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a few days have passed since camille and harry shared that little moment with one another. since then, harry's been a bit sad because zayn told him he was not allowed to date her. he still really liked her, and they still talked, but kept it in the friend zone. she was still sweet to him and hung out with him sometimes at school. however, harry was still sad. he wishes that he was big enough to be in a relationship like niall and louis. dad and papa both let them have girlfriends, so why can harry not have one?

zayn always tells him he's too little to do a lot of things that his brothers clearly do, so he's just a bit depressed. he understands that is only ninth grade and he's only fifteen years old, but he wishes he can be closer to niall's age to do more and have a little more freedom. even though things like sex and such still kind of made him nervous when he looks back on the things that happened with tr*vis. he still liked the idea of having a companionship. he saw how louis and eleanor were with each other a few times. he also heard niall talk about this girl he recently started dating too, and how his face lit up when he mentioned her. it was basically like having a super best friend, harry didn't see what was the wrong in that. he thought it was very unfair that he didn't get to experience it.

therefore, harry's been moving around all week like a little kicked puppy. he spent most of his time in his room, napping, or playing on his game. sometimes he would go out to the pool just to dip his feet in and swing his legs inside the water while he sat on the edge, staring off into the distance—with a cute little sad pout on his lip. his dads did of course notice it, their little bubbly son was pretty much quiet, so there was clearly something up. zayn knows exactly why he's been sulking around, although liam was kind of in the dark about it.

he wanted to know what was bothering harry and see if he could cheer him up. so while harry was up in his room once again, most likely playing a video game on his nintendo switch, liam was down stairs preparing two bowls of strawberry ice cream—harry's favorite flavor. he walks up to harry's room, holding the little bowls in his arms as he taps lightly on the door to get harry's attention. moments later, harry opens the door, looking up at liam with big sad eyes.

"hi papa." harry says.

"i brought ice cream." liam beams, trying to lighten harry's mood. harry looks at the strawberry ice cream liam is holding, biting his lip.

"papa, you never let me have dessert before dinner." harry says adorably in a child like voice. liam smiles.

"i'll make an exception today." he says. harry smiles softly, grabbing the bowl from liam's hand. they both walk over to sit on harry's messy bed. harry crosses his legs in indian style, liam doing the same to sit across from him. harry starts eating his ice cream quietly, humming in delight at the tasty dessert. liam smiles watching him, also scooping a spoonful of ice cream into his own mouth, letting the warmth of his mouth melt it onto his tongue. "how've you been haz?" liam asks.

"okay." harry mumbles, shoveling some more ice into his mouth.

"just okay?" liam asks, raising an eyebrow. harry looks at him, his upper lip has pink residue from the ice cream. liam chuckles softly to himself at the sight, but doesn't make a comment about it.

"yeah." harry says.

"are you sure haz? you can tell if you're not feeling great, you know?" liam tells him. harry sighs looking down at his half empty bowl with a little frown.