I apologize for any mistakes

~enjoy <3

"How did it go last night mate?" Liam asks when Harry stepped into the kitchen.

"It went great! We had such a great time, we talked a lot, it was magical." He sighs dreamily, thinking of last night with Louis. "It's like we connect."

"That's good bro. Hey, I'm going by our job later to pick up a monitor, then I'm going to Niall's house. You gonna be okay the whole day without me?" Liam jokes.

Harry rolls his eyes, walking off. "Shut up. Be safe and wear a condom!" He yelled, walking into his room, shutting the door.

He heard Liam laugh, and then the front door close. Harry huffs, walking in his restroom, getting ready to have a day to himself doing nothing.

He would do some work, but he was already caught up in most of it, there's no point. He would call his mom, but her and Gemma are spending a girls day today, he'd rather not get in the way.

As Harry thinks of what to do today, finishes his morning routine, walking out of his restroom, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from his drawer, and puts them on.

He flops down on his bed groaning, missing Louis terribly. He missed talking to the smaller lad for hours last night, they also got carried away; drinking wine and having sex in the car. Harry's thoughts get interrupted when his phone rings.

His ringtone is different, but recognizes the sound of FaceTime ringtone. He furrows his eyebrows, curiously grabbing his phone off the nightstand to check the caller ID and immediately smiles.

He accepted the call and expected to see Louis' face to show up, but is greeted by Joesph. "Hi Haz!" He cheers loudly.

Harry smiles, his heart warming up. "Good morning bud. How are you?" Harry asked, looking at the four year old on his screen.

"I good. How are you?" He giggles, holding the phone too close to his face, but Harry finds it really cute.

"I'm doing good buddy. Where's your dad?" Harry questions. Joesph giggles in reply. "What's so funny?"

"You like my papa!" He giggles more, looking at Harry in the camera. "Why are you naked?" He asks.

"I-"

"Joesph! Who are you talking to?" Harry heard Louis' voice yell through the phone.

"Harry!" Joesph yells. He holds up the phone to show his father, and Louis was shocked to see Harry on the other side of the screen.

"Hey cutie." Harry greeted the unimpressed parent, making kissy faces, while Joesph giggles at Harry's actions. "Good morning hun." Joesph puts the phone to his face again, cackling.

"He likes you papa. Harry likes you!" He sings, teasing his father. Harry blushes deeply when Joesph said that, there's no way he could've known what that meant, but then again Joesph was raised by Louis so he was pretty smart for his age. "He likes you! Do you like him?"

"Oh my god, Joesph baby, can I have my phone please?" Louis pleaded. A second later, Louis' beautiful face shows up on Harry's screen. "Hi Harry."

"Hey cutie." Harry smirks. "You look hot."

"Shut up, I'm sorry about Joesph calling you. That wasn't supposed to happen." He apologized.

Harry shakes his head with a wide smile. "It's okay, I was thinking about you anyways so." Harry winks.

Louis smiles. "You were hm?"

"Of course. You're usually always on my mind." Harry confesses.

"You're always on my mind too Harry." Louis' heart was racing in his chest, he hasn't been told that he's on someone's mind all the time for a while. Louis couldn't help but explode with happiness on the inside.

"Liam left me, and I'm really sad because I have nothing to do at all. The only thing that entertains me is thinking of you." Harry continues to flirt more.

"Oh that's great! Do you want to come over? I need someone to watch the kids while I do some work. Liam stole Niall from me today." Louis invited, hoping the curly haired man will agree. Louis still needed to apply for jobs, no one has called back, and he also had a few phone interviews to do.

He would ask the two teens to help him out with Joesph, but they had their own things to get done by Louis' orders. He put all three of his kids on a schedule, they needed time to study, or get caught up in work, and especially practice for their sports.

Louis didn't want his kids to be on their phone twenty four seven, and that's what he made sure that didn't happen. As much as he hates hearing the whining, and complaining, it was a good outcome for all three of them.

