#my video posts usually flop but we’ll see how this goes lol

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Missing Daddy

This came pretty much from nowhere and in the same document I wrote this I also wrote a few more short dad!harry ideas if you guys would like me to work on those and post them, let me know. Also while I was away and hiding on another blog I wrote some things and IDK if you guys would want me to repost them here or not and I don’t know either so i’t be good to know if you’d be interested? Anyways, enjoy some Dad!Harry fluff

Harry was away, and as usual that meant you and the twins had to go through things differently. Harry wasn’t there to fix something around the house or compose the boys a song when they were bored after school. There was a hole in the house dynamic but you were ready to face it like you’d done before and would surely do in the future. It doesn’t really get any easier, missing Harry, but as the boys grew older they did tend to at least help around and make it not as stressful. Seven was a great age where they understood daddy wasn’t around at the moment, which also meant mommy was a bit more tired than usual.

No matter where Harry went, he tried to call every day. It was different when it was just you and him, where he knew a quick text conversation just to know how the other was could do a lot. Now the twins were there and he liked checking up on his family and making sure y/n was doing fine and the boys were behaving.

Throughout the day you sent pictures and he’d respond as fast as he could which, sometimes, if the time difference was too big, meant late at night when the boys were sound asleep. Today, that was the case.

At around lunch time after stuffing your faces with a delicious pasta dish that was leftover from the day before, you sat with the twins, Alfie and Matthew, watching the afternoon cartoons and they asked to send a small message to Daddy. Quickly recording them on your phone saying their hello’s to Harry and telling him about their day – which consisted of helping mom with the dishes, doing their homework on time and plans to go play baseball with James, the boy next door – you found yourself smiling at how expertly they worked through missing Harry along with you, and before hitting send you added a nice “Your boys miss you” as text to go along the video.

Late that night, about an hour after Alfie and Matthew had fallen fast asleep, showered and spent from playing baseball, the house in silence except for the slow hum of the A/C and your fingers flipping pages of a book as you laid in bed, a sharp ring – thankfully not loud enough to reach the twins’ room – cut through the air.

Face-timing Harry always made you giddy, just getting to see his face after a long day was soothing and knowing this was the best you could get you cherished it every single time.

“Hey, hun” is the first thing that comes out of his lips along with a smile and a sigh of content as you pick up cutting of the ring. “Hi” you respond getting comfortable in your mattress and checking the small square with your face on it for the best way to position yourself so Harry sees all of your face lit up by the bedside lamp. “Time?” “About midnight… How are you?” “So tired. God, ‘m just now getting t’ the hotel, it’s…” His growing curls flop in front of his eyes as he moves his head around in search for a clock. With a low whistle of surprise he turns back to the phone in his hand “barely 3pm ‘ere” he lays with a chuckle, knowing it will be torture trying to stay awake until it was night for him, to beat the jet lag some. For a moment you’re both silent just taking in the other. He looks tired, like he hasn’t slept in days which he might as well haven’t, but you’re glad that he’s got a full free day where he could hopefully catch some well deserved sleep. After taking a long look at you he sighs happily, resting his head on the palm of his hand and smiling at you. “Rest up, please, you’re free today” you ask of him and he’s quick to agree that yes he will rest and make the most of the little time he has before the hectic schedule starts again. “Thank yeh fo’ the video y/n… Been watching it non stop ’til I could call yeh” “Yeah, your boys missed you” “I miss them too…” He pauses thinking about them, how he’s about ready to go back home and just lay between his boys as they greet him with hugs and cling to him all day, he specially loves that part of coming back home, how both his kids and his wife just pile onto the couch in a big mess of limbs and stick together like glue for hours comfortably hugging and squeezing, as if making up for lost time. “How’s my girl?” He continues with soft eyes and raspy voice that you can somehow tell is hoarse over the phone. “Fine…” you say softly, not sure he’s caught it through the microphone in the phone or not, but you press on “Missing you too, but with two lovely gentlemen looking after me” That puts a smile on Harry’s face, eliciting a booming laugh and everything. He remembers gathering the identical little devils and sitting them down as he made them promise they would look after mommy the best they could, and that they were the men of the house and had to act as such, both wide-eyed and compliant, nodding their curl-full heads.

“Good, good. Good t’know they listened t’my orders and are keeping our main lady safe” This time it was your turn to giggle at his words. Of course he’d tell two seven year olds to look after you in his absence. “Well, who’s keeping our man safe?” You dare ask after calming down from a fit of giggles, focusing on his freckles that are merely pixelated little dots on his face right now, and trying to picture how it feels to touch them and sink your index finger on his right dimple. “Thoughts of yeh are keeping me sane.” He mutters. Everything was so much different now. He thought leaving home would only get easier with time, but the moment Alfie and Mat came into the picture, Harry’s heart hasn’t been the same. Whenever there was a plane he had to take without his 3 favourite most important people in the world, he felt just a bit more deflated. This was supposed to get simpler, to not hurt as bad, but now just leaving for a week felt like he’d missed months of family time. Sure it had gotten better than when he had to travel for just 4 days back when the twins were barely two years of age – He’s sure he’s never been more on the brink of insanity and death from heartache than then – but still it never turns completely ok to leave. 

It’s just a bit better, never best. 

“I miss you…” he whispers again and with a quick nod of your head you let him know that you know. You know he misses you and so do you. “Just a few more days” and again there’s not much to say, just nodding lets the other know that yes, we can battle through a few more days of this, and then we’ll be happy and complete again.

It takes both of you about 15 minutes to tell the other about your days with varying levels of silence from tiredness and to just look at each other here and there, and before you know it, he should be getting to bed and making the most of his free day, as should you before its time to wake the boys up for school. “Kiss the boys 47392 times fo’ me. Tell ‘em I love them and miss them too” His hand is covering his mouth as he places kisses to the tips of his fingers, as if getting them all out of his system and ready to send to the two sleeping angels down the hall in a neat daddy-loves-you package. “Will do” “And tell their mommy that I love and miss her too.” As you blush and cuddle up to your pillow, he can’t help but smirk at the fact that he can make your cheeks red with comments like this even now after all these years. “Tell daddy I love him and miss him right back.” “I have a feeling he knows” Harry finishes and once again you just sit there looking at each other for a bit before he sighs and wishes you a good night sleep. Never having been good at hanging up, it’s safe to say you can literally see the both of you hesitating to end the call. Harry gets to catch you blowing a kiss his way before his screen goes greyish and there’s no longer a soft hum from it, making his hotel room feel a thousand times more quiet and lonely than it was before.

Before he gets to bed he takes a moment to send you some of the pictures he’s taken, be it of himself or the views on his way to his current destination, so that you can show the boys in the morning and it can feel a bit more like he’s there. As he lays down he replays the video of Alfie and Matthew that you had sent to him earlier, a smile growing slowly on his face as they talk over the other and you tell them to pace down in the background, to then change the camera and show your face sending him all the love. 

Just a few more days and he could be there and reply to all those kisses in real time.

Inaugural, “I’m back on stylessemantics” piece :) Hope you guys like it tho it’s short lol. It’s midnight, I should sleep.  Iv. xo.