As the continuous flashes went off, Darcy buried her face In my shirt, whimpering and bunching my shirt in her fists. I patted her back, calming her down as Harry lifted Logan onto the other side of him, blocking the flashing lights from getting to her after she began rubbing her eyes. "Just ignore them", Harry spoke. I took my eyes off Darcy for a moment to look up at Harry who was looking back at me.
"It's a bit hard", I mutter, blinking a few times from the lights. As crowds gathered on the other side of the window, fans began banging on the glass, making Logan frightened and Darcy cry. Harry sent them a few waves before speaking, "We need to go. It's only going to get worse"
I nodded, slipping Darcy into her stroller as Harry hiked Logan on his hip and we began walking outside. I'm not going to lie, I was extremely scared for myself and the girls. Even Harry. I couldn't help but notice the glares I was getting from other girls who were outside the window.

I gripped tightly onto the stroller, hoping that Harry had a good hold on Logan.
Luckily, a police officer on duty came to help as we stepped out of the restaurant and into the car. I buckled the girls in as Harry took pictures with fans and signed a few things before he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove us away. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize a crowd would gather that quickly. I thought we would get a little time alone", he sighed sincerely.
"It’s fine", I say, "Look, the girls are okay", we turn to look at the snoring Darcy and giggling Logan as she played with her teddy.
“I feel horrible though”, he sighed, shaking his head. I placed my hand on his knee, smiling at him and reassuring him that everything was fine.
As we pulled out, we drove away from the now huge crowd and to the apartment.

As we pulled into the underground car park, I got Logan out, setting her on the ground as I took her hand in mine and held my bag in the other while Harry gathered his things and Darcy. He bounced her in his arms gently, trying to keep her sleeping. And it worked.
I stepped into the lift after Harry and pressed the button. I inserted the key when it came to my floor, then piling out of the lift with the others.
“It’s time for your nap baby bear”, I say, scooping up my two year old baby and turning to Harry, “You can put her in Logan’s crib. I’ll put this one on my bed”
He nodded, following me into Logan’s room. I grabbed Logan’s PJ’s as Harry put Darcy to bed. Logan followed me into my room and I lay her on the bed while I got her changed and then watched as she crawled under the duvet and looked up at me with tired eyes. “Have a nice sleep baby bear”, I press my lips to her forehead as her eyelids became heavy and she drifted off to sleep.
When I returned to the lounge room, Harry was down on the couch. I flopped down next to him, letting out a loud sigh. I felt his gaze on me and I turned to face him. “What?”, I asked.
“Nothing”, he spoke. Only now did I realize that our faces were close.
“Then why were you staring?” , I asked, laughing awkwardly.
His nose brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine.
“Because you’re just too beautiful”, he spoke, pressing his lips against mine.
I let out a little gasp as he squeezed my sides, making him giggle against my mouth. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth and I continued to kiss him.
I quickly pulled away after I realized what I was actually doing. “Uh…”, I quickly stutter.
He smirks before his gaze rests on my lips before flickering back up to my eyes. He pulls me by the waist onto his lap and brushes his nose against mine. “Harry”, I warned in a whisper.
“Avery”, Harry mocked back.
“We cannot do this”, I say sternly.
“Why not?”, he challenges.
“Because, this isn’t what we agreed on”, I say, resting my hands on his chest.
“We didn’t agree on not doing this either”
“That’s not the point! This is for Darcy!”, I say, slightly annoyed.
“Am I really that bad?”, he frowned, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Of course not! Your perfect”, I whisper, blushing as I say the last bit.
Harry smirks, placing his hands on my hips. He presses his lips to mine once again, pulling me impossibly closer, “then what is stopping you?’
“I’m not good at relationships! I’m not good at being more than friends with a guy! I always fuck it up by choosing the wrong person to be with”, I say, scared.
He frowns, “What do you mean?”
“I don’t exactly have a good relationship record”, I mutter.
“How so?”
“It’s not important”, I say, brushing our noses together. What am I doing?
“You know I like you right?”, he asked, frowning, “I mean I really like you”
“Y-you do?”, I stutter.
He nods, “You’re beautiful, funny, cute, adorable, strong-willed, indepenant. And you’re the most amazing mother in the entire world”, he whispers, kissing my neck. I let out a moan that I tried to hold in. I felt him smirk against my skin before he gripped my bum tightly.
“That’s why we can’t do this. Because I am a mother and my daughter needs to go first. So does yours. A twisted relationship will distract the both of us”, I whisper. He pulls away.
“I think it will make us better parents”, he argues.
“How so?”
“Darcy loves being around you. She has never become attached with someone so quickly. And that’s the same for Logan. Maggie and Luna told me that she never goes well with new people. Yet she seemed to love me and the boys”, he speaks up.
“That’s not the point”
“Then what is?!”, he says, getting slightly angry. I flinch and move backward and he seems to notice because his eyes soften and he pecks my forehead. “Please, just tell me why we can’t”
“Because I already have feelings for you, okay?!”, I shout, throwing my hands in the air. He looks shocked before a smirk replaces his confusion.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. I shouldn’t have told you”, I say, scooting off his lap, but he stops me.
“So you have feelings for me. Tell me more”, he smirks again.
“N-no. You’ve heard enough”
“If you have feelings for me, why can’t we be in a relationship?”
“I don’t want Logan to get hurt! Or Darcy! I’ve spent two years single because I don’t want Logan to get hurt the way I did!”, I shout. Harry’s face pales.
“H-hurt?”, he stutters, “How were you hurt?”
“It doesn’t matter”, I whisper, “Come on, let’s just watch a movie”
He was reluctant to let go of me at first but he let me go and I put in a movie and then snuggled in next to him.
I was slightly startled by the way he handled the conversation.
I mean, he looked generally concerned for me when I said that I didn’t want to get hurt.