"Y/N, I'm home!" Harry called and you wiped your eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
You were currently in your shared bedroom, sitting on the floor with your back pressed up against the bed, your tears flowing as you thought of how your day had been, everything going wrong.
"Hey, what are you doing on the floor?" You heard Harry ask and you looked up to see him stood in the door frame, a small smile on his lips.
"Oh, I was just thinking." You shrugged, not having a better excuse as you went to stand up only to have Harry sit next to you and pull you into him.
"Hey, why have you been crying?" He asked concerned and you couldn't hold your tears back anymore as they began to fall again.
"I haven't." You sniffled, still trying your best to convince him otherwise, even though you knew that he already knew.
"Then why do you look upset, hmm?" He questioned, kissing your forehead.
"I just-" you began, but stopped at the realisation that you would only cry more if you tried to explain.
"Don't cry anymore, please, it breaks my heart." He frowned as you went to wipe your eyes, only to have your hands pulled away as he did it for you before gently pulling you back into his chest.
"Hey, why don't we play a game?" He offered, a smile appearing on his lips.
"No thanks, Harry. I'm not really in the mood for playing any game." You replied, with a sigh and he shook his head.
"No, this is my game, baby. It's what I've made up for you when your upset." He continued and you looked at him confused.
"Do you want to know what it's called?" He pressed and you gave a small shrug, not really feeling in the mood to play any kind of game.
"It's called, 'cheer Harry's baby girl up'" he answered, rhetorically and your eyebrows frowned at the name.
"That's not a proper name for a game." You sniffled and he chuckled.
"It is because it's my game that I made up, so I make the rules." He argued and you sighed, waiting for him to continue.
"Okay, so the aim of this game is to cheer you, also known as my baby girl, up. It's a game where anything can happen and it doesn't have set rules, I make them up as I go along." He explained and you smiled slightly, deciding to go along with his way of cheering you up.
"Well I don't know how to play it, so you can start." You mumbled, your head resting in the crook of his while his arms were wrapped around your waist.
"Knock knock," he began, a smile finding it's way to his lips at the start of his own joke.
"Who's there?" You answered, knowing that his laugh was coming.
"A cow goes," he chuckled and you rolled your eyes, having already heard this one.
"A cow goes who?" You answered anyway, loving to see his reaction to his own jokes.
"No, a cow goes moo." He laughed.
"Mooooo." He added, dragging the word out before peppering your face in kisses and you couldn't help but let out a giggle at his childishness.
"Okay, next one," he spoke, keeping a firm grip on your waist as he began to rub your back comfortingly.
"Why couldn't the flower ride his bike?" He asked.
"I don't know." You answered and he looked at you amused.
"Because his petals fell off." He said, throwing his head back in laughter and you giggled at his laugh, always finding him the most adorable person in the world when he told jokes.
