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Happy Harry Day.

Here's a super short blurb, enjoy x

February 1st starts off as a blissful morning in the Styles household.

It's a non-working Monday and that's very rare for these ones.

With Myra off to school, the house is relatively quiet, for now. Iman relishes the morning bliss as she gently prepares a heartful cup of tea for the birthday boy.

The view from her kitchen matches the bliss in her heart and she makes a mental note for some winter gardening, something that drives every other person crazy.

When she picks up on the mild thud followed by the loud cackle of her toddler from upstairs, she smiles and nods. Up and moving already.

On normal days, he is always up before everyone in the house because he cherishes his mornings and his body is basically used to that since he goes to bed super earlier than she does.

This morning, he woke up an hour earlier. The birthday boy wanted a moment of silence for himself because he still gets overwhelmed by the flood of messages, calls and just everything that comes with birthday mornings.

The last birthday was super quiet for reasons best known to him but right now, his loved ones are ready to attack him with all the love he deserves on this amazing day.

Iman picks up the mustard coloured mug and pads out of the kitchen, almost bouncing on her toes in anticipation of seeing her darling husband.

With every step she takes upstairs, the cackles seems to lessen and her heart swells knowing her baby girl is having some cherished morning time with her father.

As soon as she gets into their room, every feeling she can think of pulls through her veins and she sucks in a breath.

Harry is comfortably seated on the bed wearing a black t-shirt that says "Very Autistic" in soft pink fonts and plain grey joggers. Next to him and basically curled up for her round two of morning sleep is Nessa, still in her orange onesie splattered with cat paws.

They look like twins as they just sit in silence and Iman smiles with so much love.

"Morning angels," she coos, walking over to place the mug on the bedside drawer next to him.

She presses a long kiss on his forehead and lowers herself to kiss Neesa on the cheek. He smiles in appreciation and bites down on his lip, unable to stop smiling.

Iman notices his smiling and senses he's a little overcome with love. With his phone right next to him, she knows he has been going through his messages.

Even Aidan and Louis threatened to show up for a double date birthday breakfast, so she knows he's still adjusting.

Iman checks on the suddenly quiet Neesa and notices her eyes are getting heavier as she leans into her father's side. Harry lifts her up and makes her rest on his torso.

"M-Morning," he manages to reply.

"Can I join you two?" she smirks.

Harry slowly nods and Iman takes off her winter slippers. She slowly climbs into the bed and pulls away the covers, adjusting right next to her person.

He tenderly keeps brushing a palm through Neesa's unruly curls and presses a kiss into her hair. Iman sits upright on the bed, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder with a soft hum of contentment and she smiles.

"Sleeping a-again," he points out.

"You can put her on the bed, you're off daddy duty today," she tells him.