Isn't She Lovely (h.s)

Chapter 7

Harry

I was too angry to think. I felt tears stinging my eyes, but I just wiped them away with the back of my hand and kept walking, my heart hammering in my chest and my blood boiling the entire time. It was probably a stupid idea to be out walking the streets in the middle of the day without a bodyguard, I knew that. But getting mobbed by fans was the least of my concerns at the moment. I had a daughter. I was eighteen, going on nineteen, and I had a three year old daughter that I never even knew about. I couldn't be a father, I couldn't handle this, not now, not when my life was just starting.

I had hoped that someday I would have a family, of course. A wife that I loved and beautiful children with a couple pets. We'd live in a beautiful white picket-fenced brick house that had a park down the street and a big backyard where I could teach my son to play football and catch, where I'd teach my daughter to ride her bike down the sidewalk... but not now. Not when my career was just taking off. I wasn't ready, not by a long shot. I had little to no experience with little kids! Well, sure I'd babysit for Lux every once and a while, but that was different. She wasn't my kid! I wasn't the one taking her home at night and I sure as hell wouldn't be the one she was calling daddy. Even the thought of that little girl calling me daddy turned my stomach upside down.

I was shaking with rage and hurt. My best friend, the love of my life, gave birth to my child. She had my baby girl, the perfect mix between Samantha and I. One look from those beautiful eyes and I had melted. It was like looking into a fucking mirror. There was no doubt in my mind that I was her father. What hurt the worst is that I had already missed three years; Three whole years I had neglected my daughter. I had missed so much already. I missed the birth of her, the naming of her, her first steps, her first words, I had missed the potty training and the nights she had been awake crying because she missed her daddy. Her daddy that didn't even know she existed until twenty minutes ago. It hurt because I know she deserved better. She deserved a father that could be there for her, care for her. and it wasn't me. My head swam with memories as I dropped down on to the nearest park bench, throwing my head in my hands and rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands until I saw stars. I heard the sound of Samantha's drunken giggles fill my ears as I recalled the night that brought us to this bizarre situation we were currently in.

Samantha giggled in my ear as I ghosted my lips against the bare skin of her shoulder. I slowly ran my fingers tantalizingly down the hollow of her collarbone and between her ample breasts. We laid naked, tangled together on the carpeted floor of my bedroom enjoying the post sex high and the buzz of alcohol as it rushed through our veins.

"Isn't she lovely...Isn't she wonderful, isn't she precious, less than one minute old..." I sang in her ear as my fingers played with her pink nipples and I felt her begin to leave light butterfly kisses along my neck with a saucy smirk. The feeling sent shivers throughout my body. I looked down at her and she looked up at me from under those long lashes of hers.

I couldn't help myself, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers once more. Her lips felt so perfect on mine, like it was meant to be. My head spun with the combination of liquor and the intoxicating taste of Samantha on my tongue. Slowly, she began to kiss me back once again, pulling me closer to her. The kiss started to deepen and I pulled away.

"Harry..." She groaned softly, pulling herself up to sit straddling my naked waist. I could feel the remnants of our last round clinging to her thighs and it only spurred me on more as I moaned her name and tightened my grip on her hip.

"Again" I breathed out against her lips as I tweaked her nipples just the way she liked it and she started mewling quietly. "I n-need you Sami." I brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and traced her jaw with my thumb "Again, please, God please I need you" I begged, my drunkenness slowly fading into the background as her lips pulled back into a wide cheshire grin and I could tell we were both now acting on hidden desires that we never would have acted on before this night.

"I'm yours baby, all night long. Take me."

I would never forget that night. Sighing, I took my phone from my pocket and flipped through my messages. one from Niall, two from Zayn about some party tonight, and a group message from Liam hoping everyone made it home safely. My phone buzzed in my hand again and I jumped, not sure what to expect.

New Message 

From Louis the Great:

I rolled my eyes at the name Lou put for himself in my phone before opening up the text message.

Where are you? Incase you forgot, you left something here...

attached was a picture of the little girl Catherine playing with her dolls.

I felt tears threatening to fall as I shoved my phone back in my pocket. I couldn't do this. I couldn't be the father everyone expected me to be, I just wasn't ready.