Harry styles prompts

Christmas play {7}

Summary: Harry has been waiting for months to see his daughter perform in the annual Christmas play, but soon discovers that she hates the stage, and now, because of him, Christmas.

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Harry had been rushing around like a mad man all morning trying to make sure that absolutely everything was perfect. He'd planned every second of that day--Every single second. The Sunday started with everyone waking up at 7AM. He and Y/N cooked a nice breakfast--Alright fine, Y/N actually cooked and he stood around making puns until she asked him to chop something for her or set up the table. It was Annalise's favorite breakfast this morning, not only because it was her turn to pick what they ate, but also because today was her day and Harry was determined to make it special for her. Pancakes, bacon, waffles, bagels, croissants--Did this child have a bread kink or something? Y/N was convinced that she did--the cheesiest eggs that could possibly be eaten without causing lifelong constipation, yogurt, strawberries, and most importantly of all, a cinnamon roll and a side of apple juice, because if there was no cinnamon roll and no apple juice then their might as well be no breakfast at all, or so Anna had explained to them many times before. Y/N thought it was more than a bit over the top, and considering she was the one cooking, she was ready and willing to say no to making the extravagant breakfast, but between Anna's puppy dog eyes and Harry's constant passive aggressiveness when he was angry, how could she refuse? Seriously. How?

So she cooked and they ate, Anna chowing down on her meal quiet as a mouse and Harry talking more than anyone should be talking at such an early hour, and by the time everything had been cooked, eaten, and cleaned it was 9AM. After such a massive breakfast all Anna wanted to do was go back to sleep. It was Sunday after all, and everyone knows that being even the slightest bit productive on a Sunday is a straight up sin, but Harry wasn't listening to that, no, not today.

No ten-year-old child wants to go over the lines to some stupid Christmas play that they don't even want to be in while being dragged by their wildly famous dad through an overly festive, overly crowded shop in the mall at 10AM on a Sunday morning, but here they are.

"HARRY, I LOVE YOU!" Shouted a girl who appeared to be in her early twenties. Harry looked up for only a moment, staring past his security guard and straight at the girl, sent her a smile and a wave and blew her a kiss, and then said to Anna, "You'll want to put some more feeling into the line before the music starts playing. I'm getting Gretchen Weiner in the Christmas performance feels when I should be getting Cady Heron in the Christmas play feels."

"First of all daddy, this has nothing to do with mean girls. Second of all, can't we go over these a different time? It's a bit crazy in here..." She muttered as she looked around the room. People were screaming and trying to get to Harry, although he wasn't concerned with it because he was surrounded by security--He always had loads of them follow him around whenever he was out with Anna or Y/N-- And besides, nothing was going to distract him from helping his little girl get all of her lines right for the play. "We're on a tight schedule love, you've got to practice them now or you won't get to at all."

"Why didn't you do your Christmas shopping weeks ago? Or, you know, any time that wasn't Christmas eve?" She whined. He narrowed his eyes at her as he eyed a nearby necklace that he thought Y/N might like. "I did go shopping weeks ago. I got everyone but your mum something. You know what it's like shopping for her. She never says what she wants."

"Yes she does, she just doesn't say it out loud."

"What?"

"All this year she's been wanting one of those really fancy looking, custom made, silk robes that her friend, ugh-" She snapped her fingers together as she tried to think of the name of her mother's friend. "Ugh, Ivory?" She nodded to herself. "Ivory--Wears all the time. She stares at them all the time and you can tell she wants one. She's been putting off getting one, but she wants one really bad."