One Direction Imagines

She'll Be Fine )Harry Styles)

Slowly she began to get older, and even though I’m her Dad, I could do nothing to stop my little girl from growing up. 

When she was born, she looked so innocent and peaceful, her big eyes full of so much wisdom for a three hour old baby. 

When she was three she danced around the room after he first ballet class, wearing a little tutu, her long curly hair bouncing behind her.

When she was ten she wanted to be a vet, and help out sick animals, which her Mother agreed on, and told her she could be whatever she wanted to be.

When she was twelve, she decided she wanted to sing, just like me, and I had hugged her close and realized how despite he green eyes and curly hair, she looked so much like her mother, (Y/N). 

At 13, she quit dancing and singing lessons and became slightly withdrawn, her grades dropping dramatically and her time at home becoming smaller and smaller. 

Now she sat in front of me at the dinner table reluctantly, 14 years old, glaring at me while (Y/N) was in the kitchen cooking. 

“I just don’t see why I can’t go our with my friends?!” She yelled, and all I could do was sigh and bear through it. Only her mother could handle this. 

“Huh? Why can’t I? It’s not like I’m going to get killed or anything!”

I looked up at her exasperatedly, and for a second I saw the little toddler who was angry at me for the vegetables on her plate, I was telling her to eat. She pouted, and was the beautiful teenage girl I couldn’t let leave my sight. I was still marveled by the fact she was half me. 

“Because when you were born, I was given the task of looking out for you” she slumped back into her chair “and I love you so much I don’t want to see you hurt or in trouble”. 

She stood up suddenly and pushed the chair away from the table, running into her room. “What a load if shit Dad!” She yelled down the hall, slamming her door. 

(Y/N) came out if the kitchen then, holding two plates of delicious food in he hands. She was so lovely to look at, and she was always so calm when it came to our Daughter that I sometimes felt jealous, like I was missing out on something. 

“Where’d she go?” (Y/N) asked, confused, setting a plate down in front if me and one where our daughter had been sitting

“In her room” I grumbled, poking at the mashed potato on my plate unhappily. (Y/N) nodded her head understandingly and sat down at the table, digging into her own food. 

“You know I was exactly like her when I was her age” (Y/N) said casually.

“You could have given me a heads up a few years back” I muttered. The door bell rang and (Y/N) pushed her seat back but I put a hand up to stop her. “I’ll get it” I said with a mouthful of food. 

I answered the door to a tall, black haired, teenage boy wearing a backwards flat cap, a white tank top and dirty high-tops. 

“Hello” he answered in a small voice, looking up at me as I towered over him “I’m Oscar, I’m here to pick up your daughter?”. 

I looked around, blinking at the kid, before shutting a the door. “Wrong house”.

I stomped back to the table and sat down, shoveling the food into my mouth before another knock on the door sounded, and (Y/N) got up to get it again. I shook my head and ran to get it again, opening it and glaring at the same kid. “This IS 68 Wellington St. right?” The kid asked, his confidence magically boosted by something I didn’t know. “No” I answered bluntly, about to close the door, before the kid caught it. “Look Mr.Styles, I saw her name on the mailbox” he admitted “and you look exactly like her”. My heart warmed slightly in my chest and I smiled reluctantly, ushering the kid inside. I told him to wait in the lounge room, where (Y/N) came out to say hello and introduce herself, and his eyes widened that the beautiful woman that was my wife was his dates Mum. 

I knocked on her door and nothing happened. I opened it suddenly to her sprawled across her bed, on tumblr (I shuddered, I’d developed a fear of tumble ever since I had became famous) listening to music so loud I could hear it from where I was standing. 

She looked up at me and jumped backwards, slamming closed the laptop and yanking her headphones out roughly. “DAD! You have to knock next time!” 

“I did knock!” I yelled, before lowering my tone and leaning up against the door way. “You didn’t tell me you had a date coming” I said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh my god he’s here! Why didn’t you tell me?” She pushed past me and ran out the door, a smile on her face. I followed her to where they all were. Oscar, sat on the couch, looking so happy that my only daughter had showed up and she looked horribly ecstatic. (Y/N) stood by the mantlepiece, surveying the scene with a happy smile. I raised my eyebrows at her and jutted my hands out on. Either sides of me. She mouthed so cute back to me and kept looking at our daughter. My mouth gaped open and I just stared at them, before finally coughing and they broke eye contact. “I’m just gonna go change and we’ll go” she smiled, dancing back to her room with the grace of a girl who took ballet lessons for ten years. 

“So Oscar, what do you plan to be when you’re older?” I asked bitterly, and (Y/N) gave me a warning look I ignored. 

“I’d love to be a DJ, I’m into music and stuff” he grinned, and I nodded my head. 

“You don’t always earn much being a DJ” I said casually “well, not enough money to support a family”. (Y/N) coughed and interrupted me. “That’s great Oscar, you know, Harry here actually worked in music too” (Y/N) smiled, gesturing to my statue still body. 

“Really, what did you do?” He asked eagerly, turning and facing me. 

“I was in one of the most successful pop groups of all time actually” I said, looking him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy”. 

The kid coughed and watched as she danced into the room again, wearing less clothes than she had on before. My eyes widened and I shook my head, before (Y/N) was at my side, kicking me lightly in the shin. 

“You look lovely, now do you have your phone on you?” (Y/N) asked politely, and her eyes lit up as she nodded, before steering her date out the door and walking off. 

“STAY SAFE” I called after them desperately, and she turned around and gave me the finger with a smile and disappearing from view. 

I ran a hand through my hair and looked back at (Y/N), who was shaking her head a chuckling. “She’ll be fine” she laughed, getting up on her tippy toes and pecking me on the lips. Before she could pull away I cupped her cheek and deepened our kiss, and she locked her arms around my neck. I pulled away and looked get in the eyes. “I just love her…and she looks like you so much it’s just hard to see someone exactly like you walking out that door and hating me all at the same time”. 

She smiled warmly at me, and kissed me slightly again. “She’s half you too, trust me, she’ll be fine”. And you know what, I actually believed her.

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