Harry Styles Imagines

#17 Time Out for Darcy

Punishments were never things he liked giving to his princess, but she had really crossed the line this time. There was no way she was getting away with hitting you- not on his watch.

"Go, Darcy! If I get to three and you haven't marched yourself to time out, you're gonna get it," Harry says firmly, making sure to look directly into her green eyes. "One." By then she had already hurried off down the hallway obediently.

Five minutes later, he goes to the corner. Upon seeing him, she immediately outstretches her arms. Her face was read red and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Feeling terrible, he scoops her up. The wetness gets on his shirt as she tries to burry herself into his chest. His heart can't help but drop a little. Was what he did too much?

He begins bouncing her in hopes it'll calm her down. "Shh, it's ok. You're ok," he whispers softly into her hair. "Just remember it's not nice to hit people. Especially the people who provide so much for you," he adds, patting her back.

She sniffles and lifts her head. "I d-didn't mean to hurt mommy. She m-made me angry and I didn't know w-what to do," she explains, trying to get her breaths under control. "She hates me n-now probably." A scared look suddenly washes over her face.

That was far from the truth. "Hey, you." Harry gently grabs her chin. "Mommy and I both love you very much. Nothing will ever be able to change that, ok? I don't care if you go out and dye your hair every color of the rainbow." A small giggle slips past her lips at that last part.

He can't help but smile at how she bites her lip to keep more from coming out. You do the exact same thing when he makes you laugh while you're sad. It's actually amazing how much you and Darcy were alike. To him it was cutest thing in the world. And having two lovely ladies in the house was the best thing in the world.

"There was nothing funny. Was that a giggle I heard, Miss Darcy?" He teasingly asks, poking her ribcage. She lets out a squeal and squirms in his arms. "Hmm?" This time he gently squeezes her sides and she screws her eyes shut and freely laughs.

"No more tickles," she begs, clenching onto her father's shirt.

"Did you say more tickles, Darc?" Harry raises a brow. She frantically shakes her head, still laughing. "Oh, ok. I guess I'll spare you for now." he gives her a kiss on the cheek.

Later on Darcy makes sure to apologize to you. At the end of the day, she was still young and had a lot to learn, but you guys knew she was going to turn out just fine.

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