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Zarry - When i was Six II

When I woke up, I found myself being cradled between Daddy’s arms. I rubbed my eyes and looked up at him confusedly. He kissed my forehead softly, smiling at me with what seemed like crinkles at the edge of his eyes. I smiled at him, too. It felt a bit odd to feel Daddy’s arms holding me against his chest, but I wasn’t going to protest.

“Morning, Harry,” he said softly.

I stretched my back and yawned. “Mawning, ‘addy,” I said while yawning.

“You have to dress up, babe. Zayn’s gonna come to pick you up early, yeah?”

I didn’t see it, but I felt my eyes lighting up. “Really?” I really, really wanted to see Daddy Zayn.

When I was six, I used to spend a whole week every three months at Daddy Niall’s house. Daddy and I weren’t too close, and I don’t think he was really comfortable when I was there with him, (sometimes I could hear him speaking at the phone with some friend and complain about how he had to cook dinner again because I didn’t want what he prepared or how I –sometimes– dropped my juice to the floor and stained it all). But then there were days like that one, when he would wake me up with a little kiss and a gentle smile, and every other memory would fade away.

“Can I have hot chocolate for breakfast?” I asked, the words muffled by my dummy.

Daddy shook his head. “Zayn said you were going to have breakfast at home. Dunno why,” he shrugged and I blushed, because maybe I had a vague idea why Daddy wanted me to have breakfast with him.

Daddy Niall helped me to dress up, taking my pajama off and covering me with clean clothes. When he was buttoning my blue shirt, I asked: “Do you love me, Daddy?” just because sometimes I needed him to say it, because sometimes, I still felt like he didn’t want me in his life, yet.

Niall pursed his lips, but then smiled. “Of course, sweetheart. Of course.” He hugged me, and I hugged back, trusting his words for the first time. “I have something for you, by the way.” He pushed me back a bit and took a small package from the pocket of his jeans. It was so little that he could have hided it inside his fist.

I reached my hands out when he handed it to me. When I opened the small  box, there was a little silver locket inside of it, and when I opened it, it had a pair of photos of both of us.

“This is for your birthday, babe. I know it’s in pair of weeks, but I wanted to give it to you now.”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said softly and then hugged him.

“C’mon, Harry, Zayn has to be waiting for you already,” he whispered. I nodded but didn’t pull back, I just wanted to hug him for the rest of the day.

We pulled away eventually, and he placed the locket around my neck. He took my hand and guided me downstairs to the hall. Daddy Zayn was waiting for me inside his car, parked in front of the house. He waved at me when we stepped out of the house, and I returned the wave with a big smile.

“I’ll see you next month, Daddy?” I asked up at Daddy Niall, who squeezed my hand and bent to kiss my head.

“Sure, love. See you then.”

Daddy kissed my forehead one last time and then I was running towards the car. I hopped inside of it and locked my belt. I felt a hand on my head and turned to look up at Daddy Zayn. “Morning, Daddy!”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Daddy whispered. His thumb tickled my cheek before he bent down and kissed it. When he pulled away to start the car I was blushing. “I’ve missed you, baby,” he whispered, his eyes locked on the road.