Harry Styles Imagines

22 - Silence treatment

SILENCE TREATMENT

                                   The table is set when I hear my daughter running into the dining room, a loud laughter echoing through the house. Another laughter is audible, a rather deep and raspy one. When I want to set down the frying pan Harry enters the room, chasing our daughter Emilia.

 "I'm gonna get you!" Harry calls laughing and Emilia screeches when he wraps his long arms around her small body. He sits her down on one of the chairs and then catches hold of my wrist to pull me against his chest.

 "Food smells delicious, Y/N." He whispers before giving me a kiss. Since we rarely have him around due to his job it is amazing to see him like this when he has a few weeks off.

 Both of us sit down, opposite from each other, and then we start filling our plates. During Dinner Emilia keeps on talking and talking, telling her Dad what amazing things happened to her while he was gone. Harry listens with a smile.

 "Oh, uhm, Mommy?" Emilia asks after we finished dining, "Can I go to the sleepover Molly's invited me to?"

 And in the same moment as I say that she is allowed to go Harry says a strict "no". Rolling my eyes, I look at him to see that a crease has formed between his eyebrows.

 "You already asked me, Emilia, and I said no. No need to run to Mommy." Harry says and now I understand why he is like that. Of course, it was wrong from her to ask me after she asked him.

 "But I really wanna go!" She whines.

 "No."

 "Tss, then I'll pretend you are invisible."

 "All right, then I'll pretend you're invisible, too. Good for me because I can eat this delicious ice-cream without sharing it with anyone but my lovely wife." Harry says and I bite my lip to suppress my laughter as he holds a spoon with ice-cream in front of me.

 Emilia glances over at him, peering at the desert in front of him. "Daddy, can I have some, too? Please?"

 "Did you hear that, love? I swear I heard someone talking."

 "Harry." I laugh and Emilia climbs onto my lap, leaning over to Harry.

 "Why do you only share with Mommy?" She asks, "Daddy, listen to me! You're not invisible anymore. Look, I can see you!" She tells us and touches his arm but Harry continues to ignore her, sharing his ice-cream with me.

 "Mommy!" Emilia whines and buries her face in the crook of my neck. I give Harry a serious glare, telling him, without words, that he should stop with his stupid behaviour.

 "Oh look, sweetie, I can see you again!" Harry says happily and when she looks at him he has his hand in front of his eyes and then takes it away. Emilia giggles.

 "Daddy!" She yells excited and jumps over on his lap, clinging onto him as if she hasn't seen him for years, "Why did you only share with Mommy?"

 "Because I really, really love Mommy." Harry answers and gives me a heart-warming smile.

 "You don't love me?"

 "What, who told you this? Of course, I love you. You're my little princess!" Harry smiles and runs his fingers through her hair.

 "Is Mommy your queen then?"

 "Yes, Mommy is my queen." Harry says and leans a bit forward so he can lace his fingers with mine. Emilia, between us, smiles happily as she presses herself against Harry's chest.