Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: 'could you do a harry styles imagine where hes a dad and his kid is like a teenager!?'
word count: 3k
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"Oui! What ave' yeh' got all over ya' face?" Harry nearly panicked at the sight of the four year old, ball of a curly mess strung next to pantry. Caught red handed with a full pack of cookies in her hand. Chocolate sparsed over her chubby cheek, hands covered in brown crumbs in a mission to shove it back in the cubbard. When Harry was upset he tended to stomp rather loudly on the wooden floors, typically though he's gentle and if it was one of those days maybe Delilah would've had the chance to get out before getting caught. His white tee and floral flares wrinkled and screamed worn out, having been in the home studio since five that morning. Couldn't wake the missus could he?being that she is indeed pregnant again.
The new ballad had been a royal pain in the ass. Notes not quite what harry wanted. Erasing and restarting, choosing different intruments to play in hopes that maybe that would help, but none of them pleased him. Whole household had to have already known that harry was on edge and ready to snap.
"Wanted a cookie," Deliah spoke beneath her breath. The thought, please don't get mad at me remnants in her mind.
"A cookie. Was ah' whole row baby, jus' got em' from the shop yesterday," Harry slammed the pantry door shut, the frail toddler jumping. The rip of a napkin, roughly meets with her cheek, he tapped away at the substance. Taking a kneel to Delilah's level, she notably felt uncomfortable by Harry's frustrated wrinkle between his eye brows. Of course Harry didn't mind, but he was also well aware that Delilah would well have a stomach ache in about an hour. That's just what she does, for dinner this past week she claimed to be so hungry that she ate more than her usual and puked where her tracks followed.
"Didn't mean to daddy. Are you gonna' be mad at me?" she tried to form form words, huffing whilst Harry had already stopped wiping. A relived feeling, her cheeks stained a bright pink. " 'Course not. But need yeh' to go upstairs al'righ so mama doesn't know tha' this happened." Curls atop her head voicing feverently, the same features and traits as Harry. Almost not resembling Y/n at all, who would be mad though she was Harry's mini. Though Finn, the eldest was freshly thirteen. Thinking everything about being a teenager was absolutely a fantasy. Wanting to blend in with the crowd and be more like his friends. No matter if Harry told him to be himself, Finn thought that no one would except him at school anyway. What was to fit in anyway, half of his friends from last school year hadn't messaged him since the widespread virus. Virtual classes, and a mask anytime he stepped foot out of the Styles home.
Harry and Y/n didn't really think much into the age gap of their children. Four, thirteen, and another on the way. Finn was during their sneaking around phase, so he came as a bit of a surprise. Delilah, was planned believe it or not. Expecting him with open arms anyway. Y/n always thought that maybe having them closer would've helped. Finn is grossed out by the thought of Delilah because she's small and apparently 'licked the carpet in her room' before? And, Delilah thinks Finn is icky, simply because he's taller and mean, well mainly due to the fact that he pushed her around also. Harry didn't want either of his children to do wrong and the other think it's was okay, so the age gap their sort of came into play. He didn't want Delilah witness Finn act so inticed, only hoping he wouldn't have to deal with the same thing when she gets older.
