"Can I show you something?" Harry spoke beside me, his arm loosely over my shoulder. It was an odd feeling, a foreign one. But it was a feeling I loved nonetheless. The kids were sleeping in their beds now, we transferred them when they both fell asleep after the first movie. We were still in the living room, slightly cuddled up on the couch watching Infinity War.

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" I responded back to him, curious to what he had in mind.

"I'll show you in a bit, the movies almost over. Wanna sit here a bit longer." Harry said softly. His hand rubbed my arm softly, his thumb give it a little stroke, sending shivers throughout my body. Any touch from Harry was enough to drive me crazy, but this just felt so much more intimate.

The whole night all I could think about were Harry's words.. He said he was feeling things.. Is he feeling things for me? Romantically? I could only hope for the best but I knew deep down inside it was probably a temporary feeling that he was experiencing.

After 6 months of being alone after Danielle, having a woman live in the house is bound to make anyone feel some type of way. As much as I loved this feeling with Harry, the soft touches, the small kisses, I had to prepare myself for the worst. I had to prepare myself for heartbreak. I was already in too deep with this man, he had me in the palm of his hands and he doesn't even know it.

If he is forming feelings for me, what am I supposed to do with that? Are either of us ready for a relationship? Am I ready to open myself up to someone again? I don't know. Just the other day I was swearing up and down that nothing would ever happen between Harry and I, but now? Am I completely stupid. It's been a month. A month.

The movie came to an end, although I wasn't paying much attention. Harry shifted in his spot, turning off the tv.

"Alright, follow me." He grinned, standing up and pulling me to my feet as well. He held onto my hand as he led me through the hallway, towards his room. My heart started to beat faster with every step we took. "Don't get the wrong idea.." He chuckled under his breathe.

"When I gave you the tour of the house, there was one thing I didn't show you.." He opened his bedroom door, pulling me through the room to his closet. He opened the door and turned on the light, a bright smile one his face.

"You... wanted to show me your closet?" I smiled at him confused. He continued to look down at me with a huge grin. I never really noticed the height difference between me and Harry, we were never really this close to notice. He was basically towering over me.

"No, silly. Well yes. But no.. come come." He went into the closet pushing aside some clothes. I looked around, his clothes were well organized. Business attire on the top rack, casual clothes on the bottom. This man really loved his shoes, there were so many laid out along the bottom of the closet. My eyes landed on the opposite side of the closet. It was empty for the most part, a few pieces of woman's clothing, and multiple boxes that were labeled "Danielle's" My heart pinched at the sight of it, but was instantly pulled back to reality.

Harry tugged on my arm, behind his clothes was a door, a secret door.

"I've never shown anyone this... Only Danielle knew about it, but she never went in. The kids don't even know this is here." His voice was shaky, I could tell he was nervous to show me what's behind the door. I grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze for reassurance. With a shaky hand he unlocked the door and opened it.

There were stairs going down. I looked him with furrowed eyebrows.

"You're... You're not going to murder me.. are you?" I teased. He laughed and shook his head.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He kissed my temple softly, making me blush. "Just go down." He urged me. I carefully made my way down the stairs, he flicked the lights on so I could see, once I reached the bottom I built up the courage to look up and around the room.

My breathe was taken, I'm assuming this was the basement or some kind of panic room that he converted into his own space. There was a piano, a couple guitars, a wooden desk. There was another section with a lounge, a tv, small mini fridge.

"This is my hideaway.." He said softly behind me. I stepped further into the room, my finger grazed over the piano. Pressing a few of the keys. "This was originally a panic room, came with the house when we bought it. But Dani thought it would be nice for me to have my own little place. I used to write songs for fun, nothing serious. But I stopped when I started working full time. This was her way of telling me to not give up on my hobbies just because life gets busy." He smiled as he spoke.

"Do you play?" He asked, I nodded and sat on the chair, placing my fingers on the keys but not pressing down.

"Yeah actually.. I love music." I sighed happily. Much like cooking, music brought great peace into my life. It was my safety net. "I haven't played much of anything recently. I've just been so busy.. I miss it really." He sat down next to me.

Dad always told me that mom really loved music. We had a piano at the house. Most of the time it was dusty and out of tune but it was mom's so we kept it. Then I started to play around with it, taught myself through Youtube videos and it became a way for me to connect with my mom.

"Do you write?" He asked, I hesitated to answer this question. I've never let anyone hear my music. Never. But I nodded, feeling it was okay to open this part of my life to Harry. After all, he did trust me enough to open up this part of his life to me.

"A little.. nothing good or serious. It just became a way for me to put my thoughts and emotions into actual words." I smiled softly as his fingers pressed down on the keys, answering my question. "Can you play something for me?" I asked softly, wanting to change the focus away from me. I scooted over on the bench, giving him more room to move around.

It was mesmerizing watching him play. His long fingers stretched across the keys, his eyes were closed and he got lost in the music.

Sweet Creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

I was absolutely captivated by his voice. I've never heard him sing besides that one time in the kitchen, or the occasional lullaby he'd sing to his kids at night. But it was never like this. It was never this raw.

And oh, we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn I know

But oh,

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

I listened to him intently as he sang. There was so much passion in his face, so much pain mixed in with it. This song had a lot of meaning to it, it was obvious. It meant a lot to Harry. He continued to sing, I too found myself getting lost in his voice, in the sound of the piano. It was truly beautiful. I closed my eyes, savoring the sound of his voice, not knowing when I would be able to hear it again.

Harry sang the final verse and I opened my eyes and stared into his glossed over ones.

"That was beautiful.." I said softly. Bringing my hand up to his cheek, wiping away the tears that fell.

