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(...Two weeks later...)

"Have you spoken to him at all?" Niall asks Harry over the phone.

"No..." Harry says, rocking Winter, as he talks to Niall, who is on speaker.

"What are you doing today?" Niall questions.

"Looking after Winter, cleaning the house, and eating ice cream whilst watching titanic," Harry replies. "You?"

"I was thinking we could hang out? You,
me, and Zayn."

"That would be great, but uh I have Winter. Sorry." Harry says, not wanting to get out of the house.

"I've already called your Anne, she said she'd look after Winter tonight!" Niall exclaims.

"You know my mum is in the next room? If I wanted to go out, I could've asked her myself," Harry mumbles.

"I know, Haz! You need to get out of the house... come on! Please, please, please!" Niall begs. Harry closes his eyes, and lets out a deep breath.

"Fine. I'll hang out with you guys. Only because I'm being forced," Harry agrees, slightly agitated he has to leave Winter.

"Yay! Okay, I'll pick you up at six..."

"Yep, okay. See you then." Harry hangs up, and continues rocking Winter.

"Haz? I heard you're going out tonight, and I'm looking after Winty!" Anne walks into his room, excited.

"Yes, mum," he sighs.

"You don't seem to excited about it..." Anne notices, sitting on the bed next to where Harry has just sat down.

"I just want to stay with her," he says.

"I know what this is about, baby. Louis. You need to try, and get him out of your mind. Have some fun."

"I guess... I better feed Winter," Harry looks down at his daughter.

"Okay, love. I'll go get a bottle." Anne says, standing up, and making her way out of Harry's room.

"Thanks, mumma." He says, just before she's left the room.

Harry looks down at his baby girl, and smiles.

"You're so beautiful, Bub." He comments, and gently rubs his finger over her soft cheek.

She has a grey velboa jump suit on, that has aqua spots on it.

Her face brightens up, well that's what Harry thinks anyway.

"I love you, bubba," he coos.

"Here is the bottle, Haz," Anne says, as she walks into the room. She passes the warm bottle to Harry, and sits down next to him, as he carefully feeds his daughter.

Anne sits on the bed, and smiles at her boy. He deserved the world. Nothing less.
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