The next morning Kayden woke up sick, which meant I had to call out of work. Around ten in the morning I called Harry to let him know that we wouldn't be able to come over today after all. He said that he understood completely but I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

It was a rough day. Kayden was throwing up a lot. I hated when she got sick. She looked so sad and helpless. It was around noon when I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, the sight I saw shocked me. There stood Harry with two bags in his hands and a sheepish smile on his face.

"Okay." He said walking past me. "I've got saltine crackers, Gatorade, Children's Tylenol, and chicken and stars soup." He said, putting the bags on the kitchen counter. "I also brought her a little bear to cuddle with, because everyone likes to cuddle something when they're sick."

"Harry," I breathed in disbelief. "You really didn't have to do all this."

"I know I didn't." He shrugged. "I wanted to." He looked around and his tone got lower. "This is part of what a parent does right?" I nodded slightly.

I brought Harry upstairs to Kayden's room so he could give her the bear he brought her and I could take her temperature again.

"Hey Kayds. Harry came to see you." I told her.

She smiled brightly, the first smile I have seen from her all morning. "Hi Harry!" She said excitedly. "Is that for me?!" She asked hopeful, looking at the bear.

"It is." Harry said, handing her the bear. "This is a special bear. He is magic. He will help you feel all better!" He told her, kneeling down beside her bed.

Kayden took the bear and gave it a big hug. "Thank you Harry! I love him so much!" She laid back down and cuddled up with the bear.

I took her temperature. She didn't have a fever anymore, but I still gave her some more Tylenol to make sure that it didn't come back. I promised Kayden that if she took a nap and still didn't have a fever when she woke up, that she could come downstairs and play with Harry for a little while. She seemed really happy with this deal and within ten minutes, she was sleep.

Harry and I walked back downstairs and went into the kitchen. I was putting away the crackers, Gatorade, and soup he brought. I asked him to put the kettle on for tea, which he did quickly. While we were waiting for the water to boil, I turned to Harry.

"Thanks again for coming over." I told him. "I really appreciate the help. I hate when she is sick."

He simply smiled at me and said honestly, "There is nowhere else I would rather be."

I couldn't help but stare. How was he being so amazing about this? I kept the biggest secret from him for almost five years. He had to find out he had a daughter through his own fan-base. Yet here we are, he is being the most caring, genuine person that I have ever met. I must have been staring a little too long because he cleared his throat. It felt like déjà vu. Luckily the kettle started to whistle, so I was able to turn away and distract myself with making two cups of tea.

Once the tea was made we carried them into the living room and took a seat on the couch. We started to talk about random things. We talked about Harry's new music and my sister's undying obsession with him. However, the main topic of conversation was Kayden. Harry seemed to want to know all about her. He learned that her birthday is February 17th and that her favorite color is seafoam green. He asked what she was like as a baby and about all of her firsts. I ended up showing him her baby book and I'd be lying if I said we both didn't shed a few tears while looking at it.

Kayden woke up a couple of hours later. I checked her temperature and was glad to see she still didn't have a fever. I brought her downstairs and she instantly went over and sat next to Harry. I went in the kitchen to make her some soup while her and Harry talked about how the magic bear must have worked because she feels much better now. After I was done, she ate all of her soup and drank some Gatorade. To my relief, she was able to hold it down.

As promised, I let her play with Harry for a little bit. However, I told them both that it had to be something that didn't require running around. I still needed her to rest. They decided on playing Pretty, Pretty, Princess. We spent the next few hours all wearing fake earrings, rings, bracelets, and necklaces. Harry had won the tiara, but with a simple pout from Kayden, he instantly gave it up.

After she finally had enough of the game, we all settled on the couch to watch a movie. Kayden chose Grease, which I wasn't going to complain about since it is my favorite movie. Only a quarter of the way through the movie, she fell asleep. I went to lift her up to carry her to bed, but Harry stopped me.

"Can I do it?" he asked shyly.

I nodded and he lifted her into his arms. I followed him up the stairs and when he laid her in bed, I tucked her in and kissed her forehead like I normally do. I couldn't help but notice when Harry kissed her head and whispered a simple 'goodnight angel' to her. We quietly left the room and went back downstairs.

I asked Harry if he wanted to head home, or if he wanted to watch the rest of the movie. He chose the movie and we sat back down on the couch. When it came to the last song, it happened to be my favorite. I had rewound it three times to listen to it again. On the fourth time, Harry tried to get the remote from me.

"One more time!" I said through a laugh.

"No way." Harry replied, as he tried to wrestle the remove from my hands. "Four times is enough Lou."

After a short amount of wrestling, Harry had gotten the remote from me and then I had gotten it back, twice. We were both laughing but trying to keep our voices down in order to not wake Kayden. While I had the remote in my hand, I tried to stretch far enough away from Harry, but instead I tumbled to the ground. With the way he was trying to get the remote, he fell to the ground as well.

It only took about 2.5 seconds to realize how close we were. My breath hitched and our eyes locked. I saw him glance down at my lips and then back up to my eyes like he did the night K was conceived. He started to lean in. At first I didn't want to stop him. This is what I wanted, isn't it? But then I remembered why I stopped talking to him in the first place.

"H-Harry" I said, turning my face slightly just before our lips met.

"Oh. Right, right. I'm sorry." He said quickly and backed away. He stood up and brushed himself off, straightening his shirt.

"Harry," I began as I stood up as well. "It's just that, everything with Kayden..." He put his hand up to stop me.

"Really Lou, it's fine. I get it." He smiled. "I don't want to risk anything either."

A part of me really wished I didn't stop him. I missed the way his lips felt on mine. But I couldn't be selfish. There was too much at stake here now and I didn't want to ruin anything, especially with seeing how much Kayden likes having him around.

"Well, it's getting late." Harry stated. "I really should head home."

I nodded and walked him to the door.

"Thank you again for today." I told him.

"Louis. Stop thanking me." He said through a small laugh. "I was happy to help. I meant it when I said I want to be in her life. That means the good times and the bad."

I simply smiled and we said goodnight. I locked up the house and went to check on Kayden. She was sleeping soundly, cuddled up with the bear that Harry brought her. I couldn't help but smile fondly. I checked her temperature while she slept and was glad to see that her fever hadn't come back, despite not taking any Tylenol since noon.

I walked into my room and got into my bed. I noticed my mom had texted me asking how Kayden was feeling. I texted her quickly telling her that she is getting better and told her about how Harry helped take care of her today. She seemed happy about this. She has always wanted Kayden to have both parents in her life.

While I was playing a game on my phone, I noticed a text come through.

I'm sorry again lou... for earlier. I hope I didn't freak you out.

The text brought my mind back to that almost kiss. The thought of him still wanting to kiss me brought feelings that I wasn't willing to deal with yet. I decided it was best to downplay it.

it's fine harry... im not freaked out... really.

A part of me wanted to flirt with him about it. Tell him that I shouldn't have stopped him. I mean, its Harry. Who wouldn't want to flirt with him? But I knew it was best if I didn't. We needed to focus on what is important here, and that is Harry's relationship with Kayden. The last thing I needed was to deal with both of us being heartbroken when he left for his tour. I needed to stay strong, for K's sake.