Preview: Harry is never home anymore, always somewhere but with his family, completely disregarding you and his little 6 year old son, Chris
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I woke up to the sound of the front door slamming, Harry's gone to work, could've at least tried or be a bit quieter. A yawn escaped my lips as I turned to reach for my phone, tapping it to check the time 6:03 am. Might as well get up, Chris has got to be a school for 8 anyway and he takes a very long time to get ready in them morning.
Once I had showered and gotten myself ready for the day, I went downstairs without making as much noise as possible to the kitchen, oh you're joking.
An empty coffee mug, a plate, knife and crumbs left all over the counter, thanks Harry, really appreciate it. I washed up after the mess Harry had made and then put some bread in the toaster before wondering back upstairs and heading to Chris' room.
"Rise and shine love" I stated in a soft tone, walking over to the window and opening the blinds. He whined and rubbed his eyes, pulling the duvet over his head "Noooo, it's too early" he complained through the duvet, muffling his voice.
"Actually, I think it's just about time for breakfast, come on, we don't want your toast to burn" I replied, removing the duvet from him and putting out my arms.
Chris yawned loudly and stood up on his bed, walking into my arms and allowing me to carry him downstairs. He nuzzled his head into my neck and shut his eyes, clinging onto my neck "I'm tired" he whispered.
"Well, I guess it will be an early night tonight then" I teased and his head instantly shot up "No! I don't want to go to bed before daddy comes home!" He protested and I bit my lip, putting him down on a stool and getting out a plate.
"Wait, can daddy read me a story tonight? Because I have my football match and he will come watch and take us out for dinner and ice cream then he can put me to bed!" He requested in excitement, banging his fists down on the counter.
"If daddy is home then yes, I'll make sure to message him" I agreed and he squealed, jumping up and down in his seat while I slid the plate of cut up toast to him.
Y/N - Chris keeps reminding about his match later, he's really looking forward to it and is expecting you to be there. Please try and make it, he'll be devastated if not, love you xx
Harry - I'll be there, no need to remind me
I scoffed at the message Harry sent and threw my phone bed as Chris skipped into the room "Did you message daddy? He's coming right!" He checked, running over and resting his palms on the bed, bouncing up and down.
"Yes, yes he'll be there" I assured him and he clapped his hands before sprinting out the room.
Chris' match had just ended, Harry was a no-show, as expected, he's been so distant and rude lately, I don't know how long I'm going to be able to deal with his attitude for, let alone lying to Chris about saying 'Oh he'll be home for a story' or 'Oh he'll come and watch your match', it's getting ridiculous.
