed by like a comet. But, it all paid off – because Piper & I were finally starting to settle in, now that the stress of moving all our things into Harry's house was over.

Piper was already in love with Harry's house by our second day in the place. For her, his home was so big that she really did believe that the three of us were living in some sort of castle together. But Harry & I didn't really bother to correct her on it – because we both agreed it was something that was just too adorable for the two of us to spoil. So, we just decided to go with it. Harry's house was huge, anyways – it even felt like a castle to me, sometimes – coming from a cheap flat that I was sharing with my daughter and my best friend.

Piper absolutely loved exploring Harry's house – and especially the garden. She was just so fascinated by the garden, the way it was terraced and how it was surrounded by all sorts of different plants. She's even started calling it a "fairy garden", because she actually thinks it looks so magical that she's just convinced there are fairies living there somewhere. And even though we've already been here for a week, she still can't stop running around Harry's house, because she was still so excited about it all.

"Piper!" I made my way up the second flight of stairs and looked towards both ends of the hallway while I searched for my daughter, "Piper, darling, where are you?"

I pushed open the door to the master bedroom – and my eyes immediately widened as I saw Piper standing on her tiptoes and going through Harry's drawers.

Oh, no...

Please don't tell me our condoms are in there somewhere...

I was just about to stop her when she suddenly pulled something out of the drawer she was rummaging through – and I let out a huge gasp as soon as I realized what it was: a pair of Harry's Calvin Klein briefs.

"Piper, put those back!" I rushed over to her, "Those belong to Harry, not you!"

"What is this, mummy?" She held up the briefs and cocked her head to the side at them curiously.

"Oh Piper, they're..." I let out a sigh – totally blank on how to explain it to her, "look, please just put them back. You can't go through Harry's things without his permission. It's not nice."

"Is it clothes?" She went on – acting as if I hadn't even spoken.

"Ugh, yes Piper – they're clothes," I bit my lip, "now please give them to mummy so I can put them back," I held out my hand, "come on, now. Harry might not like it if he finds out you've been making a mess of his drawers."

"I've never seen him wear this," she went on, "when does he wear it?"

"He wears it every day, but under his clothes. That's why you can't see it," I explained to her hurriedly, "Piper, please put them back."

"Why does he have so many?" She pulled out another pair of briefs – and I was really starting to freak out inside.

"Because he needs that many," I replied, "Piper, please stop going through Harry's things," I told her more firmly.

"Why do they all have floppy bits at the front?" Piper asked, "They look like kangaroo pouches."

I really had to stop myself from gawping at her. She did not need to know why Harry's underwear is so spacious at the front.

"Alright, I'm taking them away from you now," I eased the briefs out of her hands and put them both back in Harry's drawer, "no more looking through Harry's drawers without his permission, OK Piper?"