Harry Styles Blurbs (Reader Insert)

Magical (Dad!Harry)

"Come on now, little love. Sit still fo' daddy, will yeh? Please baby."

A smacking series of kisses is followed by the desperate plea and you smile to yourself as you ascend the last step up to the top floor of your home, hearing Harry speak to your daughter was something that would never cease to endear you.

You pause to dart your head through the doorway of your little girl's nursery, glancing left and right to see if your family is in there.

"Oi! Don't kick me, silly girl. Yeh going t'be a soccer player, aren't yeh?" You hear Harry coo, followed by a chorus of baby giggles and a chuckle from her daddy.

Your smile widens as you adjust the laundry basket in your arms and make your way towards your and Harry's bedroom at the end of the hall.

The door is ajar and Harry's opened the vast windows in the room, morning light streaming in through them and painting the room in a glowing glaze. To your alarm Harry is standing on the bed with his phone in his hand, head ducked over it as the snapping sound of his camera shutter fills the room.

"Good girl, c'mon now love, give daddy a big smile. Look here," Harry says suddenly, using one hand to hold his phone in place and the other to snap his fingers in front of the camera.

You narrow your eyes a bit as you set the basket down on the floor and cross your arms across your chest as you move closer to the bed, craning your neck to see what has Harry so enthralled.

Your daughter, your darling squirmy bundle of love, is laying in the middle of the unmade bed with her legs kicking up into the air as she babbles away. The blanket lays at a heap near her feet and your suspicion is that she's kicked it off. It's a sight you've seem countless times before, yet... this time she's wearing a hat that has a unicorn horn poking out of her little head.

She looks absolutely adorable, and you can't help but burst into a small giggle and clasp your hands together when she spots you and her babbles increase in volume, her little hands reaching towards you.

Harry sighs rather dramatically and turns begrudgingly away from his phone to look at you and you tilt your head in interest, eyebrows raised at him.

His brow furrows as he glances at you, still standing on top of the bed much like a toddler, "What's so funny?"

You bite your lip, glancing back at your daughter who has now preoccupied herself with suckling on her chubby little fingers before you respond, "Harry, our daughter is wearing a unicorn hat.."

Harry glances down at his baby with a fond smile, dimples popping before he responds, "Looks cute, doesn't she? Found it a' this little shop the other day."

"It's very cute, yes," you respond, no longer being able to restrain yourself as you take a couple of steps forward to scoop your baby up into your arms.

"Hi, baby, what's daddy got you into hmmm? I left you alone for just a second didn't I?" you hum, peppering kisses onto her chubby cheek as she squeals and buries her face into your neck.

Harry bounces down onto the bed and settles next to you as you lean against the edge.

"Didn't want t'sit still fo' daddy, did yeh? Mumma's girl yeh are..." he mumbles to your daughter as she looks up at him with identical green eyes of his own.

"Maybe it's cause she knows her daddy's fashion choice is odd.." you chide, nudging him with your shoulder.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs at that, dropping his phone to the side and opening his arms as your daughter reaches for him, "S'enough out of yeh, love. M'dressing up my little girl, aren't I?"

He brushes a hand over the top of your daughters head, moving when she bucks in his hold and the unicorn horn almost pokes him in the face. She giggles and presses her hand against his cheek and he turns his mouth, peppering quick kisses to it, "Do yeh agree, little one? S'enough out of yeh mumma hmm? See, pet, she likes the hat."

You shake your head as you pick up his phone and unlock it, swiping through the plethora of pictures he's taken.

The sound of kissing and accompanied giggles comes to a stop as he leans over your shoulder and glances down, "Any good ones?"

You bite the inside of your cheek and keep scrolling until you comes across it, "This one!"

"S'perfect. Post it fo' me, will yeh?" he asks as he lowers your daughter to lay down on his legs, burying his face into her little tummy and blowing raspberries as she squeals.

You do, and can't help but smirk at your choice of caption before you lock the phone and set it aside to be with your family.

'Had a bit of a magical morning with this one x'