Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Piece by piece

'But everyone has two nonno's. Why not me?' Her lips quiver.

Picking her up into my arms, I let her bury her face in the crook of my neck, crying. It breaks my heart to see her cry that I begin to tear up too.

'Precious...' I suck in a shaky breath.

Harry places his arms around my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. His lips rest onto my hair.

'Do you want me to tell her?' He asks.

I shake my head, taking in a nervous breath. She's still sobbing, her arms wrapped around my neck as she rests her head to my chest. Reminds me of the day I held her for the first time. Her tiny head resting on my chest.

'My dad, you're nonno... he left when I was six' I explain.

I can still remember it. His eyes met my own. I was begging him to stay.

'Where to?' She asks, looking up at me with curious eyes.

I look up to the ceiling, holding back the tears that are on the verge of spilling.

'He's never coming back' Harry explains.

She begins to cry again, fisting her hands in my hair.

'Shh, S'alright baby' I coo.

My voice chokes, tears falling with no mercy. Harry had to hold her in his arms as I run upstairs and shut myself in the bathroom. Shaky breaths and uncontrollable tears.

'Love' I hear him softly.

The tears are still going. My body shaking violently. I can hear shuffling before the doors open and Harry is standing there. He kneels down wrapping his arms around my chest as I hold onto him. I'm screaming out my tears, letting out all of my frustration.

'S'alright, love' he coos.

Next thing I remember, I'm laying on his lap as he strokes my hair. His voice soft and gentle. I must have dozed off because I woke up early morning. 4:37 in the morning. I quietly make my way over to Ana's room. She's sleeping with her toy elephant in her arms and her thumb in her mouth. I softly stroke her hair, smiling slightly at my precious angel.

'My precious' I coo.

I hated it, watching my father walk away. His eyes avoiding mine. I cried, screaming for him to come back.

After a few minutes of stroking her soft curls, I make my way back to bed, burying myself under the covers. Harry opens his arms and I bury my face into his chest. I exhale a nervous breath, almost choking with tears again.

'S'okay, baby' he whispers.

In his half sleep state, his hands gently rub my back. He places a sweet kiss to my hair.

'I'm so proud of you. So proud' he coos.

The tears begin to fall. But he wipes them away with his thumbs. He continuously kisses my lips.

'So proud' he repeats.

My eyes slowly closes, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

'Ana and I are so lucky to have you' is the last thing I hear him say before sleep takes over me.