Since the month Darcy had come home from school with that book Harry had found himself rather down, though he didn't let that show.

He had read the autobiography so many times, each night he cried himself to sleep (in a cool way). 

The entire book made him emotional.

He couldn't help but take some of the blame – even though Louis had made it extremely clear in the last page of the novel that Harry was not at fault.

Harry didn't know why this was affecting him so much.

He couldn't deny that he still felt fond for now twenty-five-year-old.

In the nine years since his break up with Louis, he had not been in a long-term relationship. He had been on a few dates here and there – each time he seemed to compare any eligible boyfriends against little Louis.

And naturally, no male could compare to the physical or mental beauty which was Louis Tomlinson. He had recently found himself stalking the beauties Facebook page. He was in awe at how gracefully the once sixteen-year-old had aged.

He wouldn't lie. He had dreams. Dreams where he would miraculously meet the man once again under good circumstances. Where Louis would run back into his arms.

He shook that thought from his head.

He needs to get over something that happened nine years ago.

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"Hey, Darcy. Did those stupid boys bother you again on the bus today?" Harry asked, hugging his daughter as she walked through the door.

She smiled. Recently Darcy had been receiving cop from a group of grade eight boys for having a large birthmark on her arm. The girl was extremely self-conscious because of it, Harry hated the bullying she received.

No matter how many times he would beg her to allow him to pick her up – the girl was adamant on being self-dependant.

In saying that, Harry had secretly had a go at the boys when Darcy was skipping into the school grounds. The protective father certainly got his point across, leaving the eighth graders shaking with fear.

"No. It was so strange, they sat at the back and ignored me."

Harry smiled at that. Obviously, his talk with the boys had knocked some sense into them. Darcy didn't need to know.

"So happy to hear that." He smirked knowing what he had done helped.

Harry asked as he walked upstairs with the thirteen-year-old. He playfully flopped onto her teal bed and pulled her down next to him.

"So love, tell me what happened at school?"

"We have a new student teacher helper person. I'm not sure what they're called."

Harry raised his eyebrow, "you mean a new teacher's helper?" The girl nodded in confirmation.

"Oh. Are they nice?" Harry sat up and smiled making small talk.

The girl nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah he is such a cool dad!"

The man frowned, the student teacher was a male? As stereotypical as it was, the school consisted of mostly female teachers – Harry expected just that. He was pleasantly surprised by the news.

"Oh, and what makes him so cool?"

Harry watched as Darcy brushed her hair. The poor girl had inherited his curls; they were such a struggle to tame especially with her thick hair.

"Well, his name is Mr Tomlinson. He is the same guy who talked to us about male rape victims. But he is so cool because he lets us call him Mr Tommo."

Harry's breath caught in his throat – and suddenly he was coughing from shock.

"Lou...." He whispered.

"What dad?" The girl tilted her head in a questioning matter.

"Nothing."

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Harry didn't sleep that night after finding out that the boy he never actually lost feelings for would be but a kilometre drive away the following morning.

And he probably should have slept considering how sleep deprived he was as of late. But what he did the following morning, he would never regret.

"Harry...?"

"Lou..."

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