I hold Ally in with one arm and the mail in my other, so help would't go astray. Harry is on the couch eyes glues to the football game. "Go to your playroom." I let her down.

I flick through the mail and set Harry's aside. I rub my tired eyes, the park with a toddler does take a lot out of you. I glance at the clock. "I need to head to the shops, can you please watch her.?" He swiftly turns his head around.


"Yep."


I pick up my handbag and make myself scarce.

Driving to the supermarket is my serenity. I get this time alone all day every day, a short escape. I do worry leaving Ally but Harry is responsible enough, stepping out of the car the paparazzi preying on me. I push my sunglasses further up and ignore their invasive annoying flashes and questions.


Harry and I had everything, but somewhere along the line took it for granted. But only he backed away. I worry there will be point of no return for us. Struggling to forgive not just him but everything that has negatively befallen us I am holding onto nothing for dear life.


"Hi, can I get a picture?" A little girl with blonde hair approaches me. "Of course sweetie." I bend down to her height and her mother takes a photo. It still puzzles me why fans want a photo with me, I am obviously not the famous one.

They thank me and I pay for the groceries and begin my journey home. I pull up at the driveway trying to catch my breath. Resting my forehead on the steering wheel i softly cry. It has become a ritual of mine.

I wish Harry would lay awake with me and stay. All I want is the truth, to know he is ok.




I open the door and to my left Harry still watching the game Ally sitting beside him quietly, what a sight! I smile at this rare moment. I hoist the shopping bags up and Harry rushes to help me. "It's ok I've got it."

"It's fine." He whispers. Our hands brush and the electricity still ignites between us.

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Cutlery hitting the plates is dinner conversation. Ally in her high chair I feed her. She opens her mouth and I feed her some pasta. She is pretty good with her foods she'll eat anything.



I see Harry smirking corner of my eye, please just engage with us.

I take a sip of water putting my glass back down. "Can you watch her for an hour or so." I clear my throat. "Going somewhere." He fishes some food from his teeth, I nod my head.


"What time will you be back?" He cleans his mouth with a napkin. "Not sure."

"I guess so." He sips some beer. "You guess so, she's your daughter Harry."

'I know that." He is agitated. "So start acting like her father." He rolls his eyes.








I drape myself with a black coat and leave the house. This visit is overdue.

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