Harry Styles Imagines

That's My Girl

That's My Girl

Harry's POV:

"Daddy! Daddy, wake up! Daddy," was what I woke up to one Saturday morning.

"Baby, I still wanna sleep, had a wicked night last night," I complained, but then a smile slowly crept onto my face as I remembered what Y/N and I did last night. But, Darcy would be traumatized if she heard any of that.

"Daddy! Darcy want pancakes. Mommy no make pancakes," Darcy whined.

"What? Why didn't Mommy make pancakes?" I groaned. I hated it when Y/N forgot to make pancakes when she left for work since the responsibility would be handed down to me.

"Daddy! Darcy want pancakes! Wake up!" my little three-year-old nagged. I could feel her irritation coming up to the surface, and I didn't want to upset little Darcy. So I sat up, only to lay down once again.

Darcy giggled. "Daddy! Up!" She opened one of my eyes with her little hands but gave up when I started fake snoring.

She was on her way back to her room, clutching her teddy bear, when I crept up behind her and grabbed her from behind.

She started laughing. "Daddy! Let Darcy go!"

"No, I won't let Darcy go!" I said in a fake masculine voice. Well, an even more masculine voice. I carried her to the kitchen and sat her down on one of the chairs.

"Daddy will make pancakes now," I said as I grabbed the ingredients and started making pancakes. "Hey, Darcy! Look!" I said to catch my daughter's attention.

She looked up from fixing the ribbon on her teddy bear. "Yes, Daddy?"

I flipped the pancake and caught it perfectly, which made Darcy giggle.

"Do again! Do again!" she said, cracking up.

I grinned from ear to ear and flipped the next pancake. It made Darcy laugh even harder than the last time.

I had flipped about 10 pancakes already when I realized that I had no more pancakes. But I couldn't let Darcy know that, it would only break her heart.

"Hey, Darcy? You know what happens next after you flip them?" I asked in my most enthusiastic voice.

"What?" Darcy questioned excitedly.

"You eat them!" I said, putting two pancakes on her Elmo plate, cutting it up into tiny pieces and serving it. "Breakfast is served," I said in my best Italian voice.

Darcy burst out laughing. "You sound like waiter from restaurant yesterday," she commented.

"But he's not nearly as good looking, is he?" I joked, sitting down beside my angel.

Darcy shook her head, eating a tiny piece of the pancake. "Daddy most handsome."

I laughed, ruffling her hair. "That's my girl."