#I love one (1) sweetly dorky doctor

[emeraldtawny]

Happy Birthday Kyle!

Drunken doc birthday time~! yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! One floof on the rocks, with an extra shot of cute pig, comin’ right up! uwu~

“Hey, ___? How long are you planning on having me keep my eyes closed?”

“Just until everything is ready. Stop being so impatient, will you?”

“Well, you’ve got my hopes up now. Whatever you’ve got planned, I’m expecting great things.”

The truth is Kyle knows that whatever his girlfriend is planning, he was bound to love it. Sitting in the dining room with his eyes shut tight, he languidly rests his chin in his hand, his other hand drumming his fingers against the table from pinky to index finger and then repeating the sequence. He registers the sound of the door opening with a soft creak and then closing with a click, his eyebrow raising but otherwise diligent in his promise to keep his eyes closed.

“Any day now, ___. I’ll be dead in my chair by the time you’re ready.” He calls out cheekily, his grin widening at the sound of a huff. He knows her cheeks are puffed out in an adorable pout and the desire to see her expression is the closest he gets to opening his eyes.

“You’re incorrigible.”

(Even your angry voice is cute. But I know you’re not really mad at me, and that just makes you even cuter.)

“Yeah. Don’t know why you put up with me, to be honest.”

(But I’m glad you do. I honestly can’t imagine a future without you in it. Don’t think I could bear it.)

Amidst his drifting thoughts, Kyle is thrust back into reality by her hand brushing back his bangs, their unruly edges curling playfully around her fingers as she pushes back his fringe. He turns his head to the side, trying yet failing miserably to keep the anticipation off of his face, itself manifesting into a dopey grin. Light as a feather, Kyle feels her plush lips press a kiss to his forehead and for a moment, he genuinely forgets the world around him; he’s too lost to her sweet presence to even bother remembering anything else.

“Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

He heeds her command, his eyes narrowing fondly as he gazes upon her. She wears a sweet smile, her eyes seeming to twinkle with pure glee, and Kyle himself seems unaware of how perfectly he was mirroring her expression.

“You are not going to tell me that kiss was my present, are you?”

She giggles as she pulls her hand back, Kyle’s hair falling back into place, his skin immediately missing her warmth.

“You’ll see what it is.”

He quirks an eyebrow at her clearly conspiratory words. Any question on his lips remains unsaid, drowned out by a soft ‘goo’ sound.

He spins around at the familiar sound, pushing his chair back to stand next to his beloved girlfriend and completely gawking at what he sees. His little piglet, Goo, trots proudly towards him, donning a tiny bowtie and balancing a tray perfectly on his round noggin. Kyle can only blink, but he catches ___ holding back her delighted laughter from beside him. Goo stops at Kyle’s feet, a tiny oink escaping the piglet as he does. Still somewhat in disbelief, Kyle bends down to grab the single martini glass in the centre of the tray. He stares at the drink, then at ___, and then back to the drink in his hand.

“Did that really just happen?”

She huffs a short laugh, “What? Did I train your pig to be a waiter and bring you a drink? I may have done that.”

(...I think that was the cutest thing I have ever seen. In my entire life.)

He glances down once again at the cocktail in his hand - a Pimm’s Cup, his usual go-to. The aromas of the citrus fruits mingling with the sweet smell of the gin-based alcohol fill his heart to bursting. Such a sweet, simple gesture delivered in a cooky, silly way; he couldn’t plan it any better himself.

Kyle sets the glass down on the table behind him before crouching down to grab the tray and set it down on the ground so he can rub Goo’s forehead, completely aware of how his cheeks are beginning to hurt with how much he’s smiling. With a happy snort, Goo makes an about-face and trots away. In the next moment, Kyle stands back up and reaches an arm out to wrap around the waist of the wonderful woman beside him, pulling her against him in a tight hug.

She makes a sound of shock before giggling and nuzzling into his shoulder as her own arms wrap around him in return.

“Happy birthday, Kyle.”

Her words are mumbled against his shirt, but he couldn’t care less, the pitcher of his heart too full and overflowing with her love as intoxicating as absinthe.

“Mm.”

