Harry Styles Blurbs (Reader Insert)

A Father's Duty (Dad!Harry)

Harry lets out an exhausted sigh, rubbing at his right eye as he waits for the gate to his home to ever so slowly open. He's truly had the longest, most grueling day at the studio and he's never been so happy to be home- which in his case, says a lot.

It had simply been one of those days where no matter how many times they ran the track or how many people discussed upon it, they just couldn't figure out what they wanted to change. More specifically, he couldn't figure out how to get the song to click how he wanted it to.

And in all of their detailed haste, he'd ended up having to miss dinner with you and his daughter. Something that he wasn't too happy about, considering how rare it was for him to be able to sit down for a proper dinner with you two to begin with. But since he's in town and available, he'd rather spend time with his two girls than anyone else.

As he shifts his car into park and closes the garage door, he's just glad that he's made in home in time for bedtime snuggles with his little one. He knows it's cliche when he tells his friends and family, but she really is growing up too fast for him. He swears it was just yesterday that you two had brought the small bundle home, trailing carefully with each step as you welcomed the little one into her life.

But it's two years later, and she's starting to just string words together and is constantly toddling behind you and Harry around the house. Harry's a bit sad at the idea of his first little baby growing up, even though you two have talked about having more kids. The first one will always be special in a unique way.

Harry expects the house to be quiet, you two upstairs in your bed waiting for daddy to get home. Cozy under the blankets while you help her pick out a bedtime story. The hallway light is on as he pulls his keys out of the door, flooding the dark garage as he opens the door.

What Harry doesn't expect, though, is to hear his little girl wailing as loud as a newborn.

He pauses for a fraction of a second in complete panic. She has her fits here and there, mostly when she's tired, but she's a relatively quiet child and this is extremely unlike her. His heart starts pounding as he shoves his keys into his pockets and makes his way towards his baby's cries, not bothering to stop and take his boots off.

You've turned on one of the lamps in the living room, and Harry has to squint to get a proper glance but once his eyes adjust he sees you on the couch, your little girl sobbing into your shoulder as you rub her back.

"Love? S'wrong? Is she hurt?" Harry asks quickly, coming up behind the couch and looking down at you two.

"Harry", you sigh his name with relief, and he swears he can see wetness forming in your eyes, "No, she's-"

You're cut off by a loud wail, your daughter turning in your arms and peeking up from her hiding spot in your neck to look at Harry with wet cheeks and sad eyes that instantly make his heart shatter.

"Dada! Gigi. Gigi" Your little girl cries, she plops herself up on her legs and you reach a hand out just in case as she stands up and reaches for Harry, letting out a sob.

Harry immediately reaches down and scoops her up into his arms, one hand cupping the back of her head while the other wraps around her torso. "Oh little love, shhhh. Where's your Gigi, huh?" Harry glances down at the couch to see if it's laying there and then glances at you in question when he doesn't spot it.

You rub your temple slightly, sitting up and wincing along with Harry when a particular sharp cry escapes your daughter. Harry presses his cheek against the top of her head and shushes her, trying to get her to calm down.

"That's why she's crying, Harry. I can't find her Gigi anywhere. I've looked up and down the entire house," you shake your head, tucking your hair behind your ears, "I think we might've left it at the park earlier. I'm not sure."