Harry is sitting on the carpet of his lounge, sobbing pathetically while Lennon runs around in her underwear.

To be fair, it's been a long morning (as they all are), and he's beyond frustrated, and Lennon is definitely going to be late to school. He doesn't know what she has against trousers, but she just refuses to wear them. Especially today, the one day Harry has to be at work early for a meeting.

He might as well just take the day off. He's not going to make it anyways. But, Lennon has to go to school. Harry wipes his tears and stands up, walking towards the kitchen where he can hear Lennon going through the cabinets.

"We are not doing this today, Lennon Blue," He grunts as he lifts her up from under her armpits. Lennon, of course, screams bloody murder, but Harry isn't fazed. He carries her to the couch, grabbing her trousers off of the floor. Lennon kicks her legs out, but Harry manages to block her little feet from getting him in the face and instead shove one of them into a leg of her pants.

"Stop that," Harry pleads as Lennon hits herself in the head with her hand, crying harder and harder as Harry forces her other leg into her trousers. "Lennon, stop hitting yourself. You're going to hurt yourself."

"Oh dear!" Lennon leans forward before slamming her head into the back of the sofa. Harry buttons her trousers and stands up, wiping his eyes of any stray tears as Lennon's crying slowly subsided.

"I'm sorry, Lennon," Harry says softly, picking Lennon's rose up from the floor and handing it to her. "'M sorry I got mad at you."

"Oh dear, Papa," Lennon sniffles, kicking her legs out as though she's trying to get used to the way the pants feel.

"I still have to do your hair, baby," Harry says, and he would just leave her hair be, but she's already hot from her little tantrum and he knows her hair is probably making it worse. Lennon just plays with her plastic rose, twirling it in her hands and rolling her neck a bit.

"Harry," She whispers. Harry just smiles wearily, watching as Lennon gets up from the sofa and walks toward the washroom. She's so smart, Harry thinks as he follows her, grinning to himself as she hops a bit every few steps.

"'M just going to get your hair out of your face, okay?" Harry says soothingly, and Lennon is calm until Harry opens the drawer under the sink and pulls out a hairbrush. Lennon knows what that means, and she whimpers before backing away from Harry. Harry frowns. It shouldn't hurt his feelings, the fact that Lennon hates being touched by him, but it does. He wishes she was more cuddly.

"Baby, please," Harry says softly. He just got her to calm down, he was hoping the rest of the morning could go smoothly. "C'mon, Blue, I can brush your hair and then we can get you to school, okay?"

"No, no, oh dear, Mummy!" Lennon screams at the top of her lungs, making Harry wince and drop his head. Lennon clutches her rose to her chest, glaring at the hairbrush in Harry's hand as though its evil.

"Lennon, come here, please," Harry begs. "Let's get your hair out of your face, sweet girl."

Lennon doesn't reply, instead crawling into the bathtub and curling up in a ball. Little does she know this makes it much easier for Harry. He stands up straight and towers over the bathtub, having one foot in and one foot out. He has to at least brush her hair.

Lennon, of course, screams. Harry just pins her down, and he feels terrible about it, but he has to. He brushes her hair with tears of frustration in his eyes as she whips her head around, trying to wrestle her way out of Harry's hold.

He does manage to pull Lennon's hair half up so it's out of her face. When he's finished, Lennon crawls out of the bathtub, not accepting Harry's high five as an apology and leaving him to cry to himself in the washroom.

Mornings like this are rough.

♛

"Good morning, Harry," Louis greets, cheerful as always as Harry has to practically drag Lennon into the classroom. He should be embarrassed, letting Louis see him still in his pyjamas, but he can't bring himself to care today.

"G'morning," Harry mumbles, crossing his arms as he watches Lennon plop down on the carpet and click her tongue. Louis furrows his eyebrows in concern.

"Um, Mr. Styles," Louis says a bit louder, making eye contact with the aide in the room. "Can I speak with you outside for a moment?"

Harry raises his eyebrows. "Uh, yeah, sure," He replies, following Louis outside of the classroom. Louis shuts the door behind them and glances around the corridor before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Harry's.

Harry melts into the kiss like it's instinct. It only lasts a few seconds, probably because he's scared of being caught, but it's the best thing Harry's experienced all morning, and he's beaming when they separate.

"Sorry," Louis clears his throat. "You look like you've had a rough morning."

"No, no, it's okay," Harry assures quietly. "I, uh, Lennon was being a bit difficult this morning. It's okay, though, 'm fine."

"Harry, y've got bruises," Louis points out nervously, lightly grabbing Harry's arm to look at them. "If you...if you ever need help, you can call me."

That's so sweet, fuck. Harry's face softens. "Th-Thank you, Lou," Louis just smiles.

"Keep your phone on, 'm gonna call you later and tell you all about what I have planned for you this weekend," He says with a wink, and Harry can feel his cheeks heat up as he giggles.

♛

"I don't know, H, I have some work to catch up on."

"If you can't, that's okay, I'll ask Mum," Harry assures, picking up a few pillows Lennon had thrown off the couch earlier. "But I just. I hate getting pitied, but I need this. I really do."

"I know you do, love. I can probably take her, yeah, you want her to stay overnight?"

Harry can feel his lips tie upward into a smile. "I-I'll have to see what Louis has planned," He says, his cheeks warm. "Thank you so much, Gem, you're the best."

"Aren't I? I'll talk to you later, kiddo, hang in there until Saturday."

"I'll try."

♛

Louis calls a few hours after Harry picks Lennon up from school. Lennon is watching Peppa Pig on the telly while Harry's making her dinner, and his phone goes off right after he pops some chicken nuggets in the oven.

"Okay, Tomlinson, lay it on me," He says after answering. "What do you have planned for me?"

"Cheeky," Louis comments before chuckling. "I was going to take you to that light festival in London Saturday night. Tickets are pretty hard to get right now, but I pulled a few strings because I figured you'd think it was romantic. But before the festival I'm going to take you to dinner at this pretty nice place, not nice like you have to get all dressed up, though. That's more of a third date sort of thing. Then after the festival is over it'll be pretty late, so I'll take you back to my place. We'll go from there, depending on how tired we both are. Questions or comments?"

Harry's speechless for a few moments. "Wow," He whispers. "You're...so thoughtful. And sweet. Oh my gosh."

"I try."

"You're succeeding," Harry giggles. "That sounds great, yeah, I can't wait."

"Ace. I'll pick you up at six, yeah?"

"Yeah, sure," Harry grins. "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, babe."