He can’t say anything more, too afraid that any words will leave his lips choked and full of emotion. But she knows how he feels from the way he’s holding her alone - like she’s the most impossibly beautiful treasure he has ever seen. Little does she know how close that is to the truth, and Kyle thanks his lucky stars every day for the beautiful woman that stumbled into his life and stole his heart.

[canary3d-obsessed]

Lost Tomb Reboot Lewks: Part 13

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning: Spoilers for both seasons of The Lost Tomb Reboot and also vaguely for Daomu Biji in general

Look 66 belongs to Ah Ning, who has chosen, for this adaptation, to go with short hair, heavy makeup, and all-black clothes, but with a bit of a club vibe, rather than her more usual tactical vibe. 

The short hair is a weird choice. The whole schtick with DMBJ adaptations is that you have to tell who's who by their costuming and styling, since the associated actors toss roles back and forth faster than Wu Xie and Xiao Ge on a date with Liu Sang. 

Hot guy in a hoodie? Xiao Ge. Slightly dorky but ridiculously charismatic guy who dresses like Joey Ramone? Hei Yanjing. Man who's too old for fluffy bangs and puppy-dog eyes but is working the hell out of them anyway? Wu Xie. Ponytail, gun, and a whole bunch of disposable sidekicks? Ah Ning.

Ah Ning, Lost Tomb 1 version, with her signature ponytail & disregard for human life.

For this look, Ah Ning has gotten rid of her long hair, henchmen, weapons, and the part of her shirt that normally would cover her belly. This is an outfit that says "I am finally ready to fuck Wu Xie." 

Unfortunately she decides to accessorize this outfit with a giant deadly snake. 

This snake, unlike the equivalent snake in uhhhhhmmm a different DMBJ show that Ah Ning might theoretically die in, does not appear to be poisonous or have an unusual instant-kill-you ability. It just squeezes her a little bit, and the boys don't make any attempt to revive her, even though not-breathing is a super survivable condition, if it's corrected quickly. 

This non-poisonous snake accessory is all about killing a woman so that men can feel manpain, and I am kind of offended that this version of Ah Ning went out like that, after being a badass in every other adaptation. 

(more after the cut!) 

The hypothetical other show where a version of this scene perhaps also happens does correct this, by having her talk about her acceptance of the risk of death, and by having the fucking snake be POISONOUS. I am not naming the show because where’s the fun in that? If you watch TLTR first, like I did, you get to be worried about Ah Ning in every other show she’s in, which is exhausting but also kind of fun. (I don’t mind women dying in fiction, as long as their deaths are an important part of their own stories, rather than just being important for the growth of the men around them.)

Thanks to poor accessory choices, Ah Ning and her snake necklace go the same route as Ye Piaopiao and No-Longer-Mute Chick; fortunately Xiao Ge didn't fall for Tattoo Artist Ah Tou or she'd be in the morgue with the rest of them.

Look 67 is young Wu Xie's jungle adventure outfit, featuring a bright white popover jacket with cream color sleeves from Scotch & Soda’s Club Nomade collection. Scotch & Soda have have thoughtfully printed their name on the string so that those of you who share Wu Xie's clothing tastes will know where to shop. You know who you are. 

You would think highly visible bright white would be a bad choice for a jungle adventure, but apparently snakes in these parts are only attracted to goths.

Wu Xie is also wearing wired ear pods, which did not exist whenever this flashback supposedly happened, but if we're cool with sentient crustaceans and clams that can incapacitate a ruthless trained assassin (clams got legs!), we can be cool with ear pods.

The show conveys flashback-Wu-Xie's youth and naiveté by having him smile sweetly, not watch Ah Ning take her clothes off, and not attempt CPR after she gets lightly squeezed by a snake.

Looks 68 and 69 belong to Not Ah Ning, who is played by Liu Yuqi, who also plays Ah Ning. Her makeup is much softer and prettier as this character than as Ah Ning; this character’s job is to be pleasing to men, whereas Ah Ning’s job is to get male underlings killed on the regular, so I guess that makes sense. 

This outfit is an amazing body-hugging soft green jumpsuit with raised quilty detailing on the arms and shoulders. Her jumpsuit perfectly matches the couch she's sprawled on, which is her subtle way of telling Jiang Zisuan that she is a nice comfy place to have a lie down. 

