Harry POV

It's the following day.

May is upstairs resting and Anne is in her nursery sleeping.

She got discharged at 7 this morning. We got home at 7:30, Finn woke up at 7:45.

I give him his breakfast. It's spinach and apple sauce.

"Enjoy." I say, a smug smile on my face. His eyes burn on me.

"I don't w-want it."

"Yesterday you said you didn't mind eating it." I bring up. His eyes roll. "You're not leaving the table unless you eat it." I say.

"K." He looks forward.

What the actual fuck is wrong with this kid?

***

Two hours go by and he's still sitting in the dining room.

I sit down beside him and push the plate toward him. "Eat it."

"N-No."

"It's cold now, that's your fault." I say.

BJ comes into the dining room. My focus is on the pig that I don't notice Finn dumps the spinach on the floor for the pig to eat then runs out of the room.

"Oh my god." I stand up and chase after him.

He attempts to run up the stairs but I pick him up and bring him back down. He kicks back and forth and throws another fit.

"Your sister is sleeping, stop screaming." I say while putting him down in the dining room. He's seated back at the chair.

The pig ate all the spinach thankfully.

He crosses his arms and scowls his face at me. "What's your problem? For the past 3 days you've been acting like this."

He doesn't say anything. I let out a deep sigh. "Eat the apple sauce and you can leave the table."

"I don't l-like apple s-sauce."

"Oh well. Eat it." He takes the bowl in his hands. His eyes look into mine and he pours it on the floor.

I stand up. "Come on."

"No!"

"Finn Harrison Styles get your ass out of the chair!" I shout.

His blue eyes soften but the puss is still on his face. He eventually stands up.

***

I check up on May after I cleaned the dining room floor.

She's in bed reading a book. I close the door behind me and lay down.

"How's your morning?" My wife asks. Her voice sweet.

"I want to throw that boy out the window." I say.

"He's acting that bad?" I nod against my pillow.

"He's very draining." I say.

"Do you think it's just because he's an older brother now?"

"I don't know." I sigh. "I hate yelling at him though." I admit.

"This Saturday we're having a barbecue. Maybe by then he'll get better." May says.

"I hope." I lay down on my back.

"Where is he now?"

"In his room." I say. I hear our daughter cry through the monitor. "I'll get her." I stand.

"Thanks." I nod. I leave our room and enter our daughters.

We painted her room a light purple.

I pick her up out of the crib and kiss her forehead. "Are you hungry?" I ask my daughter who stops crying after a while.

I assume she just felt like crying because she stopped. I sit down in the rocker near the crib. My hand holds the back of her head for support and my thumb draws small circles on her cheeks.

"I know you haven't met your brother officially yet, he's being a pain, but he'll come around." Her lips part open a little and her head nuzzles itself in my palm. My heart warms.

"I love you princess." I kiss her puffy cheeks. "I think it's kind of cool that you and your older sister share the same birthday. Maybe you will too one day." Her light brown eyes look tired. "I'll letcha get more sleep darling. If you hear me yelling don't get alarmed." I chuckle to myself. I kiss her before placing her back down in her crib.

***

Dinner consisted of grilled chicken over rice.

I need to go food shopping.

Finn picks at his dinner making me scowl my eyes at him. "Finn, are you not hungry?" My wife asks.

"I d-don't k-know." He murmurs. BJ walks in and sits down on the floor besides Baxter.

"Don't give them table food." I say. He was reaching for his dinner to give to the pets.

"It's n-not made o-out of p-pig th-though."

"I don't care. Don't give them table food."

"Or what?"

"Finn." May says.

"May." He mimics. I look to my wife who has slightly widened eyes.

"Go upstairs please."

"I-I," She cuts him off.

"Upstairs, now." Her voice raises. Her blue eyes narrow at him. His eyes narrow back. "I hope you know I'm not falling for your angry look. Because I have the same look, because you're half me. So that doesn't work on me." His arms cross then he slips out of the chair and walks upstairs.

"It doesn't help he's cute." My wife says.

"Oh just wait. At first you think he looks cute, but after a while you want to drop kick him." She releases a chuckle.

"I just want to hold him." She murmurs sadly. "I want my nice son back."

"So do I." I agree.

***

It's night now and I hear something downstairs move. May is still sleeping. I continue to hear the loud noise. I slowly get out of bed and walk downstairs. I take my time.

I check the living room, the noise isn't from there.

I check the dining room and it isn't from there.

I walk into the kitchen and see Finn. He's standing on a stool and is attempting to grab a cup. He's too short so he's on his tippy toes. My heart is pounding.

He doesn't know I'm there. As I'm about to say something he leans too far back. The distance from the floor to the stool is high.

I've never felt myself run that fast. He falls back and thankfully goes into my arms. My hands are clammy and my chest is tight. His eyes meet mine.

"What were you thinking?" I ask him, my eyes widen.

"I-I was thirsty." Finn says.

"You get me or your Mom. You do not grab a stool to get the cup. If I wasn't there you could've cracked your skull and your Mom and I would have no idea you're hurt." The thought of that breaks my heart.

"But-"

"There are no but's." I snap. "Think. Was that a smart idea?"

"I was t-thirsty." Finn repeats.

"I'm two doors down from you. Why didn't you wake me? Why didn't you wake your Mom? Why do you have this urge to not think lately? You could've put yourself in serious harm." I didn't realize I was yelling until I see tears brimming his eyes.

His eyes fall to his feet and his hand wipes his eyes. "I didn't mean to yell, okay? I was just scared." I told his hands. He drops his hands out of mine and gives me the coldest look making my heart burn. He walks away and I let out a sigh. I wipe my eyes.

I was scared he was going to die if I wasn't there to catch him. Despite him saying he hates me and him not being the best, I still love him very much. He's my world and I can't imagine not having him.

I wipe my eyes and stand back up.

A://N

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