"H-Harry" I breathed.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. I don't even know if Kayden is asleep yet.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"Please tell me it isn't true, Louis." He spoke. His voice was just as sweet and slow as I remember. He was clearly trying to stay calm. "Please tell me that I didn't miss out on four years of my child's life." He begged.

I focused my eyes on the ground. I didn't know what to say. Do I admit she is his? Do I lie and say that I slept someone who looks like him? I felt like my head was going to explode while I was quickly considering all of the options.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked stupidly.

"Louis. I'm an international megastar. All I had to do was ask the right person." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Now please. Who is the little girl?" He asked.

I sighed and looked up at him. There were tears building up in my eyes. I looked at him for a minute until the realization set in that she is his daughter too. This man looking at me, helped create my perfect little princess.

"Why don't you come in?" I asked, opening the door further to allow him inside.

Harry nodded and walked inside. We both took a seat on the couch and I couldn't help but notice how much further away from each other we were compared to that night we spent together.

"Can I get you anything? Tea or a beer or something?" I asked.

"No thank you." He answered. "But some answers would be nice." He said sarcastically.

I took a deep breath and nodded. I sat there for a minute wondering how on earth I explain this. Suddenly with him here, not telling him about Kayden seemed like a really stupid thing to do. I couldn't imagine a life without her in it, but he had to live one because I chose not to tell him.

"I'm so sorry Harry." I said softly. "The rumors are true. She is your daughter."

Harry's jaw dropped. You could tell on his face that he already knew, but the confirmation made it all the more real. He put his head in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. After a few minutes and many deep breaths, he spoke.

"How could you keep this from me?" He asked. "You had my number, you knew where I lived. You knew how to get in touch with me. Why did you not tell me?!" You could tell he was starting to get angry.

"I'm sorry." I said simply.

He laughed humorlessly, "So you keep saying, but that doesn't answer my question."

I knew why I didn't tell him, but now, looking at how heartbroken he is over this, a part of me couldn't help but think I may have made the wrong decision.

"I didn't want you to feel like you had to stick around. You worked so hard for everything you have and I knew throwing a baby into the mix, let alone a baby from a homosexual relationship, was not going to do anything good for that." I explained quickly. "I couldn't live with myself if I ruined your life."

He looked at me in disbelief. "Ruined my life?!" He shouted. "Louis I have had a child that I didn't know existed for YEARS!" He was only getting increasingly louder.

"Harry, please. I need you to keep your voice down." I begged but it was too late.

"Daddy?" Kayden asked from the stairs.

Both of our heads quickly snapped to look at her. She was wearing a princess nightgown, carrying the bear that Zayn got her when she was born. She has always loved that bear. She rubbed her eye with the back of her fist and then continued. I could see Harry frozen while looking at her.

"Why are you yelling?" She asked quietly. I got up and quickly walked over to her. I picked her up and carried her back up to her room.

"I'm sorry princess." I said, laying her in her bed. "It won't happen again, I promise. Get some sleep." I kissed her forehead and tucked her back in.

When I got back downstairs, Harry was still frozen the way he was when I left. I walked into the kitchen and started boiling water for tea. I leaned against the counter and stared up at the ceiling. "How the hell do I get out of this?" I asked myself. Suddenly a voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"She has my eyes." Harry said almost in a trance.

I chuckled lightly. "She has your everything." I said. I could remember vividly when Kayden started to look like Harry, especially that morning I noticed her eyes were changing to a mossy green.

I woke up in the morning to Kayden's cries. She's six months old, so luckily she is starting to sleep through the night now. I got out of bed and walked down the hallway into her room. She was already sitting up when I walked over to her crib. I lifted her up and kissed her forehead.

"Good morning princess." I said. She cooed in return, like she always did.

I brought her over to her changing table and laid her down to change her diaper. I made quick work of taking off the old one, wiping her, and putting a new one on. When I was re-buttoning her pajamas, I saw them. Two big eyes staring up at me, once the dark blue that most babies are born with, now turning to a shade of green that makes you crave the spring time.

I looked into her now green eyes and sighed. I should have known she would look just like Harry. I will definitely be investing in a baseball bat when she is older.

From there, Kayden had only started to look more and more like Harry. Now not only does she have his eyes, but she also has his hair color, his facial structure, and even his dimples. She is his twin to put it simply.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the kettle whistling. I turned off the stove and poured a cup. Once my tea was made, I brought it over to the table and sat down across from Harry. He appeared to be in deep thought.

"I want to be in her life." He said suddenly. I choked on the scorching hot tea, sputtering it everywhere.

"Come again?" I asked.

"I want to be involved Louis." He said simply. "I want to know my daughter. I want to be in her life."

I took a deep breath. "Harry, you just found out about her. Take some time to think about this. Please." I begged. "Give it time to set in for the night or something. This would change your life entirely." I pressed.

"What is there to think about?!" He asked. "She is my daughter Louis. My flesh and blood. I want to be there for my daughter."

I suddenly felt the need to protect Kayden. She doesn't know who Harry is. She knows she has another father, but that only Daddy takes care of her. She knows her middle name is after her other grandmother. She knows her other father doesn't know about her, or I guess didn't now. She knows all of this, yet she is a happy child. She is loved. She is well cared for. She is smart. She is beautiful. She is happy. I can't let him ruin that.

"I don't know Harry." I said with a sigh.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He looked at me confused. "She is my daughter too Louis. What is there to not know?"

I took a minute to breathe so that I didn't yell and then I spoke. "She is four. She knows she has another father, but she doesn't know you. She has heard Lottie listen to your music. She has seen your posters. But she doesn't know you." I explained.

"So let her get to know me." He said as if it was simple.

I sighed. I couldn't exactly deny him of this could I? I ran my hand through my hair and then looked at him. He was looking at me with hopeful eyes. The same hopeful eyes that look at me in a toy store or a candy store. The same hopeful eyes that come from the one person that means the absolute world to me. I had to look away.

"Can I think about it and let you know tomorrow?" I asked.

I could see Harry nod out of the corner of my eye, but then he realized I wasn't looking at him. "Yeah. That's fine." He responded. "Do you still have my number?"

I looked up and shook my head. "I got a new phone and lost all my contacts." I lied. He didn't need to know that I deleted his number a few months after Kayden was born so that I wouldn't change my mind and call him.

He simply nodded and took out his phone. He messed with it a little bit and then put it to his ear. All of a sudden my phone started to vibrate on the counter where it was charging. He hung up the phone, and my phone stopped.

"Still have the same number I see." He said, but I couldn't speak. After almost five years he still has my number saved in his phone? No. He probably just never got around to deleting it or never found a reason to.

I looked at him and nodded. He then stood up and I was thankful he was leaving.

"You promise you will call tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yeah. I promise." I assured him, even though I didn't want to call him at all.

We started to walk towards the door. I opened it for him and he stepped outside. Just as I was about to say goodbye and shut the door he turned to me.

"Louis. I don't want to make this messy, but I want you to know that if I have to take this to court, I will." He said sternly.

I could feel my heart stop for a second. I looked at him with shocked eyes and nodded lightly as if I couldn't move. He then turned and walked to his car. I watched him as he got in and drove away. When he was finally gone, I shut the door and let my back lean against it. I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor and put my head between my knees.

"I can't believe this is happening." I said to myself.

After a few minutes of sitting there, I got up and brought myself to bed. It took a while of tossing and turning, but I finally fell asleep. And if that night I had a hopeful dream about one day the three of us possibly being a family, no one had to know.