Harry styles prompts

Step dad {4}

Summary: Just a little blurb about Harry being a stepdad. Also posted in tumblr and AO3!

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When Evangelique and Harry had first met, It hadn't been under the best circumstances. Evangelique had been running late for work because her babysitter had bailed on her at the very last minute, something that was starting to become a common occurrence, but what could she do? She didn't trust anyone else with her child.

She was walking quickly with her three year old tucked safely into her arms, asleep, which was a good thing because Evangelique didn't want her little girl to see her like this. Crying, her makeup smearing, hair flying all over the place as it came out of her neat bun piece by piece, breathing harshly- A little too harshly. She was an absolute mess.

The tears blurring her vision and her head ducked low in shame, she hadn't noticed that someone was in front of her until it was too late. She bumped into their hard chest and let out a loud, frustrated groan, cursing under her breath before making sure she hadn't woken up Bella.

"I'm sorry." Her head snapped up as she heard the voice. The accent was beautiful and quite thick, Obviously, an English one, which was strange considering this was L.A. "I-I'm sorry, It's my fault." She muttered before looking down again quickly. She blushed as she realized how horrid she looked, and how attractive he looked. She hadn't looked at him for too long, but just long enough to realize that he was a very, very, nice looking guy.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked, frowning as he stared at her. The strong and dreadful feeling of worry slowly found its way in the pit of his stomach. It was 8AM and this woman, no older than him, maybe even a tad bit younger, was sobbing her eyes out and looking like a nervous wreck.

"It's alright-Really. It's okay." She choked out, sniffing a little and swallowing harshly. His frown deepened and he reached out to touch her arm gently, causing her to hurriedly back away from him. She muttered a quick apology as she realized he hadn't meant to scare her or hurt her.

"No, It isn't. You're upset." He mumbled. "Do you want to grab some coffee and talk about it?" He asked. Why not? They'd bumped into each other a short way away from a small coffee shop anyways, and he wanted to make sure that she was okay, especially since she was holding a little girl in her arms.

"No. I have to get to work." She sighed as she glanced sadly towards the shop. Coffee sounded so good to her in that moment. She hadn't had any earlier as she'd been rushing around trying to get her and Bella ready for the day and find other arrangements.

"When was your last day off?" He questioned, hoping she'd decide to just call in sick or something. By the look of things, she really needed the break.

"The last time my babysitter bailed on me.  A week ago." She muttered through clenched teeth. Somehow, the strong smell of the warm beverages being served only a few steps away made its way to her nostrils. She looked up at the sky and took a deep breath before looking towards the worried looking man in front of her. "I'll probably get fired soon anyway. Let's go."

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She'd downed her coffee in only three minutes, and she regretted it as she watched him slowly sipping his latte, wishing she could have that too. She always preferred lattes over black coffee, but she didn't want to complain because he'd insisted on paying, and considering she was more than sure she'd be searching for another job before the week was even out, she figured it'd be smart not to object.

"So...Why are you so upset?" He asked softly, staring at her with piercing green eyes. She shrugged her shoulders as she moved around in her seat a little, rocking Bella as she started to stir. "I...My babysitter decided not to show up at the last minute and...Well, that's no reason for me to be running around like a mad woman." She sighed. "I'm just stressed."