Harry Styles One Shots

What Do You Want? (His POV)

Recently, me and my wife, Y/n, got in a really bad argument, and she left. She packed her things, and left, leaving me with our two year old daughter, Macy. The fight was my fault. I started it, I kicked her out, I slapped her. And I regret everything.

She even threw her wedding ring at me on her way out.

I love Y/n, and I need to make it up to her, but with Macy constantly crying I can't focus. I ask her if she wants milk, she says no. I ask her if she wants cereal, she says no. I ask her if she wants to watch SpongeBob and she says no. Macy talks. Macy talks a lot. Sometimes you can understand what she says, other times you can't. But she's learning.

"Macy," I groaned, on the verge of crying. Its only been three days that Y/n's been gone but I've been a mess. I can't take care of a two year old by myself. Its impossible.

Macy screamed and stomped her feet on the ground. "What do you want?!" I screamed at her, sick of her crying.

"I want mommy!" She screamed back, staring at me with puffy, pink eyes and a tear stained face. She stopped screaming and all my anger vanished. All that was left was... Sadness.

I want mommy.

She spoke. She actually said something I could hear, and she spoke it clear as day. I didn't notice the tear that escaped my eye until it began rolling down my cheek. But I left it. I was supposed to be a role model for my daughter, I was supposed to stay strong. But let's face it, I'm the opposite of strong right now.

"W-What?" I cried to her. That was the only thing that managed to form on my tongue. "I want mommy, I want mommy, I want mommy!" She stomped every time she said mommy.

I sat down on the couch, and rested my head in my hands. I didn't care if Macy saw me - I cried.

I cried hard. I missed mommy, too. I missed Y/n so much. I wanted to throw something. Anything. But Macy stopped me with her sweet little voice.

"Oh no, daddy cry," the way she said it, made me laugh a little.

"Daddy?" From the small crack in my arms, I saw her tiny feet standing in front of me. I lifted my head and looked at her. "Hi, baby," I whispered to her. I sniffled as more hot tears fell and those caused more to fall.

"No, no. No cry," Macy frowned. She played with my knee, a signal of hers that she wants to be picked up. I lifted her up and sat her down on my lap. She looked at me, "I miss mommy. I wanna mommy."

"I miss and want mommy too, baby." I sniffled. "Mommy now," she whined. "I know," I whispered. I kissed her head. "Mommy left, Macy. And I don't know where she went, or if she's coming back."

"Left?" Macy asked. I nodded, "Daddy made her leave, bugga. I told mommy to leave."

"Why?" Macy gave me a look. I knew she couldn't understand me, but she was pretending like she did and that was all I needed.

"Because daddy is stupid."

"Stupid." She said.

"Daddy is stupid," another voice said. Scared, I turned to look behind me. It was Y/n.

"MOMMY!" Macy screamed at the top of her lungs. She jumped off of my lap, and ran to Y/n, crying again.

Y/n picked her up, and held her tight in her arms, swaying back and forth. Tears fell from Y/n's eyes as she held our daughter. "I missed you so much," Y/n cried in Macy's hair. "I miss mommy," Macy cried back.

I stood up, and just stood there, looking at both girls. My Queen, and my Princess.

"Daddy miss mommy too," Macy said. "I know, I heard."

"How long have you been standing there?" I softly asked Y/n. She looked at me. Our eyes locked for a quick second before she looked away. "I saw you put Macy on your lap." She said.

"Mommy cry too?" Macy asked, when Y/n put her down. She smiled, "Mommy cry too."

"Daddy cry," Macy said. "I can see that. Baby, go to your room okay? Mommy and daddy need to talk." Y/n bent down to our daughter as she spoke. Macy frowned. "Mommy,"

"Please bugga? Mommy will give you milk if you go,"

"MILK!" Macy screamed, running upstairs to her room.

"Y/n, I'm-"

She came up to me, and slapped me, hard, across the face.

"That's payback, mother fucker." She then grabbed my face in her hands, pulled me so I was her height, and crashed her lips down to mine.

My head was spinning. She slaps me, then kisses me. Her thumb gently runs across the red mark on my cheek, and I grab her by her hips.

"I hate you." She cried. "I hate you so much." I smiled in the kiss. "I love you, too."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled away.

"These few days have been horrible, Harry. They've been so bad," I pushed her head in my chest, and ran my fingers through her shorter hair. She cut it. Not a lot, but its visibly shorter.

She's a little rebel.

She pulled her arms from my neck, and wrapped them around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kept her close to me, scared that I was dreaming and I was scared she'd vanish.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. For everything. For what I said, for hitting you, for letting you walk out. I'm sorry, it was all my fault and no matter how hard I try, it won't be okay." I said in her hair. "I've been thinking.. A lot.. These past few days."

The first thing that ran through my mind was she wants a divorce. My mind was set, that's what she was going to say.

I held her tighter wishing, hoping that's not what she is going to say. But with my luck, she'll want a divorce right after we stop talking.

"I don't want a divorce. I love you way too much to let that happen,"

"Please, Y/n if you just give me the chance- Wait, what?" What did she just say?

"You though I wanted to divorce you?" Her voice was soft. "Y-Yeah," I was shocked. I was amazed. She doesn't want a divorce. She squeezed my body. "You underestimate me, Styles."

"As do you, Mrs. Styles."

She looked up, and smiled at me. I gave her a smile as well, and leaned my forehead down onto hers. She closed her eyes, as if she's waiting for a kiss and I gave her a quick one.

"We still have to talk about what happened. But not right now. Maybe later, or tomorrow." She said, cuddling her face in my chest.

"Tomorrow. Today I wanna spend much needed quality time with my family."