Harry Styles One Shots

Too Slow! (Short)

Harry made animal noises as my daughter ran around the living room, screaming, trying to get away from him. Harry was my boyfriend, but Chloe wasn't his. She belonged to Angel, my ex boyfriend. We've been broken up for three years, Chloe being two and a half. Harry met me when I was pregnant, he had spilled coffee on my grey sweater, Chloe going crazy inside of me. He apologized by taking me out to the ice cream parlor and after that we just clicked. He's been in Chloe's life since the second she was born.

"Run, baby, run!" I smiled at my little girl who tried to hide behind me. Harry came up to me, and spread my legs apart to reach out and grab Chloe. She screamed and tried to run outside. "No, you can't go out there. Its late," I told her, sitting on the couch, but she responded too late. Harry lifted her up, and she laughed, falling limp in Harry's arms. "Oh no, she's dead!" He rushed her to the couch, and threw her on it. I laughed at the both of them. I loved how Harry acted with her. He treated her as if she was his own. He loved her and she loved him. "Daddy!" She screamed when Harry blew raspberries in her stomach. He quickly looked up concerned, "What happened, baby?" She giggled, and poked his eye, before jumping off the couch and running into our bedroom. He started laughing and sat next to me on the couch. He fell across my lap. "Tired?" I mumbled, running my fingers through his curls. He nodded and smiled up at me. "She tires me out."

"You signed up for this. You don't have to put up with her."

"Well, I promised I wouldn't leave you alone through it. Angel was a dick for leaving behind this amazing woman who carried and conceived his child." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. "We could always have a child of our own."

"And have another Chloe? No way," he laughed. "Well what if its a boy? You're always talking about how you want a boy," he looked at me. "Yeah, but that's a 50/50 chance. What if its another Chloe?" I groaned and threw my head back. "We'll try, baby, okay? I promise." He kissed my throat before groaning when Chloe screamed daddy again. She ran out of the room, and sat on his stomach. He groaned and closed his eyes.

Then she held her hand up. "Up high," Harry gave her a high five. She gave the biggest smiled. "Down low," he slapped he hand, and she started clapping. "Gimme five," Harry held up his hand, and she slapped it. "On the side," he turned his hand over and she slapped it again, laughing. "Up high," they both said, Chloe laughing uncontrollably. Harry started laughing too. "Down low. Too slow," He moved his hand before Chloe hit it, and softly tapped her forehead. She continued laughing, her face turning red. She fell back on Harry's legs and let out a breath before laughing again. Her laugh made me laugh, my laugh made Harry laugh. When she calmed down, she started coughing. Harry quickly lifted her up, and patted her back, but she smiled, brushing it off. She held her hand up again. "Up high," Harry tapped it. "Down low," he tapped her hand. "Through the gate," she spoke, it was barely audible but we understood. She held both her hand out, her fingers touching. Harry broke through the gate. Chloe muttered something about a goose, and Harry hit her hand. She said something else about a water hose, Harry hit her hand again. It went on for a few more moments before she giggled again. "Too slow!" She leaned forward and slapped Harry's forehead. I'm sure the slap was heard from upstairs. I started laughing, not being able to hold it in. Harry rubbed his forehead, muttering ow.

Chloe was laughing hard too, she almost fell off the couch but Harry prevented that from happening. Rolling his eyes, he stood up and walked into the kitchen, our daughter running after him, screaming juice.