Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Sixty-Eight.

You act like it's you against the world but it's really you against yourself.

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Peter James Styles, born on April 17th 2017, weighing 3 kilos being just 49cm tall.

He couldn't be more perfect. So little and adorable, with his tiny little hands and tiny little fingers, holding my long adult finger so tight. His tiny little feet with his tiny little toes, kicking the bed in excitement. His tiny thin blonde locks were shinning with the light of the room.

“Harry! You should be getting him dressed or he’ll catch a cold!” – Drea stepped into the room.

I was so lost in a little bubble, lying in bed while playing with my son after his bath, that I forgot about the world outside and what I was supposed to be doing.

“Sorry.” – I sat up and grabbed the little pair of socks I had chosen from the drawer.

We were going to a birthday party today at the mansion. It was Heather’s birthday.

“He’s your new toy you can play with, isn't he ?” – Drea helped me sitting him up so I could get him dressed.

“I can’t help it, he’s adorable and I think he just smiled at me.” – I grinned.

She snorted. – “He’s too young to know how to smile, Harry.”

“He’s four months old, Drea. He probably can see us clearly, by now.” – I grabbed the tiny little white hairbrush and brushed his ever so tiny blonde hair.

Peter had his mother’s eyes but I’m sure he will have my hair. I was blonde too when I was little and my mum tells me he looks like me. I bet he’ll have curly hair just like me.

So I win.

 I placed him in his egg and grabbed my wallet and the car keys.

“Baby, wait a second. I can’t find his dummy.”

“Mummy is clumsy.” – I said while covering Peter with a blanket.

“I heard that.” – Drea put the dummy on the baby’s mouth. – “There. He’ll be entertained for a few hours.”

I swooped my arm around the egg’s handle and lifted it up.

Drea locked the door behind her and checked if she had everything. Purse, the baby bag and her phone.

“You know, as much as I love our son, I think we should leave him with your mother or maybe Liam and Sophia so we can have a day to ourselves.” – We got into the elevator.

“Hm I dunno Harry. I’m still a bit tired of everything and my body hasn’t returned to its normal figure.” – She was silly. She was perfect that way for me, I couldn’t ask for more.

“I get it but I miss you.” – I pouted.

“Aw.” – She hugged me carefully, or I’d drop the baby. – “I miss you too.” – We kissed until the elevator stopped.

I truly missed her. Don’t get me wrong, I love my son but being alone with Drea is something I miss. And sleep. Yes, I miss sleeping a lot. I sleep in my bed again – Thank God – but it’s not the same thing.

Peter can’t go three hours without crying at night. I’m usually the one who goes to his rescue. I want Drea to rest as much as she can before she goes back to work. It’s been already four months and she has only a couple of weeks of her license left.