Yet sometimes the most important things lie forgotten (A Harry Styles Imagine)
"Mommy" your four year old Darcy asked, "Can we play dress up?" You shook your head no, holding your cellphone to your ear. "Why?" She asked innocently. "Excuse me for one second sir" you said to the record producer you had been speaking to on the phone. "DARCY ANNE STYLES GO TO YOUR ROOM! IM ON THE PHONE!" you hissed. You held the phone to your chest, so you wouldn't be heard on the other end. Darcy turned and ran down the hall to yours and Harry’s room. “Daddy!” she shrieked through tears, “Mommy’s being mean to me!” “Baby daddy’s busy writing a song” Harry mumbled. “Said I had a dirty mouth…but she kissed me like she meant it. Perfect!” he said suddenly. “Daddy, mommy yelled at me though!” Darcy explained. Harry slammed his hands down on the desk, “Please Darcy Just Go Play, I’m Busy!” he said through gritted teeth. Darcy started to wail on her way to her room, a few seconds later Harry slammed his door and you screamed at her to stop. "You finally got off your phone” said Harry, as he walked into the kitchen, where you were slumped over head in your heads. “Yes” you said irritably “What’s it any business of yours?” “Nothing” he snapped back “I WAS JUST THINKING WE SHOULD EAT DINNER AS A FAMILY TONIGHT, LIKE YOU ACTUALLY GETTING UP AND COOKING TONIGHT?” “OH ME GETTING UP” you screamed. “YEAH YOU GETTING UP!” He yelled and slammed his hands down for the second time that day. You too continued to fight and Harry ended up sleeping on the couch. Your maid Lena spent the night, keeping Darcy calm, by playing dress up and tea party.
~The next morning~
“Darcy hurry up!” you screamed from your bedroom. “I’m coming mommy!” she called and came bounding down the stairs, her pigtails bouncing along. “Get in the car!” you scream in exasperation. When Darcy doesn’t move fast enough, you grab her arm and pull her along. “STOP” screams Lena. Harry who was about to head out of the door, stopped in his tracks and looked back at her. “Lena I don’t have time for this” you said trying to push past her, “I’m going to be late for rehearsals.” “No Mrs. Styles, Mr. Styles no one’s going anywhere until I’m finished talking”, Lena seemed genuinely concerned about something, so you let go of Darcy and leaned on the counter. Lena charged on. “You guys have a beautiful house, with a beautiful family and I’m so so sick of watching you ruin it. Darcy is four years old and you treat her like she doesn’t exist, and you need to stop. I get that your busy and all but you need to make time for her because she won’t be little forever”, she said tears running down her cheeks. “Oh and by the way I quit” she says and walks out the front door. You and Harry look at eachother. "I'm really sorry baby" says Harry as he scoops up Darcy, into his arms. "I love you my princess you know that". She wraps her tiny arms around his neck. "I know daddy" she says, as she brushes a curl from her face. "You know who hasn't been around in awhile?" Harry says, to Darcy. "No daddy. Who?" "THE TICKLE MONSTER!!!" He screams and starts tickling Darcy all over. She shrieks, giggling and squirming trying to get away. "Your not off the hook either Mrs. Styles" says Harry, mischeviously. Now its your turn to shriek, as Harry sets Darcy down on the floor. "LETS GO TICKLE MUMMY!" screams Darcy as she chases after you, Harry trailing not far behind. Darcy cant keep up so Harry grabs her mid run and carries her to your room. You throw yourself on the bed just as Harry and Darcy round the corner. Harry sets Darcy on the bed and they both tickle you until theres tears in your eyes. You wriggle and try to fight but its no use, its two against one.
~Authors Note~
This one was actually a very sad request so I fixed it and made it happier <3 Enjoy <3
~Clumsy_Girly