She accessorizes this look with her usual soft wavy brown hair and a scattering of gold finger rings. I think she also accessorizes this with ass pads, because Ah Ning does not appear to be draggin’ this wagon in her scenes. I checked. For science.  

When the first outfit doesn't work, she ditches the subtlety and goes for a Chanel-style suit in black, white, and red, with a with a black leather bustier underneath. 

Unfortunately this is a wasted effort, because the Jiang Zisuan she tries this on is actually Wu Xie in disguise. 

Wu Xie only likes girls if they are 1. secretly manipulating him while acting like a tiny adorable sidekick, 2. trying to kill him repeatedly while adventuring together, 3. planning to kill him as soon as the roads are clear but willing to bone in the meantime, or 4. are a skin effigy with a sentient crustacean in their head.

Sorry, Not Ah Ning; this was a good effort. 

Look 70 features Wu Xie in a white thermal shirt, dark blue jeans, and fake facial hair. This is a good look for sitting with your not-quite girlfriend and wondering how you both managed to have romances with Bai Yu in parallel universes. (OP recently watched Love O2O, which is a trip for fans of DMBJ, Guardian, or feminism)

Fortunately Wu Xie doesn’t know that his second-favorite doctor/Zhan Rishan’s girlfriend also had a romance with Bai Yu or his mind would be entirely blown. 

This is a soft, comfortable look, perfect for torturing someone, with help from your first-favorite doctor, by pretending to poison someone with nicotine, all so you can have a few moments of quality time with a cigarette before said doctor takes them away again. 

Wu Xie's cigs are stored in a buttery-soft leather case that completely covers the brand name of the cigarettes, so apparently cdramas don’t go in for ciggy product placements. 

Wo Xie wears this outfit with a silvery-metal watch with a black leather wrist strap. The watch appears to be round, and it probably tells time. (If you’re new to the Lewks series: I lack watch knowledge and that’s not likely to change.)

Wu Xie finally peels off his fake facial hair so we can see his pretty face again, only to replace the facial hair with an entire fake face. Fortunately, this face, belonging to actor Wu Lipeng, is also pretty. 

Look 71 belongs to Wu Xie, initially (for this outfit) played by Wu Lipeng until his inevitable unmasking. So many actors have played Wu Xie, this whole disguise thing is barely worth blinking at. Wu Lipeng does a nice job changing his mannerisms to play Wu Xie, and this whole schtick eventually gives us Zhu Yilong's delightful performance as Wang Meng, so even though we eventually get way too much of not-Zhu-Yilong in the role, I’m good with it.

This outfit features black jeans, black tactical boots & gloves, and Ah Ning’s coin bracelet, although it’s mostly hard to see the bracelet. The outfit’s main feature is a possibly-leather jacket that’s been molded into a hideous and disturbing voronoi pattern. 

This jacket is probably very expensive and took a lot of work to craft, but it makes him look  like he’s wearing a Glad Force Flex garbage bag. I mean, I guess that's cool. 

This outfit is good for several episodes worth of adventures, including getting tied up and being sassy...

...and underwater cave exploration, which is totally a thing that a person with critically damaged lungs can do.  

This outfit is good for homoerotic wrestling...

...and also for heteroerotic wrestling.

This is also a good outfit for being gently cradled in the arms of your doctor, while you massage your throat in order to swallow what he's putting in your mouth.

The fingerless gloves are useful for helping Xiao Bai get out of not one, but two different situations in which she stepped on a trap without realizing it, requiring Wu Xie to get down on the ground and have a tense encounter with her foot. 

Scenes like this are where costuming really makes a difference. In this shot, we we watch a stunt hand (Zhu Yilong has never had that long of a thumbnail in his life) hold a wire steady, while a stunt foot is pulled out from under it.  

This shot includes a lot of visual texture and interest, from the hatch lines on the palm of the glove to the cross-striping of the boot lace. The complexity of this glove and this boot help to hold our attention when they’re in the frame, allowing the tension of the scene to build, instead of dissipating when the viewer runs out of things to look at.

Bonus Look 1

Carrying all that tragic baggage has given Jiang Zisuan spectacular arm muscles.

Bonus Look 2

Zhu Yilong with not-fake facial hair. 

