hariana drabbles

018

- I'll Always Hold You
Author: Me (2014)
Summary: New dad, Harry Styles has to learn how to cope with taking care of eight month old Darcy on his own while Ariana's on tour.
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"Harry you've forgotten something."

I stifled a groan as I ran my hand through my greasy untamed curls, or what were once curls seeing as I haven't showered in ages. "What is it Niall, I still have to feed Darcy." I told him tiredly, running from the door with the rest of the groceries I picked up earlier.

"You've forgotten her diapers, again." Niall trailed off as I glanced at the four bags I'd previously brought it. The contents had been emptied out and sure enough there were no diapers.

A small cry came from the bundle in Niall's arms as he bounced her lightly against his chest while singing a short tune about some fish she seemed to like. I shook feverishly as I searched through the other bags.

"I c-could of sworn I bought diapers." I whispered as I pulled out her baby formulas and new bottles, only to still find no diapers. "Maybe the lady at the counter forgot to put them in." I reasoned with myself as Niall sighed.

"Or you forgot. How many hours of sleep did you get last night Haz, you seem out of it." Niall sighed as I shook my head. "It doesn't matter; I'll just run by the store again." Ignoring his words I skipped to the front door and pulled on my coat and shoes. "I won't be long Niall, I'll be back soon." I told him quickly as I grabbed my keys.

"Harry you need to stop doing this to yourself." I ignored his words and shoved my phone and wallet into my pocket. "I don't- I don't mind." I shook my head. "Ariana would mind." He breathed. "She's my responsibility Niall." I cut him off with a short breath.

"Look, I'm fine. Just try to get her to settle and I'll be back before you know it." I told him reassuringly as Niall sighed. "Harry she doesn't need a super dad, she just needs you."

I bit my lip and sighed deeply. Up until eleven months ago I thought my life couldn't get any better or worse in this case. In between my singing career and being a loyal boyfriend, I always had time to just be alone and work on some songs or go out to clubs and party with friends.

Then Ariana dropped the baby bomb. Don't get me wrong, I was ecstatic; elated that I was going to have my own little family with the girl of my dreams. Sure it was a bit early but I figured Hey, if I'm planning to marry her and have children one day why not just start now?

Stupid self-esteem speech to be honest but it worked. I was happy at one point I guess, but I suppose back then I didn't really understand what being a dad meant.

That it meant sacrificing hours' worth of my singing career, that it meant I had to give up my teenage life to care for another, and that I had to sacrifice friendships, not only people who were once close to me but those who weren't as well, like the fans. But I was okay; unhappy but okay.

I used to get hours of sleep, now I only get two; five if I'm lucky. I always figured being a dad would be tough, especially a single dad when Ariana is on tour. But nothing could ever bring up my spirits like hers.

She became my world the moment she entered it. She was tiny when I first held her and I felt like at any moment she would break because of how fragile she seemed.

With a small wisp of hair already growing on the crown of her head and her soft pink lips that she inherited from her mother, to her bright hazel eyes and cute button nose, I knew she could well be the most beautiful girl in the world.

I burst through the doors of the shop, ignoring gestures from strangers for a photo and autographs as I insisted that I needed to get what I needed and go home. People were surrounding me like animals and it pained me to even imagine what it'd be like for Darcy when she grew older.