Harry Styles One Shots

Spiders and Flowers (His POV-Short)

I had a brand new pair of white Nike shoes. They had just came out, and are starting to become popular. I was going to wear them for my upcoming tour. I grabbed them ahead of time because if I didn't, they'd be all out by now. They were still sitting in their box, waiting to be worn.

Me and Y/n went out for her ultrasound for our second baby. Our first one was at home with her uncles and cousins. Her name was Madison, and she was three years old. I love her to death, but she was always finding a way to get herself in trouble. She gets it from her mother, I know she does.

Since my tour with the boys start tomorrow, I decided to wear them today, to scuff them up a bit. Too brand new shoes were bad. I didn't like it.

As I was sitting in the waiting room with Y/n, waiting for our turn, I lifted my foot onto my right leg, trying to show off my shoes. I had money, I did, but these shoes were expensive, and you wouldn't normally see a singer wear them.

I was showing them off, and smiled when people noticed. I looked down to clean off any smudges, but stopped. I froze when I saw pen marks and scribbles all over my new shoes. Y/n must have noticed my anger since she looked at me, and my shoes. "Harry,"

"I bet you it was Jacob," I growled. Jacob was one of Madison's cousins. He was always getting in trouble too. He's an asshole and I know for a fact that he did this. But how did I not notice when I put them on this morning?

Through the ultrasound and on our way home, I was pissed. The ultraspimd helped me, a little bit - it calmed me. But I was mad again the second I saw my shoes again.

My brand new shoes, and someone drew on them.

I slammed the car door shut when we got home and stomped up the porch. I ignored Y/n. Not intentionally, it just happened. I made a mental note to apologize to her later.

"Who drew on my brand new shoes?!" I screamed through the entire house. Madison's footsteps were heard and in an instant she was in front of me.

"Do you like it, daddy?" She adorably asked. "Like what, baby?" I smiled. "Your feet," she pointed to my shoes. I looked back at them, and then at her. "You did this Maddy?" I asked. "Uh-huh. Do you like it, daddy?" She bit her bottom lip, her green eyes shinning. All of my anger diminished. "Awh, sweetheart, I love it. What is it?" I asked. She pointed to a circle that was coloured in and had like, twelve lines on it. "This is a spider," Madison pointed to more squiggles, and a single line down it, "And these are flowers." I picked her up in my arms and held her tight.

"I love you, baby," I whispered in her ear. "I love you too, daddy."

The next nine months, I wore the shit out of those shoes, showing them off to everyone.

"Haz, what happened to your shoes?" Lou laughed. I showed her my shoes. "Spiders and flowers, bitch. Don't hate." She laughed, "Who did that?"

"Madison. I'm rocking the hell out of them though."

"Yes, Styles, you are." She rolled her eyes.