Daaaaaamn.

[all-the-love-harold]

It’s a Sign of the Times - Part 8

Part 7.5 

Master Post 

Harry reached the top of the stairs on Danny’s floor and made his way down the hallway to his door, a boozy smell surrounding it. He drew in a deep breath and knocked on the door, unsure what he’d be greeted with. After a few seconds, a drunken Danny answered the door, squinting at the harsh light in the hallway.

“What the fuck do you want dick head?” He slurred at Harry “Come to buy my silence of summat?”

September 11th, 2017- 22 Weeks

Harry carried both of your bags down to the car while you did one last one check around the wedding house to make sure you hadn’t left anything behind.  The wedding had been everything you’d ever dreamed of, and the following two days had been filled with love and support from both your family and Harry’s.

“Got everything?” Harry asked, as he bounded up the front steps to the house, meeting you at the front door and wrapping an arm around your shoulder and placing a soft kiss on your forehead

“Yeah” you nodded, “just mum’s bags when she’s ready.” Since Harry was leaving for tour tomorrow, and you’d reached the point in your pregnancy where your condition could start to affect things, your mum had decided to stay with you in London, until Harry gets back.

“Will she be long?” he asked, looking at his phone to check the time “we’ve got that baby appointment this afternoon and it’s three hours back if the traffic’s good”

“Five minutes” you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder “We’re about to leave the wedding bubble H”

He placed a kiss on your forehead “the real world isn’t so bad with you as my wife.”

The front door of the house burst open and your mum stepped out, struggling to carry her bags “Oh sorry” she blushed “have I interrupted a moment?”

“You’re fine Mum” you smiled, ushering her out the door

“Let me get those bags for you Mrs Y/L/N”

“Harry please!” your mum handed him the bags “call me Linda”

Harry smiled and took the bags off your mum and loaded them into the boot of the range rover while you and your mum climbed in. You made a quick stop off at Anne’s so that Harry could say goodbye before he left for tour and headed off in time to make it back for your appointment at 3. The journey back was slow, with traffic getting busier the closer you got to London, but you didn’t mind, because it gave you and your mum time to catch up on all the things you’d missed being so far away from each other and Harry the chance to get to know her a little better. They’d met a few times over the years, but it had always been brief and, most of the time, rushed, to fit in with his busy schedule and you were glad to see that they were getting along so well.

“We’re going to have to go straight to the midwife love” Harry said to you, checking the clock as you got closer to London

“That’s fine” you yawned, tired from the weekend you’d had “Mum can come, she’s going to have to know what’s going on anyway”

“I can just stay in the waiting room, they probably won’t want me in there”

“That’s a good point” you turned in your seat to look at your mum in the back “are you alright with that?”

“Of course dear, you’ll tell me everything I need to know”

Harry pulled into the carpark of your doctor’s offices about half an hour later, stressed from the busy traffic, and ready to get out and stretch his legs.

“H” you smiled sweetly as you all stepped out of the car

“Hmm” he said, stretching his arms out “what’s up love?”

“My handbag with my notes is in the boot” you pointed to the back of the car “under everything”

He rolled his eyes at you and opened the boot, moving bags around until he eventually found your handbag “Y/N” he said closing the boot, making you look up from your phone, that was still blowing up with congratulations from, friends, family and fans “catch” and he made sure the zipper was done up on your bag and threw it at you.

“Thanks” you smiled catching the bag

“Good catch” he made his way over to you, putting his arm around you “let’s go see our little man”

You hadn’t yet told him about the message you’d received from Danny the night of your wedding. You knew he’d be mad, and you knew he’d try and do something about it, but you wanted to enjoy your first few days together as a married couple first, and now that your mum was here finding the right time to tell him would prove difficult too, but you promised yourself that, at some point today, you would pull him aside and tell him. After checking in at the front desk you all took your seats, whispering to each other about the wedding, all giggling as you remembered all the dorky dance moves that Harry brought out as the night went on. Harry knew you were nervous about this appointment and every time he caught you looking over at place where your midwife would soon appear and call your name, he’d change the subject, to keep your mind off things

“Y/N” Julie said, popping her head around the corner of the hallway that lead to the examination room. Both you and Harry stood up and made your way over to her greeting her as you got close. She lead you down the hallway and ushered you into one of the rooms, closing the door behind you. “I heard on the radio this morning that you two got married over the weekend?”

