Harry Sickfics {L.S}

I'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone

It's 4.30pm on a Friday night, Harry's running on 2.5 hours sleep. In his left arm sits his screaming 5 month old whilst in his right arm he stirs the beef and vegetable stew hes making for his little angels. At the huge, grey, rustic dining table sits 7 year old Mishka who is perched on the very end of the bench covered head to toe in pink and gold glitter which is stuck to his school uniform by an array of glues and paints. His golden, curly locks drape over his bright blue eyes which are mesmerised by the beautiful artwork he is creating. Around the kitchen run two naked two year olds who chase the family's Great Dane, Milo. Milo continues to bark as the twins pull on his tail then they collapse, giggles racking through their little bodies. How Evan and Elijah even became naked is a mystery, Harry swears he dressed them before he picked up the other kids from school 45 minutes ago. Oh, not to mention the twins are also drenched in mud from playing in the garden so it looks like they'll need a bath after dinner.

Harry looks out of the window into their luscious green garden just as he's finishing up the stew. To the left of the patio holds the wooden play area that was a joint present for the children last year. It holds steps, monkey bars, a small den, swings and a bright yellow slide. At the top of the twisting slide sits his babygirl, 4 year old India. She is the most precious thing. Her dark brown curls glisten in the late September sun and her lips turn into the cutest pout whist she debates whether to slide down or not. She looks around, her dopey green eyes catching Harry's through the window and her mouth spans out into the largest toothy grin. He raises his thumb at her through the glass and just then she pushes herself off, down the slide. Her small frame flies down the plastic slide and Harry now knows this isn't going to end well. India lands on her bum at the bottom of the slide with a thump he can feel from here. Immediately she begins sobbing, fresh tears stream down her plump cheeks.

Harry sighs, he swiftly places down a quietly crying Teighan in the high chair next to Mish and begins to jog out the of the French doors leading to the garden. As soon as he steps foot in the garden however, he sees the back of India's head running into the conservatory. She's very embarrassed bless her. Harry and Louis have been pushing her to be more independent as she relies highly on her fathers for help in everything. She finally had the courage to go down the slide on her own but she's ended up hurting herself. Just as Harry turns to head into the conservatory to go after India, he hears a deafening squeal from 5 month old Teighan, India will have to wait a few minutes. He runs inside to find Elijah trying to stick his dirty fingers into Teighan's mouth. 

"Elijah Aster Tomlinson get your dirty hands away from your sisters mouth right now" Harry shouts whilst he tries to catch his breath he lost from the last minute of running out and back into the house. A small "Sorry Papa Evan told me to do it" emerges from his pink lips. Harry doesn't care for excuses he marches past the island to the table and picks up the still butt naked Eli he then turns on his heel and scoops up Evan from where he was sitting on the tiled floor. With a kiss to both Teighan's and Mishkas heads, Harry turns the stew down and stalks off to the bathroom with an excited yet mucky twin on each hip. 

Harry arrives in the bathroom and places the boys on the bathroom floor, quickly, he then runs a warm soapy sink full of water. First he picks up Evan and scrubs his tiny hands clean then, his little face. The rest of him will have to wait till after they've eaten. Questioning eyes look up at him as he places Evan down "Papa?" "yes baby?" He grabs Eli and begins to clean him up. "Is Daddy coming home today?" Harry freezes, it's really tough for him to think about his beautiful husband that he misses so much. It's been 4 days since he went away on his work trip and Harry is barley coping without him. He hasn't spoken to anyone but his five kids in 4 days, he's sure he hasn't showered either. He's had to deal with countless tantrums and a couple of arguments without his Louis and Harry doesn't know how many more he can deal with. Harry just loves him so much he needs him to be with him everyday, always.
"Soon baby" he eventually gets out. "But today?" Elijah goes onto ask "No baby not today, 6 more days and Daddy's home"
Christ 6 more days, Harry is struggling to cope, he doesn't know if he can do 6 more.