Be Like You

I wanted to finish my college education, and at the moment that would only be possible with taking the courses online. With James at only two months I couldn’t bear to leave him alone with a nanny.

Much to my dismay, the boys hadn’t left for London yet which made their daily visits necessary in their opinion.

I didn’t mind it if they came, it was nice seeing people but I always had a feeling that Harry would be with them one day and he would see James.

James was growing quickly, and every day I saw more of Harry and in him and it scared me shitless. He had the sparkling blue eyes I had seen in Harry’s baby pictures and the adorable curls, not to mention he had inherited his father’s dimples. To say he looked like Harry was an understatement, he was like a mini Harry; anyone could see that.

The knocking at the door kicked me out of my thoughts, glancing at the computer screen I gave up on the paper and saved the document before saving it and walking to the front door, whoever was at the door kept knocking until it turned into a fist hitting it.

I opened it quickly so it wouldn’t wake James up, only rolling my eyes seeing Louis and Harry, “Can I help you Lou?”

“I wanted to see James!” he grinned hugging me and walking past me straight to the nursery.

Pulling him by his ear I stopped him halfway and sat him down, “I just got him to sleep.
You’re not waking him up.”

“Hey stranger” I smirked at Harry as I sat in my original seat, moving the laptop to the coffee table in front of me.

“Sorry about that” he chuckled running a hand through his hair, “I’ve been busy with a few things.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s fine, I understand.”

Looking I realized his partner in crime was missing, if he was doing what I thought he was doing all hell was about to break lose.

“Haz! Look at him. Isn’t he just a sight?” Louis called excitedly from the nursery’s open door, only to be followed by a wailing and crying from James.

Slapping my face I picked James up from the crib as Louis just made faces at him, this wasn’t going to end well. All I had wanted today was a simple day to finish some school work early this week and to spend some time with my son. At this rate I was going to be committing some murders.

“Can I carry him?” Harry asked carefully walking into the nursery room.

Sighing in defeat I nodded, handing him the wailing baby, turning to Louis with a look that could kill you on the spot. Louis fell the floor kissing my feet and beginning for forgiveness, “I’m sorry! I forgot, please don’t kill me.”

“Lizzie, can we talk?” Harry cleared his throat getting my attention, “Alone” he added looking at Louis.

Lou scurried out of the room, closing the door behind him. I took a seat on the feeding chair as Harry took a seat on the small foot rest in front of it, James still in his arms falling asleep quickly.

“I’ve know about James being mine” he admitted not looking at me, keeping his gaze on the baby, “And I should have come around here sooner than now. Hell, I should have been with you in the hospital but I was scared. But I want you to know I want to be in his life.”

I shook my head interrupting his speech, “You don’t have to Harry, I’m doing fine on my own with Meagan.”

“I want to” he insisted finally looking up at me, “I want to be involved. We don’t have to be dating or anything. We can be parents without being together.”

“Harry, you live in London.” I reminded him.

Harry smiled, that one smile that I hadn’t seen from him in months, “That’s why I’ve been so busy. I was getting an apartment for me ready, it has three bedrooms. One for me, one for James and one for you.”

“I don’t understand?”

Chuckling he nodded, “I know what I’m asking for is a lot. But I want to be in his life. I’m not mad at you, not anymore. I understand what you were doing was for reasons you thought were right.”

“Harry, I’ve got a life here” I sighed, “and LA is my home. I tried in London and it didn’t work for me.”

“Please? At least while I’m not on tour. You can come back to LA when I’m gone.” He insisted, almost pleading.

“Alright, I’ll think it over” I gave up, “But you’re really not mad?”

He shook his head, “I was furious when Niall showed me his picture. I missed out on important things during the pregnancy. Trust me, I was about to come here in a rage, but then I remembered that I helped make him. And as much as I wanted to hate you, you’re my sons mother; sure we’ve had a complicated history but we made this beautiful baby.”

Taking James form his arms and setting him back down in his crib I turned to Harry, “Thank you. For not hating me.”

He pulled me into a hug, “It’s you I have to thank, and if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have James.”