Harry Styles One Shots

Little Sunshine on Stage

The morning sunlight filtered through the high windows of the arena as Harry Styles strolled across the empty stage, holding the tiny hand of his three-year-old daughter, [Y/N]. She looked around with wide green eyes—identical to Harry's—taking in the rows and rows of empty seats and the quiet hum of the sound crew setting up. She clutched her favorite stuffed bunny in her other hand, its long ears dragging slightly on the stage floor.

"Wow," she whispered, her little voice echoing in the massive space. "It's so big, Daddy."

Harry chuckled softly, adjusting the tiny backpack slung over her shoulders. It had her name embroidered on it in sparkly letters: [Y/N]. "It is, isn't it? This is where all the music happens. Tonight, it'll be filled with people singing along."

[Y/N] tilted her head and looked up at him skeptically. "But it's not our house. You don't sleep here."

Harry grinned, crouching down to her level. "No, love, it's not our house. But it's kind of like my work house. This is where Daddy sings and plays guitar. Want to see what it's like?"

She nodded enthusiastically, bouncing on her tiny feet. "Can I sing too? And dance?"

"Of course," Harry said, scooping her up and spinning her around once, eliciting a delighted squeal. "You're the star of today's sound check. Let's go."

He set her down gently in the center of the stage, where the main microphone stood waiting. The towering mic was almost as tall as Harry, so he adjusted it to [Y/N] height, crouching beside her as she stepped forward cautiously.

"Say something," he encouraged with a smile.

[Y/N] leaned in, her nose almost touching the mic. "Hello, everybody!" she said, her voice blasting through the speakers. She jumped back in surprise, giggling and covering her ears. "It's so loud!"

Harry laughed, ruffling her curly brown hair. "That's the fun of it! Want to sing something?"

She nodded eagerly, holding up her stuffed bunny. "Can Bunny sing too?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, pretending to think it over. "Hmm... Bunny's got to prove she's got the chops. What song should we sing together?"

[Y/N] thought for a moment, tapping her chin with her finger. "The sunshine song! The one you sing to me at bedtime."

Harry's heart melted. "You Are My Sunshine? Alright, let's do it."

He knelt beside her, his voice blending perfectly with [Y/N]'s soft, sweet tones as they sang into the microphone. She clutched Bunny tightly and swayed a little offbeat, her face lighting up when the last note echoed across the empty arena.

"That was beautiful, superstar," Harry said, wrapping an arm around her. "You're a natural."

The sound crew clapped from the side of the stage, and [Y/N]'s face lit up even brighter. "They liked it!" she exclaimed.

"They loved it," Harry corrected, scooping her up into his arms. "And so did I."

Afterward, he let her explore the stage while the crew tested the lights. [Y/N] twirled in the beams of pink and blue, her sparkly sneakers catching the light. She spun too quickly at one point and wobbled, but Harry was there in an instant, steadying her with a laugh.

"Careful there, love. You've got a whole concert to get through tonight."

[Y/N] giggled. "I'm not falling, Daddy. I'm dancing!"

Harry smiled, stepping onto the stage beside her. "Alright, then. Show me your moves."

She grabbed his hand and started twirling him, though her tiny steps barely moved him an inch. Still, Harry played along, spinning dramatically and pretending to stumble. "Whoa! You're too good, [Y/N]. You're putting me to shame."

"No, Daddy!" she squealed, her laughter echoing around them. "You're the best dancer ever."

"Debatable," Harry teased, pulling her into a playful waltz. "But I'll take it."

Eventually, they flopped onto the stage floor, both out of breath. [Y/N] stared up at the maze of lights and rigging above them, her bunny tucked under her chin. "Do you ever get scared when you sing, Daddy?" she asked, her voice soft.

Harry turned his head to look at her, his expression thoughtful. "Sometimes," he admitted. "But then I think about you. And I remember that no matter what happens, you're proud of me. That makes everything better."

[Y/N] beamed, her cheeks rosy. "I am proud of you, Daddy. You're the best singer in the whole wide world."

Harry reached over and squeezed her hand. "And you're the best daughter. I think we make a pretty good team."

As the sound check wrapped up, Harry carried [Y/N] off the stage, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. She yawned, her excitement from the morning finally wearing off.

"Daddy?" she murmured sleepily.

"Yes, love?"

"When I grow up, I'm gonna sing on a stage just like you. But you have to come and cheer for me."

Harry smiled, his heart full. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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Author's Note
For @YaraDel6 . I hope you liked it :)
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