One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Random Hazza Imagine

***Your P.O.V***

"(Y/N)! Where are you?!" Harry called out. Your tired eyes snapped open and you rolled out of bed. Literally. Darcy was at that little 5 year old stage where she cried a lot and never really wanted to go to sleep. You haven't been able to sleep for the past two nights because of it. Rubbing your eyes with a fist like a child, you wobbled out of the room, half-awake.

"Hi, Harry," you yawned.

"(Y/N)!" Harry yelled, hugging you around the waist and spinning you in the air. Terrified that he would wake up your daughter, you pushed him away and started shushing him. He furrowed his eyes in confusion. "Love, what's wrong?"

"Please be quiet, Harry. Darcy just fell asleep like an hour ago. Please," you whispered.

"Oh, so I can't be excited now to see my wife after I've been away for a month on promo!" Harry yelled, not bothering to lower his voice at all.

"No, you can be excited. Just try to be excited quietly," you begged.

"When did you become such a self-centered bitch, (Y/N)?!" Harry asked you, his face getting red from his anger.

"Don't you dare call me a bitch, Styles! Darcy's at a tough stage right now. I could really use your help, but work calls every single damn second of the day! And I let you go do it because it's your job. And you love it. And it's with your best mates! I get that! But-."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You let me?! You don't control my life, (Y/N)!" Harry screamed at you.

"Well maybe someone ought to start controlling it for you! Cuz you're doing a pretty damn bad job of it! Darcy barely sees you! She's five, Harry! Freaking five! She needs her dad! She misses you! I miss you," you shouted, whispering the last part.

Harry laughed; that short kind that made you believe he thought you were joking. "Bullshit. You don't miss me! If you missed me, you wouldn't pretend to be tired or close to tears right now! You're such a fake, (Y/N)!" Harry screamed, this time so loud that you almost had to cover your tears.

"Please, Harry!" you said, resorting back to begging. "Don't wake Darcy up! Please!" A few tears leaked out of your eyes from exhaustion and the pain of fighting with Harry. A knock at the door interrupted Harry just as he was about to speak. You stared at him, sure that your façade was a mix of confusion and of an angry glare.

Harry waltzed to the door, swinging it open to reveal Simon. "Hello, Harry. (Y/N). How's your evening?" he asked. You nodded, not able to trust your words.

Knowing that you had to talk sooner or later to Simon, you swallowed the lump in your throat and croaked out, "Hi, Uncle Si. What are you doing here so late?"

"Surely Harry told you that me and him have some band stuff that we need to discuss since I'm leaving tomorrow for America in order to begin auditions for X-Factor over there?"

"No, he hasn't," you said, glaring pointedly at Harry. All Harry did was shrug and slam the front door closed behind Simon. The slam of the door is what did it. Seconds after Harry locked it, you heard wails and sobs coming from Darcy's room. Simon's eyes flickered over to the closed bedroom door, along with Harry's, whose held a bit of guilt in them. Before you could help it, you burst into tears. The exhaustion and the night's fighting with Harry had taken its toll on you.

"(Y/N)," Harry started softly while he watched you cry.

"Harry, you're a prick. Just get back to work. I'll get her," you hissed, walking over to Darcy's room.

***Third Person's P.O.V***

"Hey, Darcy, baby, shush. Mummy's here," you cooed to Darcy as you held her in your arms. Darcy continued to sob so you hummed to her quietly and rubbed her back. Harry and Simon had gathered at the door to eavesdrop on the conversation, knowing that you were upset and that Darcy needed some space at the moment.

"Mummy? Will you sing for me?" Darcy sniffled. You smiled softly and finger combed her hair and you gently sang "Your Song" by Elton John to her. As the song came to an ending, Darcy had stopped crying and was lying peacefully in your lap, occasionally sniffling.

"Mummy, why was Daddy yelling at you?"

"He wasn't yelling, baby. We were just talking."

"You were loud. Daddy was scaring me a little. Was he gonna talk with me too?" Darcy asked, looking up at you with wide green eyes.

"Oh, no, baby. Daddy loves you. He wouldn't talk with you like he did with Mummy. Daddy's a little stressed right now."

"I never see Daddy anymore, Mummy. Why?" she sniffled again, tears beginning to pool in her eyes. Harry felt his heart drop as he listened to the conversation. A mask of pain took over his face as he listened to every word. How could he be so careless?

"Daddy's busy with work right now, darling. But you'll see him in the morning. I think," you whispered the last part, praying silently that you were right.

"I miss Daddy, Mummy. I miss when he read me my bedtime stories and then sang me to sleep. I miss him being the Tickle Monster and chasing us around the house. I miss dressing him up in my game. Or him attending my tea parties. And when I get hurt, he'd kiss my boo-boo. Mummy, I want D-Daddy," Darcy said, beginning to silently cry again.

You picked her up and hugged her tightly, stroking her hair and hushing her. "It's okay, doll. Once all of this work is over, Daddy will be here. And he'll play with you. And tickle you. And cook with you. And kiss your boo-boos. And sing with you. And you're not the only one that misses him, love. I miss your father too."

"Do you love Daddy, Mummy?" Darcy asked you.

"Of course I do, sweetheart. Why would you ask that?"

"Cuz Daddy's never home and you were both talking really loudly. I thought people who love each other never fight."

"Yes, hun, they do. But I love Daddy with all my heart. And he's never getting away from us. He's stuck with us, you hear?" you said, poking her tummy. She giggled and the two of you cuddled up on her bed.

Outside, Harry had fallen into silent sobs. How could he have not seen how much you and Darcy missed him? How much more of a bad husband and father could he become?

"Harry?" Simon said. Harry looked up at the blurry figure of Simon. "Harry, take the next two months off. I'm giving One Direction a break. Your family misses you. And you miss them. Go to them. Spend time with them. And Harry? Never let those two go," Simon said. Harry stood and hugged Simon.

"Thanks, Uncle Si." Simon nodded and left, leaving Harry to go to Darcy's room and apologize.

***Your P.O.V***

"(Y/N)?" Harry called out. Your tiredly glared at him, Darcy shifting so she could see him too.

"Daddy?" she whimpered.

"Hey, baby girl," Harry greeted, catching his daughter as she leaped into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Good news, (Y/N)," Harry said, lying next to you on Darcy's bed, placing Darcy in between you two.

"What?"

"I've got two months off. And every second is going to be spent with my two Princesses," Harry said, and you couldn't help but smile widely before leaning in and kisses Harry for the first time in a month.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

The three of you ended up falling asleep in each other's arms in Darcy's little bed.

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Sorry, that was a really crappy ending.

I posted this 1) To get your Harry feels going. How'd I do?? 2) because I've tried uploading an imagine for Mehr twice now and it hasn't been posting so I wanted to see if this posted.

So, um, I don't have anything to say.

I ate a banana today.

It was soft.

Yeah...

K, so vote/comment :)

Luff you guys!!!

~Sydney :)