“We did” Harry smiled widely at you

“Well congratulations” she said “although, I must say I was a little confused, because I’m sure you told me he wasn’t the father”

“He’s not” you shook your head, “But close enough” you squeezed Harry’s hand and smiled at him

“Right” she nodded “I’m sensing things are a little more complicated than they seem, and it’s my job to make sure your little guy is doing just fine in there, so why don’t you jump on that bed there, and we’ll take a look”

You did as you were told, lying down on the bed and lifting your shirt up to expose your bump. Harry stood next to you and held your hand as she squeezed the gel onto your belly. Within seconds you heard the familiar sound of your little boy’s heart beat and your entire body relaxed. You knew he was ok in there, because you’d been feeling him move around for the last few weeks, but ever since you had the miscarriage scare, that sound always made you breathe a sigh of relief.  

“So you’re at 22 weeks now?” Julie asked, looking a little concerned

“Yeah” you nodded

“And have you been feeling any movement?”

“He goes wild when Harry sings” you laughed, smiling up at Harry as he smiled back weakly, worried about Julie’s obvious concern

She smiled, keeping her eyes fixed on the screen “I bet he does”

“Is everything ok?” Harry asked, squeezing your hand a little tighter

Julie took her eyes off the screen and swivelled the chair so that she was facing you both “He’s a little smaller than we’d expect at 22 weeks, but everything else looks healthy to me so I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about, I’ll have doctor Miller take a look at these pictures and she’ll come in a little while and discuss things with you” she pressed a few buttons on the ultrasound machine, you assumed to load the images into the system for your doctor to look at.

“Thank you” you and Harry both said quietly as she left the room.

Harry placed a soft kiss onto your hand as the door shut behind Julie “he’s probably just a small baby, you’re not exactly the biggest human I know, and Danny was no giant”

“Speaking of Danny” you sat up and wiped the gel off your bump, pulling your shirt down “I got a message from him on our wedding night”

He let go of your hand and gave you a stern but curious look “What did he want?”

“Custody” your lips drew into a sharp line as Harry drew in a deep breathe, filled with rage

“After what he said to you when you told him?” he placed his hand back over yours “Not a chance”

“He’s the Dad Harry, I don’t know how much a choice we have in this”

“There’s no way he’ll get custody off you,” he placed his hand over your bump “I’ll do everything I can to stop this Y/N”

“This is why I married you” you kissed his forehead and swung your legs around, hopping off the bed and making your way over to the chair next to the doctor’s desk. Harry followed, rage still a little evident on his face.

“I’ll call my lawyer as soon as we get home and see what we can do” he said, sitting down next to you

“I’m not sure your lawyer will know a thing about family law H”

“She’ll know someone that does though”

Before you had a chance to respond, Doctor Miller walked in with a clip board in her hand “So I’m told I can call you Mr and Mrs Styles now?” she smiled at you both

“You sure can!” you smiled back, placing your hand on Harry’s thigh, while he pulled on his lip, still thinking about what he could do about Danny.  

“Well congratulations” she nodded, taking a seat in the chair behind the desk “So I had a look at your scans, and your little boy is looking a little small, he’s measuring about 3 weeks behind, which with your condition is ok, it means he can stay in there longer without being affected the shape of your uterus”

“That sounds like a good thing” you said shyly

“The longer he’s in there the better” she smiled “We’ll have to review your C-section dates now” she clicked through a few screens on her computer until she came to one that showed what looked like her schedule for November and December “right now we’ve got you in on November 10th and December 1st, so what I’ll do, is keep the December 1st date, which, if everything goes to plan, would have you measuring at 34 weeks, and we’ll book another one in for December 15th which will have you at 37 weeks.”

You nodded, breathing a sigh of relief knowing that Harry’s tour ends on December 8th.