"Thank you.. I.. wrote it for Danielle." He smiled sadly. "I sang it for her at our wedding." I nodded my head at his words, understanding why he sang the way he sang, why he looked the way he looked. I didn't know what to say. I just let the both of us sit in this moment for a little bit.

"Feel free to come down here whenever you want." Harry smiled at me, composing himself a bit. "If you'd like to, of course. The space is free for you to use."

"Thank you.. Thank means a lot." I bumped my shoulder into his softly. "Thank you again.. For being comfortable enough to be vulnerable with me." I meant every word I said, I've never felt this connection with anyone in my whole life.

"You make it quite easy, Anastasia." I smiled at his words, feeling my heart do that thing. That unfamiliar warm thing.

"Come on.. Wanna watch one more movie before bedtime?" I grinned at him. He nodded his head eagerly, taking my hand and dragging me back out into the living room like a child.

~~~

"Daddyyy!!!" A voice screamed into the air. I jolted up from my sleep, a pair of arms keeping my down onto the soft ground underneath me. I turned my body and was met with Harry's sleeping body holding me firm against him. Penelope poked his face and I giggled.

"Pen... Let your dad sleep. He's tired." I sighed, she nodded and got off. I checked my phone, it was 8 AM. We must have fallen asleep around 2 AM after our one more movie turned into two. "What are you doing awake? You usually sleep in on Saturday." I asked her while I rubbed the crust out of my eyes.

"I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep." She laid down next to me. I squirmed in Harry's arms, trying to get out of his grip.

"5 more minutes.." He mumbled lowly. I sighed and shook my head.

"I'm gonna make us breakfast Harry..." I said softly shaking him a bit.

"Please. Just 5 minutes. Please Dani." My eyes widened at his words, my body instantly went stiff. Dani... He didn't even realize what he said. It took a lot of strength but I managed to get out of his grip.

I ran to my room and locked the door before going to my bathroom and also locking the door. I began to hyperventilate. The tightening in my chest, become more intense. I know I was overreacting, it was an accident and he didn't even know what he was saying he was half asleep.

I guess in a way it was confirmation. This fantasy that I'm living is just that, a fantasy. Like Harry said, his one true love is Danielle and nobody could top that. Definitely not me.

I sighed, deciding it was best for me to just get ready for the day. I took my long hair out of it's ponytail that was already a mess, I brushed it out before throwing it back up into a bun, washing my face and brushing my teeth.

I know that I'm overreacting about Harry, once he's fully awake he won't even realize what happened, it's up to me to not make anything awkward. Once I was freshened up and dressed I walked back out into the living room. Harry was still laying down, Penelope now wrapped in his arms. I smiled at the sight and got Danny up and ready for the day.

I placed Danny down next to Pen and started up in the kitchen, making tea for Harry and I, and waffles and eggs for everyone. I was almost done with breakfast by the time Harry was fully awake and dressed into new clothes.

"Good morning." His voice was raspy, deep, incredibly sexy. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, taking a deep breath and inhaling my scent. "Smells good... the food does too." He said cheekily, I blushed at his words.

"Want any fruit?" He asked pulling away from me, I nodded and heard him pulling out utensils and fruit from the fridge. Once I was done cooking, I set the table with all the food and poured everyone's drinks.

"Thank you for cooking!" Penelope cheered as she instantly dug into her food.

"Slow down, darling. I don't want you to choke on your food." I laughed, she nodded and slowed down.

"I don't blame her, it tastes really good." Harry agreed, taking another forkful of waffles into his mouth.

"Daddy?" Penelope asked.

"Yes, bug?" He asked, sipping his tea.

"Why did you call Anastasia, mommy's name?" I choked on my food as Penelope spoke. Harry patted my back and offered me the water in front of me, I gladly took it, tears forming at my eyes from the lack of oxygen I was getting.

"What do you mean, bug?" Harry was clearly confused at her question. I cleared my throat, and took deep breathes trying to catch my breathe as everything unfolded in front of me.

"This morning.. Ana was trying to wake you up.. You called her Dani.. That's mommy's name, right?" Penelope continued to eat her food happily, completely oblivious to the chaos she just let loose in mine and Harry's brain.

Harry's head instantly snapped to mine and I kept my head down, staring at the plate of food in front of me. I just lost my appetite.

"Ana.." Harry said softly beside me, but I didn't dare lift my head to look at him. "D-did I- Did I call you Dani?" His voice was pained and I knew he felt guilty. "Please look at me Anastasia." He pleaded, I finally gave in and lifted my head to fix my gaze on him. I didn't say anything, just nodded my head at him.

"Oh my, I am so sorry." He hand instantly reached for mine, he squeezed it repeatedly.

"It- It's okay Harry. Don't worry about it." I tried to laugh it off, but he shook his head. "Really, you were half asleep, it probably just slipped out." I shrugged, this reminded me of the time Penelope called me mom in her sleep. I know she didn't mean it, she was half asleep. Just like Harry.

"It's not okay.." He said sadly. "It won't happen again, please. I'm so sorry." He was freaking out and it made me feel a little better to know that he cared about my feelings this much.

Yes, I might have freaked out about it just a little bit ago but it really wasn't that big of a deal. I know it was an accident and that Harry would never intentionally call me Dani or do anything to hurt my feelings.

"Really Harry.. It's okay. I was a little shocked at first, but I don't blame you. It's okay. I promise." I tried to do my best to comfort him in this terribly awkward time. "Can we.. just forget this ever happened?" I asked awkwardly, wanting to change the subject. Harry looked unconvinced but nodded his head.

"I'm really sorry, Anastasia." He said one last time. I just nodded my head and gave him a reassuring smile, I didn't want this to make things weird between Harry and I. Sure, we were not an item of any sort, but I definitely didn't want to make it anymore confusing than it already was.