Eve POV

Harry and I have officially been dating for a month. April seems to be his busiest time with work so we didn't see each other a lot, besides when I intern at his office. But of course it's different since we don't act like a couple there.

I'm helping Harry move out of his house today.

This is the first time I've ever been to his house, which is odd. But, I like staying home so I don't mind.

"Are you sure you want to move? This house is beautiful." I say to Harry as I walk around.

"Yeah. The pent house is just as nice." He tells me with a grin. We stand in his kitchen and I look out the screen door. "I like the white fence." I say. "In ground pool too?" I ask.

"I haven't used it in years." He informs me. My eyes look to him. "I'm not home enough to take care of it."

"Hire someone." I say with a gentle grin.

Footsteps make their way over to us and we both turn around. I see an older women with pale brown hair and a soft smile. "Uh, Rose this is Eve. Eve this is my maid Rose." I smile warmly at her.

"Hello dear. Nice to meet you." Her voice is sweet.

"Thank you, you too." I say. "Need any help packing Mr. Styles?"

"No, we're all good here, thanks." She nods. Soon the kind women walks away and I look at him.

"You make your maid call you Mr. Styles?" I question.

"Yeah, why?" I shake my head and look back at the yard. Harry told me he has a niece and nephew that he sees often. I assume that's why there is a play set. It's behind the pool near the back fence.

"Ready to start?" He asks me. I nod and look back to him.

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We stand in his bedroom that is a nearly empty. The color of the walls is navy blue with a white wooden frame at the bottom.

My eyes look to his closet. "Why do you only have one side filled?" I ask him.

"Huh?" He breaks out of his thoughts and looks at me. I point to the empty side of the closet.

"You have enough clothes to fill the other side." I bring up.

"I know." He murmurs. "Hand me that tie." He says while pointing to the one closest to me. I nod and hand it to him. It's a red bland tie that is nothing special. I've never seen him wear it before.

"Where's your bathroom up here?" There are a million rooms so I'm not sure where it is.

"Down the hall on the left. The door should be open." I nod.

I walk out of his room and go down the hallway that is semi dark. There are some photos on the wall that catch my eye.

As I'm walking down the hallway, I notice all the doors are closed, so that doesn't help.

I guess on a random door and slowly open it. My eyebrows furrow at the purple room with a twin mattress in the middle. There are some toys scattered across the floor and the bed is unmade.

There is a desk for what seems like a little kid by the wall on the left. Some drawings are pinned to the wall as well. There are a photo on the nightstand as well as the desk.

"What are you doing?" I hear a voice comment behind me. I jump slightly and put my hand on my chest.

I turn around and face Harry who has a tense jaw. "I was trying to find the bathroom and just picked a door." I say honestly. His eyes break away from me and to the room behind me. His eyes turn soft.

He reaches behind me and closes the door. "Who's room is that?" I ask. My voice low but curious.

"My daughters." He says. His voice is timid. My head tilts.

He has a daughter?

"Is she with her Mom?" I ask.

"Yeah." His voice travels off.

"Oh." I say. Now a million questions are going through my mind. "Is she going to pack her stuff when she comes back here?"

His eyes look like they're on the verge of tears. "No." He murmurs in a low voice.

"Am I over stepping? I'm sorry I just-"

"No, you're fine." He smiles weakly. His eyes glance to the door he shut then back to me.

I wrap my arms around his waist and press my head against his chest. His arms soon wrap around me and his head rests on top of mine.

Now I know the play set belongs to his daughter. He's never talked about her, or even told me he has one.

We soon break away from our hug and I look up at him. His eyes still remain soft.

"Do you mind if we rain check the rest?" We we're supposed to go out for dinner after we were done packing.

"Y-Yeah." I stammer briefly. Harry's green eyes break away from mine. I kiss his cheek and smile gently.

I assume his daughter is part of his past. At least he told me a little and didn't yell at me.

I soon leave his house after grabbing my things.

Harry POV

I should've told Eve which door the bathroom was.

I haven't gone into Elena's room since we left that night to go to my Aunt's wedding.

I haven't brought myself to go in there and pack up her things.

I slowly open the door and walk in. I remember telling her when she comes back she has to clean her room since she left it a mess.

I kneel down and pick up the toys she left and put them in the box that has dust. My eyes look to the nightstand where I see a photo of her and I.

It was her third birthday party and a wide smile is on her face. Her dimples are on her cheeks and her green eyes are crinkled but bright. The cake is in front of her. I'm kneeled down behind her smiling.

My heart stings and my eyes well up. I take the photo off her nightstand and press it against my chest. My back is against her bed and my eyes scan around the room that I haven't been in, in 6 years. Her closet door is open and I see her clothes that Jane always liked getting her.

I want my little girl back.

I hear footsteps walk over to me. My eyes look to the door and I see Rose. Her eyes turn soft and she steps into the room.

"Why are you in here?" She asks, her head tilting to the side.

"I don't know." I say honestly. Rose sits beside me.

"May I give you my advice, Mr. Styles?" My eyes look to my maid who's looking at me.

"Yeah." I say. My head rests back on the bed behind me.

"I think you pushing away your new girlfriend isn't a good idea." I bite my lip.

"I know." I murmur.

"Then why do you do it?" She asks me.

"Because if I tell her about Jane and Elena then it will mean that I've moved on." I say.

"Your wife and daughter we lovely people Mr. Styles." Rose says with a small grin. "You know your wife's biggest thing was for you to be happy. And since you've been seeing Eve you've gotten happier."

I look at the photo in my hands. "Is it wrong to wish it was me instead of them?" I ask Rose. My eyes look to my maid. "At least they would have each other." I say.

"But your wife and daughter would be sad. Do you want that?"

"I'd rather have them alive and sad for a few years then dead." I say, my eyes look to my hands. "Especially Elena." I murmur.

"You should talk to Eve." I bite my lip. "She's probably confused about a lot of things."

"I know." I murmur. My eyes look at the photo of my daughter.

I know I should talk to Eve, I'm just nervous and I don't know what to say to her.

I feel bad that I rain checked on her, I was just in my own little world.

"I should start packing up her things, right?" I ask Rose.

"I think you should talk to Eve first so you don't have to do it alone. Of course I can help, but it's different if Eve does it." Rose says with a warm smile. "If you need anything Mr. Styles, just let me know."

"Call me Harry, Rose." I say with a soft smile. She squeezes my shoulder and stands up.

A://N

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