HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Hands off HS

Here's that OS I promised...Lil bit of Husband Harry, jelly harry, protective Harry and honest-cute Harry. basically every (fictional) Harry I a whore for SOO, let's go. buckle up, Issa long one, but please please bear with me I am kinda proud... also it's not proofread, my lazy ass just never does it right away. Expect typos and Happy reading - all my loveeee Nica xx

"Mommy can we leave already?" Allie whined softly, tugging at my arm. I gave her a quick smile, nodding softly before I turned back to the mirror. "Every minute baby. Is Nannie Jamila here already?" Allie shook her head. "No. What are you doing?" I stopped applying my lipstick for a second to show her and she sighed. "But daddy doesn't like red." I frowned softly. Sure, Allie was a woke kid with her four years, but her going in that direction after seeing me apply red lipstick was weird. "What? Why?" she threw me a rebuking look, shaking her head. "Because he always got marks from it. When you kissed his cheek, you know. So you could never kiss him." She explained as if it would be the most obvious thing in the world. "Maybe that's a good thing now, you know Allie." I mumbled softly, gulping harsh. She was right, Harry had always complained about the lipstick marks and how he wasn't able to kiss me properly now. And I would've laughed it off with a cheeky wink if only Harry would've told me that now. But he hadn't, never again probably. Because Harry and I split, about three months ago. Due to Harry's busy schedule he had decided to end terms. He had done it very politely and in full honestly, promising me to still keep close contact. The last part had then successfully wrecked me in the end, because seeing him and having him around hurt more than if he would just have disappeared after the split. And he never seemed as devastated over us as I was (which was to expect since he was the one ending the relationship) but it still stung. The day he then had moved out had been like hell and I had left Allie with her Nanny. I didn't wanted her to see me like this. But that hadn't been the worst part about the breakup itself. The worst part was, that I couldn't even be mad at him for breaking up with me. He remained to be as amazing as ever, respectful and polite and an amazing dad to Allie. Innocent Allie, who hadn't fully grasped that he was not kissing me anytime soon ever again, with or without red lipstick. Her innocent questions from time to time about when he would come home for dinner again, and why I hadn't plated for three but for two people, where a bit like slaps in the face for me...then again, she was four years old and wasn't supposed to understand all of this. Neither should she see or know about me hurting like I was. In the beginning, right after the breakup I hadn't managed it to hide it entirely from her though. But I have gotten better. At events where media was present, I could brush his presence off nonchalantly and act like I was completely fine about it. My eyes didn't teared up slightly when I saw him and I could hold steady eye contact with him – which was a thing I had struggled with. The first two weeks when he came to pick up Allie, I hadn't even managed it to look at him properly. Which again had not gone by unnoticed by him and caused him to apologise for my hurting. Which was a ridiculous thing to do, but it was just how harry was; a wonderful guy. So long story short, I wasn't over him at all, but I was at a point where Allie would never see me with red eyes again.

However, tonight we both would meet him again at a little charity event by Trekstock foundation. Trekstock works to help beat cancer through funding research and ensuring all young people have the right and relevant information to make better informed lifestyle choices. The charity raises funds and awareness through music, fashion and art collaborations and organised treks. Trekstock encourages young people to make healthier lifestyle choices and is working together with them to achieve its wish of helping prevent, diagnose, treat, and ultimately beat cancer. And since I knew that Harry has been an ambassador for Trekstock since 2013 I knew that he would come too. He had even given me a call to ask if I needed a ride and if I would bring Allie.

In this second the doorbell ringed. "Allie baby, that's Jamila . Go open the door pretty please." Allie nodded excitedly, rushing downstairs. I packed the lipstick away, showing it into my bag before throwing a last, nervous look into the mirror. I looked...good, my colours matching with Allie's little gown-situation she got going on. It was a classic tea length dress, that accentuated the waist a little bit and opened up at the bottom. The whole thing was held in a frosty red, letting the simple chain of white diamonds shine fully. It was a creation of Harry and mines mutual friend and designer Alessandro Michele, and he had insisted on creating the same (or a similar) outfit for little Allie as well. Though, hers was a bit more fluffy and was more satin, so she could play and run around without creasing the fabric. Alessandro had even designed a twin chain of mine, making her look like a mini-me. "Mommy, Jamila's here! We can leave!" Allie yelled from downstairs, making me snap out of my thoughts. "I'm coming sweetheart!" I answered, making my way downstairs. Jamila, Allie's nanny had already started to help her with the shoes and jacket and looked up as she heard my heels klick on the stairs. "Good evening! Sorry for the delay, I couldn't find my clutch in the car. Thought for a second I forgot it..." she explained with an apologising smile and I waved it off. "Don't worry about it. You look good." Her cheeks heated up at my compliment and she gave me a beaming smile. "Thank you! You as well, by the way. Allie, you got a hot mom." She said jokingly and I laughed. I liked Jamila a lot, and she worked for me since Allie was two years old. Relatively young with her seventeen years that time, she had immediately sparked my interest because of her calm and mature way of treating Allie. I will probably be forever in her debt, since at the time Harry and I split up, I gave Allie to her care incredibly spontaneously and on short notice. Jamila had taken care of her for almost two days in a row, without objections and without complaining. In retrospect, she had not even wanted to accept payment at first. Even later, after Harry had already moved out, she had taken care of Allie from time to time, as a matter of course. I would never forget what she had done for me and my daughter during this time. Long story short, the curly haired Moroccan with the dark brown, almost black seeming eyes, had grown close to my heart and I liked her a lot. And tonight, she really did look beautiful, in her long, floaty gown with the golden shimmering fabric and her subtle make up. She almost looked like Allie's personal fairy, the only thing missing was a sparkling wand and wings. "Ready to go?" I asked them and grabbed the keys of my car. "We go with Audrey?" Allie immediately asked and I nodded. "Obviously. She stood in the garage for too long now." Allie cheered excitedly and skipped through the door and towards the garage. "Audrey" by the way, was my beautiful, dark grey Audi R8, my only car I owned (unlike a certain Harry Styles). When Allie was little, she misunderstood Audi for Audrey, which was why everyone around us started called my car Audrey after some time. Even Jamila adapted the thing, and knew exactly what we were talking about. "Can I sit front?" Allie asked, making big doe eyes. I laughed and shook my head. "Nope little one. Jamila and Mommy sit in the front. But you can choose the very first song if you like."