It had been so quiet in the house after Anne had picked Darcy up claiming to have missed her granddaughter too much to not take her for the weekend.

I knew what she meant because the next morning I was already missing the tiny voice wishing me a good morning. I was already pretty attached to the curly headed little girl.

Luckily for me Jamie had a doctor's appointment to get his shots and I had an excuse to avoid Harry for at least the majority of the day.

I had to admit I was a bit offended when I found him up at the same time I was on one of his off days, which was a rarity, and eager to get me out of the house. It almost made me want to stay just to see what he was so nervous about but then I remembered that would mean having to actually spend the day with him so I quickly headed out of the house as he waved me off.

Even now as I sat in the little park down the road I had visited a few times with Darcy with a grumpy infant, my mind was stuck on what Harry could be up to.

My phone vibrated at my side as I tickled my pouting baby in the stroller trying to induce some form of smile out of him. Realizing that I wasn't going to do so after the shots I had watched him cry through, I blindly grabbed at my phone not bothering to read the name while my eyes stayed glued to Jamie.

"Hello."

"Aria, hey it's Harry. Urm.... When are you coming home?"

My brow furrowed as I pulled the phone from my ear to look at the name. Sure enough ‘Satan' read brightly across the screen. That was weird. Harry never called me, like ever. I wasn't even aware he knew my number.

What was weirder was the fact that he sounded a bit out of breath and harassed as he spoke but at the same time almost happy to speak to me. That threw me completely.

"Um, I don't know. I wasn't aware I needed to check in. Did you want me back?" I was so confused by the call that I couldn't even muster up any form of sarcasm.

"NO!"

I actually jumped in my seat at his loud response. My lips curving down into a frown. If anything that made me want to come home faster.

What in the world was he up to?

I heard him hiss something to someone before returning to our conversation in a much calmer voice. "No, Aria. You stay out-"

"Excuse me?" It sounded like he was kicking me out. Was he kicking me out? What the hell?

"No, no. What I meant was..." He took a few deep breaths and I could tell he was trying to phrase whatever he was thinking correctly. "What I meant was there is no hurry. Have fun and I'll see you later... much later."

My face scrunched up in confusion and just as I was about to ask him what the hell he was smoking he said goodbye and hung up.

I pulled the phone away from my ear again, looking at it like I expected Harry to squeeze out of it and explain what that weird phone call was all about but all I heard was a bubbly giggling coming from the stroller.

Of course my irritation would be found funny by my infant son. I was beginning to think he liked it when I was frazzled.

"What are you laughing at? Mommy's annoyed and you think it's funny. Who are you?" I couldn't help but smile as Jamie kept giggling.

I was glad. I had felt like the bad guy all morning. Like Jamie was mad at me for letting the doctors poke at him a grand total of six times. I knew it was silly to think he could be mad at me but I totally think he was and I hated it.

It reminded me of all the times my hypochondriac mother had dragged me to doctors' offices when I was younger for any reason under the sun. I hated it and in my mind I would curse my mom for all the time spent making sure the bug bites I got weren't fatal. Of course I had been eight and was sure my mom was out to ruin all my fun.

No with a son of my own, I kind of understand her better. She just wanted to make sure she didn't kill me.

I smiled at the memories now.

I wondered how she was. My mom.

I hadn't spoken to her since before Jamie was born, when I decided to run from everything.

I wondered if she missed me. If she thought of me, or those times I would look at her like Jamie looks at me.

I glanced down at my phone again. I wonder if the number is the same.

Just as quickly as that train of thought entered my mind, I shook it out. There was no way I could let myself dwell on those thoughts. I couldn't go back there anyhow.

I had Jamie now and that was all I needed.

"So Little J what should we do next?" I asked the now bright eyed baby.

As if he knew what I was saying he began to babble back at me waving his arms around animatedly.

"Did you say food?" I asked with a grin that my son returned. "That's what I thought? Good call kid. Let's go find some grub."

I stood from my spot and began to push the stroller through the park, leaving all my thoughts of the people I left in the states on that bench as I went. At least for now.

The rest of my afternoon was spent trying to find things to do to keep me away from my crazy boss who had text me at least a dozen times since the odd call. I hadn't answered any of them which I was sure annoyed him to no end judging by the more urgent tone of the last few text.

Good. I hoped it did.

At around 5:30 was when I had finally run out of random things to do with an infant in tow, besides it was well past naptime for the both of us.

It was only a short walk back to Harry's home. Aside from the cab trip to and from the doctor's office this morning, I had stayed in walking distance from Harry's house.

The very first thing that struck me as odd was the fact that the house was completely quiet. Especially since when I spoke to Harry a few hours ago it sounded like there was a demolition going on.

Now it was abnormally calm. Even Jamie looked up at me like something was up.

My first instinct was to pull Jamie out of the stroller and hold him close to me just in case I had to book it and run out the door. It was creepy.

The quiet was only interrupted by the low sounds of the television in the lounge. As I neared I could just make out the top of Harry's head as he watched the sitcom playing out in front of him.
"Um... I'm back." I said standing a few feet away from the sofa.

His head whipped around to see me standing there. Outwardly he looked calm, like he was just casually lazing around, but there was a glint in his eyes that betrayed his anxiousness. I had a feeling he had been sitting there waiting for me to get home and I didn't know if I was pleased by that or annoyed.

"Oh. Hey." He waved casually. Too casually.

I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. "Mmhmm."

