Devotion [h.s]

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UHM HAPPY 500k TO MALIGNANT LIKE WTF???!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I opened my tired eyes to let the light into my orbs. The sounds of birds chirping and the warmth of laying between the blankets was enough to make me want to stay in bed forever. But being a mother meant that was never possible.

I looked to my left and saw that Harry wasn't there, it was just the empty side of the mattress where he once laid.

My eyes focused on the clock, seeing it was a half past nine.

Woah, I got to sleep in? Usually Briar wakes up at seven on a good day. I stretched a bit and sat up, rubbing my eyes and yawning. All I was wearing was a pair of Harry's boxers and my bra because I tend to get really warm in my sleep.

I pry myself out of bed, grabbing my short black robe and placing it on my shoulders, tying it around me. I crossed my arms and shuffled quietly out to the washroom, seeing how I look like a crazy person in the mirror by my bedhead and bags under my eyes. I threw my hair up in a ponytail and brushed my teeth, placing my toothbrush back in the holder next to Harry and Niall's.

I leave the bathroom and head down the stairs of the quiet house, my feet tapping the floorboards being the only noise. I walk through the empty living room in search for Harry, knowing he was around her somewhere.

I turned into the kitchen to see Harry standing there, shirtless in his black adidas pants. He had Briar laying in his left arm, holding the bottle of milk to her lips to feed her.

I stopped in my track, taking in the view. I leaned against the threshold, watching him as he hasn't realized I was standing here yet.

Briar stated up at Harry with her big green eyes, sucking on the bottle he held for her. He smiled at her, the dimples carved in his cheeks. I bit my lip, trying to control my own smile because this sight was something to die for.

This man was covered in tattoos, his arms inked and his chest a mural. His piercing was clamped on his lip while his dark curly brown hair was pushed back out of his face. He was definitely the sexiest man on this planet, and despite all this 'badassery' he contains from his appearance, he was holding a beautiful baby girl. They contrasted so much, but in the best way possible.

"Good morning." I broke the silence and walked up to them, making Harry look up at me.

"Good morning baby." He leans forward a bit and I step on my tippy toes to meet for a peck. Our lips make that smacking noise when pulling back, his smile glowing when we part.

"What time did she get up? I didn't even hear her." I kiss her forehead while walking to the fridge.

"Mm about forty five minutes ago." He says while looking down at her.

"Well thanks for grabbing her." I smile, taking out some orange juice.

Harry takes the empty bottle out of her mouth and places it on the counter, propping her up so she was straight against his chest and nearly head level with him.