Golden Hour [H.S]

Two

"Rosa, do we have to do this now? I'm kind of busy." Harry grumbled down the phone perched precariously between his shoulder and ear as he struggled to carry both her school and dance bags. His feet hurried down the quiet street, making sure he remained close to his daughter, who was happily dancing down the pavement, pretending to perform just like her Mama.

"You're busy?" He heard Rosa scoff on the other end of the line. "I'm the one trying to stop you getting fired after your little stunt."

The model immediately rolled his eyes at his manager's tone, hating that she was scolding him like a child in a similar way he might tell off his daughter. He'd expected this after the little scene he'd caused a couple of hours ago but it didn't mean he was in the mood to deal with the consequences of his actions just yet. Besides, it wasn't his fault Marigold was so rude and entitled that he had to knock her down a few pegs. Some people just needed their ego kept in check.

"It was a disagreement, I'm not getting fired. Stop being so dramatic." He snapped back, keeping his voice low so that he didn't catch the attention of Clover who had since stopped dancing and waited at the corner of the street for him to catch up before they continued their journey home. Harry smiled slightly as he noticed the way she was swaying her hips to make her pink ballet skirt flare out a little, reminding him of how Aurora would do a similar thing with her tutu while awaiting her cue before a performance.

It was his favourite thing about watching his daughter grow up, seeing her little quirks shine through and mirror either his or her Mama's personality.

"You're not the one being pulled into a last minute meeting with Alessandro and Marigold's manager." Rosa immediately answered back and it was clear that she was done with Harry's bullshit as of late. It took a lot to piss her off, especially as he was her close friend, but it seemed like he had finally pushed her over the edge. "I swear to god Harry, if you fuck this up for yourself, this is your career over."

"I'm Gucci's highest paid model. Someone else will want my name attached to their brand, my career is far from over." He replied cockily, his ego ironically shining through his words after insulting Marigold for the same thing not even two hours ago.

"And just like Icarus, you too will fall if you're not careful."

"Whatever." Harry mumbled, hardly paying attention as he caught up with Clover. "I'm done with this, Clover's waiting for me. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Harry Styles you'll regret hanging up on-"

His finger immediately ended the call, silencing his manager's screeching on the other end so he could finally focus on the one thing that mattered. His daughter.

He knew Rosa's promise of making him regret his actions was going to ring true, no doubt through changing his schedule to something extremely inconvenient just to piss him off but he'd cross that bridge when he got there.

"Who was on the phone, daddy?" Clover's blue eyes peered up at her Dad, shining with curiosity as she took his outstretched hand. They were nearing a slightly busier street and Harry was insistent that she stayed close to him, not just to keep her safe but so he could quickly ensure her privacy if there were any photographers lurking nearby.

"Just work stuff, nothing important." He brushed off softly, ruffling her blonde curls with his hand to make her giggle sweetly. "So, where we goin' squish? Home?"

A slight grin tugged at his lips as he played dumb regarding their usual routine, knowing that it would make Clover laugh. Sure enough, she lightly shoved his side with a chuckle, rolling her eyes dramatically as she glanced up at her Dad.

"No, Daddy! It's flower day!"

"Oh yeah, silly me!" He chuckled, pulling a silly face to make himself look stupid, "Come on then, let's go see Mitch."