Harry just smiled innocently before turning back to his television show I was now sure he hadn't been watching. He was up to something.

I decided that I would rather delay whatever it was rather then ask him straight out, so without another word I was up the stairs and into my room. As I laid Jamie down on the bed I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was up with Harry.

I had no idea what to make of him? He was being so strange.

I looked down at Jamie as he began kicking his little legs at me for attention.

"Is mommy going crazy little man?" I asked as I bent down and leaned on my elbows over my son's small body to blow raspberries on his little tummy. It was around the third round of raspberry induced giggles that I noticed the light coming from the bathroom as the natural light in the room dimmed with the sun setting.

I glanced down at Jamie with a cocked eyebrow. I hadn't remembered leaving the light on before leaving this morning. With a curious look on my face I slid my hands under Jamie's body and lifted him into my arms before slowly padding across the room.

The bathroom looked normal as I looked around it but the light hadn't been coming from in there anyway. It was seeping through the slight crack in the door that led to Jamie's nursery.

Still completely lost as to why that light would be on I pushed the door open.

And then I froze in my spot.

This morning when I left, this room was bare, boring. Empty except for the three pieces of furniture.

But now... now it was... not.

The walls that had been an uninviting ultra-white before were now painted and paneled. The tops painted a pale blue with white paneling all around the base of the walls.

Someone had taken the time to find furniture that matched the dark blue color of the bathroom cabinets and went with the apparent nautical theme of Jamie's new nursery.

There were starfish and sailboat portraits adorning the walls and the crib, the one thing I was able to purchase my baby on my own, sat against the wall in between the two windows with new bed sheets to match the whole room.

As my eyes shifted around the room, I noticed everything blurring. It took me a moment to realize that tears were welling in my eyes.

"Do you like it?"

The suddenness of Harry's timid sounding voice made me jump slightly and clutch Jamie a little tighter to my chest. Embarrassingly the tears building in my eyes were dislodged by the movement and trickled down my cheek as I turned to look at the man leaning shyly against the doorframe, half in the room and half in the hall.

I hastily swiped my hand over my cheeks hoping he hadn't seen the wetness there. Either he didn't or he was polite enough to ignore it. Either way I was thankful.

"You did this?" It was all I could manage to say as I once again looked around the beautiful room.

He nodded his head, a few curls falling in front of his eyes as he watched me take everything in.

"Yea, with a little help."

My eyes locked on his again and for the first time I didn't feel any form of resentment towards him. All day I had been rolling my eyes at the thought of him and what he could be doing and he had spent his day doing this.

It made me feel terrible and wonderful all at once.

I literally wanted to hug him and it scared me. So I did what I normally did when things scared me.

I played it off... or at least I tried to as I looked down at my feet, my hand cradling Jamie's head as my lips fell gently on his soft hair.

"Um... thank you."

He didn't say anything. I had almost thought he had left until I heard the shifting of his clothes before his sneaker clad feet came into my downward glance.

I didn't look up and he didn't speak. It was a silent moment, even Jamie was quiet. It felt like a very long time of him standing in front of me and me looking to the ground to keep myself from crying or worse, throwing an arm around the infuriatingly confusing man that was Harry Styles.

"Is this big enough?"

Those words made my eyes snap up to look into his face.

Maybe I should have been mad that he would only do something like this to get on my good side again. Maybe I should have rolled my eyes at the slight manipulation he was trying to pull, but all I could do was stare at him in wonder because for the first time in a very long time someone actually went to great lengths to fix things with me.

And it was ironically the last person in the world I would ever imagine doing so.

In that moment I found myself physically unable to feel any form of resentment or anger or bitterness towards him because in that moment it felt like he actually cared. I didn't even want to hold a grudge anymore.

He was at least trying and I felt like a major bitch for even thinking about still being angry when he had obviously gone through a lot to do something so thoughtful, or when he was looking at me so hopefully.

His eyes portrayed just how sorry he was, and just how much he wished for me o except this wonderful thing he had spent time and energy and, I was sure, a great deal of money on.

It was, hands down, the kindest thing anyone had ever done for me.

He of course had no idea just how much something like that meant to me and I had no desire to enlighten him but it did mean a great deal to me. The world really.

"Life changing." I said after blankly staring at him as the thoughts rushed through my head. Slow smiles creeping up on both our lips as we stared at each other. It felt like the first genuine moment between the two of us, like for the first time Harry was an actual person in my eyes.

I was by no means letting him completely off the hook, I couldn't make it that easy for him, but I also could not ignore how sweet this was. Besides, it was tiring trying to ignore the annoyingly adorable pop star.

His smile deepened until his famous dimples appeared deeply embedded in his cheeks making my own smile grow.

"Good." He chuckled before running his hands through his hair and tossing it to the side. "I didn't really have anything else in mind. This was kind of my only plan."

I giggled and rolled my eyes at him. "Well I wouldn't say you're a hundred percent out of hot water yet but..." As I looked around the room one more time my smile grew. "You're pretty close."

He smiled an understanding smile before reaching out to place his hand on the back of Jamie's little head and leaned over until he was looking at my son. "Maybe you could help me out there buddy. Tell your mummy how incredible I am."

Jamie grinned widely at Harry's words and flailed his arms around excitedly like he was agreeing which only made Harry grin up at me.

I threw my head back and laughed out loud before looking back at him. "What am I going to do with you boys?"

Notes

Alright isn't Harry sweet?!?!? Enjoy and let me know your thoughts <3