Joesph was the most determined to do the work Louis assigned to him. His vocabulary seemed to be expanding everyday, and Louis was proud.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be on my way soon." Harry agreed.

"Okay good, thank you, bye love." Then he hangs up. Harry stares up at the ceiling with the biggest smile on his face. He gets butterflies in his tummy seeing Louis or mentioning him.

Harry really wants him.

~*~

It took an hour for Harry to get ready to be on his way to Louis' house. When he arrived, he nervously rings the doorbell.

His heart won't stop beating fast, he was very anxious, and held his breath when the door swings opens, revealing Darcy. She's wearing a white dress, her hair half curled, and her blue eyes stand out.

"Oh wow Darc, you look gorgeous." Harry complimented her. She smiles, leaning in for a hug. "Hi dove, how are you?"

"Hi Harry! Thank you, and I'm doing okayish. How about yourself?" She returns the question, pulling away from the embrace, and opening the door wider allowing Harry to step in.

She closes the door and locks up after she invited him in. "I'm doing alright. Why just okayish?" He question, turning around to face her.

"You can take your shoes off, and just because I'm still trying to, ya know, get better after that situation." She explains while Harry takes off his shoes. "Something else happened, can I tell you about it?" She asked, fiddling with her fingers.

They both walk off to wherever, Harry's just following her like a lost puppy. "Yeah of course Darcy. Is it the same situation, or something else?" He asked.

"It's something else." She smiled sadly.

When Harry was about to speak up, he feels a small kiss on his cheek. He turns to his left, seeing Louis with a smile on his face.

"Hi beautiful." Harry pulls Louis in quickly for a hug, missing the warmth of the older man.

"Hi Harry." They both pull away from each other, and Harry looks down at him, admiring his beauty.

"I need to get to working, can you just make sure the kids don't get into any trouble? Joesph is upstairs playing with Noah, and Darcy, please be nice to Harry, okay? Love you, I'll be out in a bit." He kisses Darcy's forehead, walking away.

Darcy watches as her father walks off, and smiles. She was happy that her dad found someone else who makes him happy.

"Let's go upstairs!" Darcy suggested, tugging on Harry's hand. "I wanna show you my room!" Harry follows her upstairs, careful to not trip while speeding on the steps.

They enter a light grey room, a white desk supporting a mirror rimmed with lights, and a white faux fur carpet underneath the desk.

"Your room is beautiful." Harry observes, seeing a twin sized bed, drawers connected underneath the bed, and lilac bed sheets. In the corner of the room, there's lilac butterflies hanging from the ceiling, and a closet in front of her bed.

"Thank you. Wanna curl my hair? I've been practicing, but I can't seem to curl it from the back." She says. "I've asked my dad, but he burned his finger, clumsily." She shakes her head, smacking her lips and takes a seat on the chair in front of the mirror.

"Yeah he is pretty clumsy. Sure, I'll help you." Darcy hands Harry the already hot flat iron. "I've seen my older sister do this plenty of times before." Harry mumbled, taking the flat iron in his hand, grabbing a strip of Darcy's hair curling it around the iron, and curling the iron itself, leaving it there.

"How many siblings do you have?" She questions. Darcy was nervous about Harry curling her hair, she didn't want him to burn it or damage it.

Harry uncurls the piece of hair, successfully curling it. "Just my older sister." He answers doing the same actions on another strip of hair.

"Better than having two annoying brothers." She mumbles. "So, um recently, my guy friend cut me off. He said he has to do it, and that it's my fault as to why he's leaving." She frowned. Darcy remembers the events from a few days ago, and it hurt her more than anything because she couldn't recall doing anything wrong to him.

Harry grabs another piece of her hair, repeating what he did before. "He cut you off without a reason?" Harry asks, trying to understand the situation. He leaves her hair on the curling iron for a few more moments. She nodded with a sad smile.

