Baby Daddy (on hold)

If there was one way to get me sprinting down the dead corridors at 11:52am on a school day while frantically trying to dial Harry’s number-- then this would be it. Harry had called my phone at least three times and on the third left a message, he was blubbering some nonsense into the phone while Olivia was crying in the background, luckily for him, I was only studying this period. I ripped open my bag as soon as I spotted my car and quickly fumbled with my keys, I didn’t have time to put on a seatbelt-- so I turned the ignition and sped off, I didn’t have a clue what had happened to Harry or Olivia, all I knew was that Harry was crying and if Harry was crying it was something bad.

I pulled up quickly to Harry’s apartment block and grabbed my bag and the little pink baby bag Harry had insisted he bought for me incase I was ever to look after her and he had forgotten his. I zoomed past the front desk aiming a rushed smile at the front desk lady before impatiently pushing the buttons of the elevator. The ride up was long and unbearable to the 24th floor, once I had gotten up to Harry’s apartment I could hear the shrill cry of Olivia, which immediately made me barge into the room uninvited.

Harry was nowhere in sight.

“Harry?” I called and slowly set my things down. I could still hear Olivia’s cries and my bottom lip started to quiver. Where were they?

“Margo,” Harry croaked and I darted towards the kitchen bathroom-- there Harry sat with Olivia cradled in his hands, a deep cut underneath her eye.

“Harry,” I whispered again. “What happened?”

He choked on a sob and I immediately dashed towards the sink, filling it up with warm water and wetting a wash cloth. “I-I went to grab a movie from my r-room and I was holding Olivia and I slipped-” He stopped there but I didn’t need a further explanation. Instead of pressing him further, I placed a small end of the cloth across Olivia’s cut, earning another shrill cry from her, but I had to clean it up. I needed to get her sorted before I could deal with the other baby- Harry.

“I didn’t mean to.” He cried and I ran a hand through his hair. I cradled the baby in my hands and Harry placed his head in the crook of my neck, sniffling every once and while.

“I know.” I replied.

It had felt like hours before Olivia dozed off in the comfort of my arms, I placed her in her little bed before going back into the bathroom and holding out my hand, signalling for Harry to follow. He yawned a little and wrapped an arm loosely around my waist as I guided him to his bedroom.

“You need rest,” I told him and he nodded, unbuckling his pants, yet not taking them off, but unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it somewhere on the floor. He rolled lazily into his bed and I covered him with a blanket and running a hand through his hair once more before closing the door of his bedroom and walking into the living room. I slumped myself into his couch and pulled out my phone- I’d have at least 90 missed calls and texts from my Mother and Father wondering where I was instead of school-- I’d deal with it later.

I decided on studying for my exams rather than taking a nap, I needed to pass this damn class otherwise my entire life would end. (am I right highschoolers.) The expectations my parents had for me were so high that I didn’t know if I would ever be able to meet them. I don’t want to be a doctor or a scientist, heck, I want to be a teacher, yet my parents believe that my capabilities can make me achieve higher.



After an hour and a half of studying, I decided to check up on Harry and Olivia. I creeped my way down the hall and to Harry’s room, the soft snores coming from Harry were the only things I could hear. He was turned on his side, the blanket resting just above his stomach, letting the top of his swallow tattoos peek out. His cherry red lips and long eyelashes could make any girl cry, he actually looked sort of...attractive. I made a face. No! you can’t think that Margo, oh my goodne-” Before I could stab myself for thinking such things there was movement on Harry’s bed. His arms stretched out and he groaned softly. I wonder what he sounds like when he’s having se- No! stop it right now!

“Good morning, sunshine.” I joked as Harry fisted at his eyes and blinked momentarily before smiling at me.

“Hey,” He replied but before I could speak again his lip was quivering and his eyes became glassy. “Oh no, what happened to Oliv-” I cut him off my shhing him and rubbing a hand down his back.

“She’s fine, just got a little cut under her eye and that’s it.” He sighed sadly and leaned towards my touch.

“M’such a horrible Dad.” He replied and I frowned.

“No you’re not,” I replied. “You just need some practise, and everyone who’s everyone knows you’re clumsy.”

“But you’re not meant to be clumsy with a child, Margo. You’re meant to be on your feet all the time and- and I don’t think I can do it. What if it was something worse? What if Livvie had gotten into the boardgame drawer and they toppled onto her? Don’t think I could live with myself Margo.” He pouted and curled up to my side.

“You’ll be a good dad, Harry. I’m sure of it.” He nodded in reply and wrapped his arms around me.

“You smell really nice,” He said and I giggled. “Smell like daisy’s, y’know? Daisy’s are my favourite flower. They bright,” He said. “Just like you.” I laughed once more before he rolled us around so I was underneath him.

“You smell like sweat.” I replied and this time he giggled, rolling off of the mattress and strolling lazily into the bathroom, smirking slightly before closing the door.

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