“Of course, we’ll be keeping an eye on things and these dates are definitely not set in stone, but it helps me to have dates in mind”

“Of course,” you smiled, knowing what it’s like to try and work around everyone else’s schedule

She smiled back “Now ideally, baby will stay in there until at least 35 weeks, but like I said before, we’ll be keeping an eye on things, once you reach 30 weeks, we’ll have you in for weekly scans again and I’d like you to start keeping track of all your symptoms from now on, including all of his movements”

“I can do that”

“Is there a reason he would be so small?” Harry asked

“It could be a few things, I don’t think there’s anything to be worried about, but we will keep an eye on his growth to make sure he hasn’t stopped, but all of his vital organs are developing at the right pace, so I’d say he’s just a small baby, which is not uncommon, especially in pregnancies like these”

“Good news” Harry smiled, squeezing your hand

“I’ll get you to book an appointment with Julie for next week to check his growth, and all things going well, I won’t need to see you then”

“Great” you said “does this mean I’m only at 19 weeks now? Or am I still 22?”

“You’re still 22 weeks, like I just said, everything else is developing as it should be, he’s just smaller than average, which is fine” she smiled reassuringly “Any other questions?”

You looked at Harry and he shook his head “No, I think we’re ok” you said, picking up your handbag

“Great” she stood and walked over to the door, opening it for you “I’ll see you next time then”

Both you and Harry thanked her as you walked out of the room and made your way to the front desk to make next weeks appointment. As soon as your mum spotted you she stood and quickly made her way over to you, worried about why it took so long but relived to see you and Harry didn’t look to concerned.

“Everything ok?” she asked Harry as you spoke to the receptionist

“Yeah” he nodded, still thinking about Danny “he’s a little smaller than he should be, but the doctor said that’s normal in pregnancies like these, she has to come in next week though, for another scan to make sure he hasn’t stopped growing” he whispered, aware of other couples in the waiting room

Your mum nodded along with Harry “Next Friday?” she asked

He nodded “probably, she has Friday’s off work, so that’s when her appointments have been, besides today of course”

You turned away from the front desk and slid your hand into Harry’s “Good to go?” you asked, and he pulled the car keys out of his pocket

“Let’s go home” he smiled at you and your mum

***

When you arrived back at Harry’s house, which you suppose was your house now too, he hurled all your bags inside and left you and your mum alone while he made the phone call to his lawyer. Closing the door to his office behind him, he searched the room for his work phone which he’d left at home for the wedding because he knew he wouldn’t need it. Finding it in the top drawer of his desk, he dialled the number of his lawyer’s office and waited for her to pick up.

“Harry!” she said cheerfully into the phone “To what do I owe the pleasure”

“Uh” he sighed “how much do you know about family law?”

“Not a lot, but I can draw you up a post-nup”

Harry giggled to himself and shook his head “Don’t need one of those – this is more of a custody type thing”

“Ok” she said a little unsure of what was going on “a little out of my depth I’m afraid, but tell me what’s going on and I’ll see what I can do, or who I can refer you to”

“Right” he said sitting down on the couch in the corner “My wife is 22 weeks pregnant, but the kid’s not mine” he stopped and thought for a second “that sounds bad” he sighed “we only got married on Friday and we weren’t together when she got pregnant, I set her up with the dude”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the problem”

“This is definitely out of my area of expertise, but continue so I know who I can put you onto”

“When he was told, he didn’t want a thing to do with it, told her not to get in contact with him about child support or anything like that but now, since he knows that we’re together, he told her that he would be taking her to court for custody” he let out a deep sigh “I guess I just want to know what my rights are here,”

“As far as I could work out, since you married Y/N on Friday, you have the rights of a step- father”

“Which are?” harry asked, pulling his lip nervously

“You’ll have parental responsibility, granted that you remain married to your wife”

“And where does that leave him?”

“That’s where I fall short I’m afraid Harry, are you and your wife able to come into the office tomorrow? I can set you up an appointment with one of our family lawyers?”

“I leave tomorrow, for tour, but if it can happen in the morning, then we can make it in”

“I’ll see what I can do, I’ll email you”

“Great, thanks for your help” he hung up the phone and dropped it into his lap, placing his face in his hands and rubbing his temples with the tips of his fingers, trying to figure out what he could do next. Tonight was his last night at home with you before he left for tour, and all he wanted to do is spend it watching rom coms and doing all the things that you were both too tired for on your wedding night, but he also needed to make Danny go away before he left, so that he didn’t need to worry about him trying to intimidate you. He stood from the couch, putting his phone in his back pocket and making his way out of his office.

