Taken - Harry Styles One Shot
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Harry didn't let her sit on the bed with all the equipment on him. He grabbed her little hand and gave it a kiss. I sat down the diaper bag on the table.
"Daddy, when are you coming home?" I heard Sophie ask. Harry coughed trying to reply.
"I'm afraid I don't know baby. Hopefully soon."
Sophie smiled as I came to stand by Harry. My mom picked up Sophie and took her to go get a candy bar from the machine. I grabbed Harry's hand, rubbing it.
"You look," he paused coughing and gasping for air, "beautiful Leanna."
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