My God I Love Him So Much

my god i love him so much

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Harry at a New Year‘s Eve party recently in London (via KatelynMPower).

aweee my heart is feeling so many different things right now

Overloaded

&

Overwhelmed

prompt (a kofi commission): “Hii Isla I absolutely adore the relationship ceorry has with his daughters so maybe you could write something about Harry getting Ivy and Willow ready for kindergarten and he’s stressed because Y/N is there to help and he’s trying to do their hair and they’re being silly which stresses him even more but then Ivy asks how Harry learned “how to be a Good Daddy” and he gets really emotional and feels kinda bad for being so stressed”

warnings: Harry in dad mode 🥵

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YN was at an overnight conference for one of the charities that they work closely with - it wasn’t the first time that Harry had the kids without his wife but she rarely went out of town without them so it wasn’t very common.

It didn’t help that it was tax season which meant that work was a living hell. Owning a multi-billion dollar company meant a lot of taxes and forms or it could end in legal charges.

The last thing Harry needed to go to prison for was tax evasion or fraud if one of his idiot employees fucked something up - so everything had to be tripled check, all over the world in every single branch.

It meant that he had been working unusually long days that morphed into the night for the past week and a half and by the time he got home from the office, the whole household had long went to bed.

It was also the first time that Harry was away from their youngest child because YN took the baby with her because she was still breastfeeding.

There was a nasty mixture of emotions that had been flipping his stomach between the anxiety of his baby and wife being gone to the extremely important tax audits - he was more stressed out than he had been in a long time.

Harry had come home the night before to be greeted by his mum who had been watching the babies while he was at work - YN having left earlier in the day.

He had arrived back to the estate at nearly eight in the evening after going into work at six in the morning - a full day filled with yelling at employees and explaining to HR why he was firing so many people at a time.

As he opens the front door, he is instantly met with loud screeches that not doubtly belong to his redheaded daughter and angry shouts coming from his oldest.

He takes a deep inhale to prepare himself, kicking off his boots, and trench coat - listening as he hears his mum try to soothe the situation.

“Vee, you know that it is important to share toys with your little sister. It is also not nice to grab things out of her hand,” Anne scolds gently, seemingly in the playroom with them.

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Harry for a photoshoot back in 2019

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Via Luke IG Story

Am I ok? No.

Will I be ok? Probably not.

MONDAY (2021)