American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 55 - Bad gag reflex

"Hey Freddie. Do want to go to the store with us?" I ask as he sits on the couch with an iPad in his hand.

He looks up at me with blank expression.

"No." He replies, looking back at his iPad

"I'll buy you a toy." I offer and he looks back up with a smile, nodding his head furiously.

"Alright. Come on, Harry. We're leaving." I call out as I grab Freddie's hand and wait for Harry at the door.

He finally comes over wearing sunglasses and a hat, for paparazzi I'm guessing and we get ready to leave.

I strap in Freddie, sitting him in the middle of the backseat and strapping all the seatbelts around him very tightly since louis didn't leave us a car seat.

"I'm still upset, you know. This was supposed to be our vacation." He says as he starts driving.

"Oh, shut up. You love kids." I say.

"Yeah, but both of us watching a child is not a good idea. Did you remember what happened last time." He defends.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I purse my lips and shrug.

"Really? You don't remember teaching Joyce how to say dumbass and shit." He deadpans.

"Hey, you taught her shit." I reply. "Plus we know better now. Freddie will be a walk in the park."

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"Freddie! Freddie get back here!" I yell, chasing him around the kitchen while he giggles.

"Freddie, come on!" I groan as he continues to run away from me, surprisingly fast.

He runs around with the coco puffs cereal and starts to dump it around the whole kitchen.

"Poopie." He giggles making a huge mess everywhere.

"No! No, Freddie! Put the poopie down!" I yell.

He just giggles and brings his hand up, flipping me off as he continues to run away.

Wonder who he got that from.

"Hey! That is uncalled for, mister!" I scold him, finally catching up to him and picking him up.

"'A walk in the park', she says." Harry teases as he walks into the kitchen

"It's not my fault. I look away for one second and he's jumping onto the counters like a parkour artist." I huff.

"Alright, well how do we entertain a two year old for a week?" He asks.

"I have no idea. It's your husbands child, you think of something." I reply.

"My husband? Oh my god are you one of those larry shippers." Harry sighs, placing his head in his hands.

"Hey! You didn't deny it!" I exclaim, pointing at him.

"Emma, I'm literally have sex with you." He laughs.

"I know. I can't believe I'm just the mistress." I say, pretending to wipe away my tears.

He laughs and grabs Freddie from me, bouncing him on his hip while he starts to walk upstairs.

He looks like such a dad.

A hot dad.

Harry comes back downstairs without Freddie this time, walking over to me.

"Alright, Freddie is taking a nap upstairs so you know what that means?" Harry says, wiggling his eyebrows.