You and your mum were stood in the kitchen, discussing what the doctor had said earlier, she was telling you that Anna, your sister, was a small baby and that there was nothing to worry about. You nodded along, agreeing that everything was probably fine and quickly changed the subject to the nursery. You loved your mum, but you had always found it difficult to talk about serious things with her because she often refused to recognise the bad things that could potentially happen. Not that you liked to dwell on them, but you felt it best to acknowledge that they were there. Harry walked in as you pulled the paint cards out of the drawer, showing them to your mum.

“I’ve got to go tie a few loose ends before I leave tomorrow” he said picking up his keys, and placing a gentle kiss on your lips “I’ll bring us back some dinner- the fridge is empty”

You nodded accepting the kiss, but looking at him, a little confused by his sudden need to leave, knowing exactly what his last phone call had been about. “Will you be long?”

“Shouldn’t be” he said, walking out of the room towards the front door “I still like the light blue” he yelled, referring to the paint colours

“It’s grey Harold!” you yelled back, hearing him giggle as he shut the front door. You looked at the time on your phone and realised that it was past 5 and there was no way he could be going to his office to tie up loose ends because his PA would have left for the day and you knew as well as he did that he was useless on his own. “I’ll be back in a sec mum”

You jogged out of the house and into the garage, finding Harry in his car, searching for the remote that opened the gate, he spotted you, and opened the window “What’s up love?” he asked, still looking around avoiding eye contact with you

“Where are you going H?” you asked shyly ‘It’s past 5, Emma would have gone home by now”

“I can’t let Danny do this” he admitted, finally looking at you

“What did your lawyer say?” you asked sympathetically

“She doesn’t know enough about family law, she’s going to get us an appointment with someone who knows what they’re talking about tomorrow” he sighed “I just want to talk to him Y/N, see what he wants”

You leant your arms on the window of the car, leaning your head inside “we know what he wants”

“Well, he’s not getting it” he said, frown forming on his face “he doesn’t deserve that little boy”

“Don’t say anything stupid H- don’t give him anything that he could to the media about” you kissed him temple and moved away from the car

“Promise” he said, holding his pinky up for you to shake. You wrapped your pinky around his and giggled at how childish the gesture was but admiring it just the same.

“Don’t be long either, don’t want mum to think you’re avoiding me after being married for two days”

He laughed “I’ll be a quick as I can, could you open the gate for me? Can’t find the remote”

“Yeah” you nodded turning and walking back towards the house to where the main control for the gate was “Bye H” you called as he drove the car out the driveway and you closed the gate behind him.

He sped down the quiet London street away from the house, thoughts running through his head. He didn’t know what he was going to say to Danny, but he knew you were right, he had to keep it civil and respectful for the sake of his career. He could hardly release merchandise that boasts the phrase “Treat People with Kindness” if there were articles circulating about him doing the exact opposite.

Danny lived on the other side of London in a dingy old flat that Harry was only able to find because he’d been there once before, to help Danny bring some supplies to set for the photoshoot. He climbed up the stairs, opening lines running through his head “Do you really want a kid mate?”, “you don’t know the first thing about being a dad”, “You can’t just swoop in now, after everything you’ve put her through and expect to be a happy family.” None of them would do, he knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how to say it – He needed Danny to know how much he’d hurt you, and how much this baby meant to you, but there were no words that could express how both you and Harry felt about this baby.

Harry reached the top of the stairs on Danny’s floor and made his way down the hallway to his door, a boozy smell surrounding it. He drew in a deep breath and knocked on the door, unsure what he’d be greeted with. After a few seconds, a drunken Danny answered the door, squinting at the harsh light in the hallway.

“What the fuck do you want dick head?” He slurred at Harry “Come to buy my silence of summat?”

And That’s part 8! Part 9 really won’t be far away, I have started writing already, but I’ll be putting it on hold for a few days, you’ll definitely have it by the end of the week! I’m going away next week, so my plan is to get part 9 up before then, and then while I’m away, I’ll post a few little blurbs and TFLN’s that have been requested and part 10 will go up once I’m home xxx 

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All my love, Lyss xx