No Choice || H.S.

Chapter 147

Harry's P.O.V

Fingers were poking my cheek but I payed no attention to it. I just hugged Tahira closer to me as she sat on my lap and placed my chin on her shoulder.

Tahira sighed but didn't say anything. In front of us, Patrick was colouring in his colouring book while Ameera was standing on Tahira's lap, trying to get my attention.

"Mm." Ameera whined when I ignored her again and Tahira sighed.

"Harry, what are you trying to do here?" She asked and I buried my nose in her neck.

"Nothing. I just..." I trailed off and she sighed while Ameera whined again.

For some reason, I felt like not talking to anyone since Ameera had refused to call me 'daddy'. Hands pulled my hair and I sighed, looking at my daughter.

"What?" I asked and she frowned before placing her hand on my nose. I didn't do anything as she pat my nose again, frowning when I didn't say anything to her either.

"Darling, could you move?" I asked and Tahira sighed before complying. I got up from my place and walked out of the room. We were currently back home since the tour was paused until Niall and Pooja came back from their honeymoon in two weeks time from Paris.

When I came out of the bathroom, I felt like wanting to be alone so I head upstairs into the roof terrace instead of going back into the family room.

Resting my arms against the walls surrounding the terrace, I leaned down on them, looking out blankly at the area surrounding our house.

It was a while later that someone made their presence known. Small arms clung to my leg. When I looked down in surprise of the sudden action, I saw Ameera looking up at me with a sad pout on her lips, her eyes wide and glistening with tears.

I sighed and pulled her away from my leg before picking her up and making her sit where my arms were resting just moments before.

"What?" I asked her, keeping my hands on her waist so that she didn't fall. "Can't daddy be upset too?" I asked and she frowned even more. She started mumbling something, looking down and I sighed again.

She put her hands on my cheeks and pinched them before pulling my cheeks, stretching my lips in the process. She let out a happy sound when she stretched my lips as far as she could, and I guessed she thought I was smiling.

"Dada!" She exclaimed and I froze realising what she said. I felt my eyes widen slightly and she put her hands on my mouth but I removed them with one hand.

"Say it again, Ameera. Say 'daddy'." I told her and she frowned "Dada?" I said and she frowned more but then clapped her hands with a laugh.

"Dada!" She exclaimed again and pat my cheeks and I laughed.

"You naughty little girl!" I said and kissed her cheek. I picked her up and she rested her head against my shoulder.

Things turned bright after that. We all played together and soon, Patrick and Ameera fell asleep.

"See, I told you to just be patient." Tahira said to me as we entered our room and I shrugged, pulling my shirt off.

"Well, my dark mood worked, didn't it?" I asked and saw her frowning as I grabbed my pyjamas from the closet. I sighed. "I didn't do it on purpose... We've been trying for months to get her to say her first word and when she did, it just... it got my hopes up that she'll call me 'daddy' soon." I said and heard her sigh.

"You know things will only happen when they're meant to be, right?" Tahira asked me quietly and placed her hand on my arm. I nodded.

"I do, but it still hurt when she didn't." I said and she suddenly gave me a small grin.

"Hey, mind giving me one of your shirts for tonight?" She asked and I chuckled. I pulled her close and placed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Never."

"Even though I like you clean shaven, your stubble really looks good on you." Tahira told me once she joined me on the bed after getting dressed for the night in my shirt and her pyjamas. With wanting to get Ameera to say 'daddy' for the last few days, I hadn't bothered shaving, causing a small stubble to come on my face.

We were laying facing each other on the bed. Our heads were laying on her pillow, but were were laying at a little distance. Tahira's hand was cupping my jaw, her thumb brushing against the stubble. I grinned at her.

"Oh yeah?" I asked and she nodded with a smile of her own.

"Yes." She said and I moved my head closer to hers.

"So should I keep it like this for the rest of our lives?" I asked and she laughed slightly.

"It's your choice. If you want my opinion, you look good either way. But I personally love the clean-shaved Harry." She whispered and I chuckled, shifting even closer so that our forehead and noses were touching.

"I aim to please you." I whispered as I cupped her face and she blushed slightly but smiled too.

"Do you really?" She asked with a small cheeky smile and I chuckled. Removing my hand from her face, I snaked it around her waist and pulled her close so that we were chest to chest.

"Of course. It's my life's mission to keep you happy." I told her and she blushed. I chuckled. "Darling, my dear darling, haven't you learned this from the past four years of being with me?" I asked her, my tone chiding her playfully and she chuckled.

"My dear Harry, I have. But I like hearing that from you." She said and I smiled.

"Oh, really? Why didn't you just say so? I would have told you this over and over again." I said and she smiled slightly, her thumb brushing my cheek again.

"Because the less I hear it with my ears, the more I love it with your actions. Just like our 'I love you's'. We don't say it that often like most people but it doesn't mean we love each other any less." She said and I smiled slightly. Turning my head, I placed a kiss to her palm before looking back at her.

And then I finally kissed her.

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