Baby Daddy (on hold)

“I think we should name her Lebron.”

“Harry, no.”

“Why not?” He replied. Lebron Styles, it’s a cool name.”

A shiver cascaded down my spine at the mention of his last name; I rolled my eyes and lay back on my bed. “Yes and it’s also a boy’s name.”

“Well,” he huffed. “do you have any ideas?”

I smiled slowly and turned to look at the small baby cradled in the carrier the useless doctor had kindly given us. She didn’t look like the annoying baby type, so there was no use in giving her an annoying name. Caloused finger tips ran down the side of my arm and a warm breathe trickled my ear.

“What?” I asked.

“I was singing our part in our song and you didn’t reply?” Harry ripped open a bag of potato chips and sprawled himself out onto my bed and flicked the television on. “Have you thought of a name yet?”

I sighed. “I don’t know.” There were so many names to choose from, yet I didn’t know which one to pick. It was kind of sad that I didn’t know any nice names, I would be a terrible mother when my own baby came along, I’d end up calling it ‘Apple’ or something.

“How about Olivia?” Harry quietly suggested, he said it so quietly that I wasn’t even sure I was meant to hear it.

“Olivia?” I questioned and Harry nodded before shovelling some more chips into his mouth. There were crumbs all over my newly washed duvet and my patience was running thin, my fingers were itching to grab hold of the bag and throw it out of the window.

“Yeah,” Harry spoke. “It’s such a cute name for a cute baby.” He flung his legs over the side of my bed and grabbed the little girl out of her carrier, only to lay her on her back next to him, running his long and gentle fingers up and down her belly, smiling each time she squirmed. “Ooh yes! You are the cutest lil’ fruit cake that I’ve ever seen!” He cooed into her ear and she bubbled and gurgled back. My palm collided with my forehead at how childish he was.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Olivia it is.” He gasped in excitement and leaned over the bab- Olivia to wrap his strong arms around me. My eyes widened and I felt the bed roll a little, seeing a tiny pink onesie roll to the edge of the bed.

“Harry! The baby!” I screeched and leapt forward to only just grab hold of underneath her arms. I blew a strand of hair out of my face and glared at Harry, who had a worried looked etched across his face.


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“Do you think we need to go buy Olivia some more essentials?”

I nodded briefly before cringing and walking into the baby aisle. I had no freaking clue what we needed; all I knew was that we needed food, clothing, nappies, and some cleaning products. Harry’s friends Niall and Zayn were currently looking after Olivia back at his flat, giving us time to go out and blow a load of cash on anything we needed. Harry came strolling past me a few moments later with a trolley full of things; toys, nappies, baby formula and a weird mattress thing that had elephants and monkeys all over it.

“What is that for?” I gestured at the mattress object.

“It doubles as a change mat and a sleeping mat, that way she can sleep comfortably on the floor.” Harry proceeded to stare at bottles of things for three seconds then throwing them into the trolley. “I bought her some sets of clothing, so after her bath tonight I can change her into something new.” I nodded at him before turning to look at the different sorts of cleaning products we’d need."How do you know all of this?" I asked and he shrugged. "Baby cousins and stuff." I picked out some shampoo, soap, a towel with teddy bears on it and one of those blankets that children like to hold in their sleep.

Once we had finished buying, we headed to the cash register, she was blonde and small and her lipstick had smudged onto her teeth, she was blatantly staring at Harry, who seemed oblivious to it as he played with the baby rattle. We said goodbye to Miss prissy and headed off to get something to eat, along the way however, Harry’s arm had subconsciously found its way to my waist, holding me close as we walked through the crowded shopping centre.

“What would you like to eat?” Harry questioned as I scanned the eatery. There was nothing I wanted her at all, to be really honest I wanted to go back to Harry’s and sleep, but I hadn’t spent a day just with Harry in a while, and I was going to make it last.

“I’m thinking the Italian takeaway place in the corner, you?”

“McDonald’s.” He eyed the menu deeply before rushing to the counter and ordering what he wanted. I sighed jokingly and headed over to the Italian place, there was hardly anyone around, so it didn’t take me very long to get what I ordered. Once I had gotten my order and met up with Harry, we decided that it was time for us to leave, and that Harry and I would eat at home. I was worried to bits about how Niall and Zayn had looked after Olivia, knowing those two the flat would be ablaze and all of the food would be eaten.

“I bet you they’re asleep.” Harry murmured when we arrived to his home. It was eerie silent from the inside; no crying baby, that was a good start. I held tightly onto the bags of goods while Harry slowly opened the door to see…nothing. Not one piece of the two boys was there, until we heard a banging sound.

“Niall, the last time you tried to eat broccoli you cried told Harry and I to fuck off.” Zayn’s voice sounded throughout the flat. Harry and I tiredly looked at each other and walked slowly into the kitchen, only to find Niall sat atop the kitchen counter with Zayn on the opposite side, Olivia placed in Niall’s hands, feeding her.

“Where did you find the vegetables?” Harry asked quietly before he yawned, moving over to Olivia to pinch at her cheeks.

“We went on an expedition to the store to find some food, she kept crying and then Niall started to cry because of her crying.” Zayn rolled his eyes discretely and I giggled. “Now, Olivia is trying to feed Niall the broccoli we bought.” Harry smirked and leaned against the table.

“Are you staying tonight?” He said and I instantly nodded. It would be the first night I’d be alone with Harry and the baby at his house, I needed to supervise. Harry smiled once more then clapped his hands, holding them out to Niall in need of Olivia. It actually surprised me how much Harry knew about babies, because he was the one at my door at 4am in the morning half-drunk with a baby in his hands.

“Well, we better hit the hay and leave.” Zayn announced and flicked his head to Niall, he jumped off of the counter and we said our goodbyes.

“It’s getting late,” I yawned to Harry and he hummed in agreement. “They bathed Olivia for us,” He said.

“Will you put her to sleep on her new blanket thingy?” I asked and Harry nodded before rocking her gently and placing her down into the makeshift bed we had created, her tummy bounced up and down and I smiled. How could someone ever want to abandon her?

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Harry slurred while blindly taking off his shirt with his eyes closed. I quickly looked down to my lap and played with the zipper of my jumper. I had never felt this nervous and weird the other times Harry had blatantly stripped in front of me? Why was this happening now?

I heard the zipper of his jeans and the clatter of his belt, oh my god.

“’Night,” He whispered and came to place a warm kiss to my cheek. I didn’t want him to leave, if I wanted to be totally honest I wanted him to stay.

“Harry,” I whispered and he hummed, moving to the door. “Will you stay?” I asked.

He halted his movements and thought for a moment, before turning back around and rolling onto his side of the bed.

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