"Darcy-"

"The worst part about it was that I begged him to stay..." she whispered. "I just- I don't get it. Why would he leave me like that, after I told him I dislike when people just leave without a reason. It hurts." She explains, her eyes watery.

"Well Darcy, if he walked out of your life like that without a reason, and you told him how you felt about that and he just went and did that, he has to be the biggest jerk ever. He blamed it all on you, and you didn't get a reason, do you see how childish that is?" Harry says, uncurling the piece of her hair.

Darcy's heart was breaking by the second, she was sad, but she was used to it. Disappointed was all she knew in her life, and the only things that brought her happiness was her little brother and dad.

Noah wasn't on the list anymore, she knew something was up, but didn't figure out what it was.

"Darcy, I watched this video, and this woman said, if someone wants to walk out of your life, let them go." Harry quoted from the video he had seen.

"God is putting them out of your life for a reason. Let him leave. He's missing out on a great, loving, loyal friend, okay? You didn't need him. You might think it's the end of the world with your situation going on, but it's not. In fact, you should be happy that you're dealing with all this heartbreak, it'll only make you stronger. Believe me Darcy, I know exactly how you feel." Harry reassures her.

"We might have gone through different situations, and our pain may not be the same, but I was once in your place too." Harry grabs the last bit of her hair in the back, curling it slowly and carefully.

It stays quiet for a few seconds, the silence in the room worrying Harry. He glances at Darcy through the mirror, she's crying. Harry puts his focus back on her hair, trying to not burn his hand.

"Dove.." Harry coos. She opens her eyes, nodding.

"I understand. I'm glad I let him walk out." Darcy takes in a deep breath, wiping her tears. "Thank you for that talk Harry." She says, nodding.

"Of course dove, anytime. Have you deleted social media?" Harry questions, stepping back to examine her hair. He noticed a curl that wasn't looking the best best, so he goes back and fixes it.

"Yes, I have. I deleted their numbers too. Now the only people I text is you, my dads, and Noah. Speaking of my dads, I'm going to my dad's house next weekend." She informs.

Harry puts down the curling iron finished with her hair. "Oh really? That's cool." Harry mumbled. If he was honest, he didn't really care. He hates Jake for what he did to Louis and Darcy. "I finished your hair!" Harry announces excitedly, clapping his hands and puts down the curling iron.

Something Joesph would do.

Darcy turns her chair around, grabbing a small mirror before doing so. She holds up the mirror, looking at her hair from behind. "Oh my god! It's looks really good! Thank you Harry!" She gasps with a big smile.

"Your welcome." He chuckled. She turns around in her chair, facing the mirror with lights. "Okay, now it's time for my eyebrows!" She squeals.

"Do you wear full face makeup? Or natural?" Harry wonders. Darcy grabs a lilac colored bag, and opens it revealing brushes and small clear items with black lids.

"I go more for natural. I don't really like to go on full face. I only do my eyebrows, put on lip gloss, and bronzer. That's about it. For my lashes, I use serum." She explains, grabbing a small brush.

"You don't use blush?" Harry asks, raising his eyebrow. He watches as she twists off the black lid, dipping her pointed brush in it.

"My skin is too too tan for that, in my eyes, it wouldn't look right." She replies, applying the brush to her eyebrows. "I have my dad's golden skin." She mumbles, focusing on her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I can see that. You look exactly like him." Harry chuckled, taking a seat on her bed.

"Yeah. Hey, wanna make a tik tok?" She asks. Harry furrows his eyes brows, looking at her with a confused look.

"The hell is a tok? You said?"

Darcy smirks.

A/N
my mom and i got into a argument. she said, "what's wrong w/ you? what's your problem? why are you always so sad? now i know why everyone at school thinks you play victim, you act like one."

dude.. that shit hurts. then she asked Siri what is depression.

let's just say, after 10/10/2020 she's not going to have a daughter anymore :)

~LouisSmolBean
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