HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Light of his life and a fight, HS

I AM ON HOLIDAYS WEW. means that I will probably update more often in the next two weeks, dont get used to it if it really happens😂

Moving on... Harry's a wee bit older in this one, because else he would have been like 12 years old when his daughter was born. And we are not doing that okay. 

Now, this is a little thingy for my lovely, adorable, highly cherished and appreciated @Levi312001 , I know you haven't asked for that (or anything else) and its completely random but hey... it felt right to include you somehow and say THANK YOU for your kindness and your support...you (and @LE_POTATO_LOVER ) make me happy. I hope you like this. Kissy, your Nica😘

I twisted the key in the lock, gently pushing the door to our house open. It had been a long and exhausting day at work and I was glad to finally be done over with it. "I'm home!" I called out, but no one answered me. I frowned...that was weird. By now, Darcy should be home and Harry's car was still in the garage so they weren't out together or something. 

"And you're still not supposed to do this to mom!" I suddenly heard my daughter yell and stopped dead on my tracks. What was going on? "That doesn't has to do with anything Darcy! That doesn't give you the right to beat..." I hardly ever caught Harry yelling. He was just too calm and kind to yell like that and the fact that he was yelling at Darcy, which was equal to the literal light of his life concerned me greatly. In fact, in all the many years we got blessed with little Darcy Levi Styles, he had maybe yelled at her like that three times. Once when she was ten and almost crashed our car (long story), once when she was fourteen and he caught her smoking with some seventeen to eighteen year old students from the years above (even though she was just "collecting experience" and also threw up ten minutes later in the car mentioned above, Harry had absolutely none of it) and once when she was about fifteen I believe, and knocked the camera out of a paparazzi's hand. With a baseball bat by the way, and she had called it (and my Beyoncé-adoring heart had never felt more proud) "Hot Sauce". She had obviously claimed it to be an accident and the bat had allegedly slipped from her grip, but Darcy has never been a good liar. Which was a trait she resembled her father with, Harry was terrible at it as well. Matter of fact, she resembled him not only in her character traits but also her looks. The brown curls were undeniably Harry's, and her eyes were mix of mine and Harry's with little green specks of colour. The smile and the dimples were just like his and only the arch of her lip and the brows were mine. Nose, cheekbones and even the chin was a scary copy of Harry and it amazed me every time is saw them together.

I slipped out of my shoes and coat as the yelling from what I meant came from the kitchen, continued. "Well if you wouldn't go around and so shit like that, I would have never been urged to do something like that!" Darcy yelled and I placed my purse on a little table before walking down the hallway towards the living-room/ kitchen area. "You don't bloody talk to me like that young lady!" Harry and Darcy glared at each other from across the kitchen counter, Darcy's hands were clenched and there was a vein pulsing softly on Harry's neck. Yep, he was angry. "What is going on here?" I asked into the hostile silence, just as Harry opened his mouth to snap back. both of their heads spun around to me quickly and I crossed my arms over my chest. Before anyone could reply to me, the phone ringed. Harry snapped back to Darcy, his eyes gleaming with anger. "So that will be the principal then." He spat heatedly, making my eyebrows shoot up. "Maybe, maybe it's the bitch's mother crying about me!" Darcy snapped irritated, making me gasp. "Language Darcy, please!" I pushed out, shocked walking over to the ringing telephone. What in the name of Jesus Christ was going on here, and why would that be the principal? It was however smarter if I would pick up the phone now, Harry and Darcy were too angry to muster a smart sentence. "Styles here?" I spoke calmly into the phone, greeted by a significant nasal twang I knew quite well. It was with no doubt, the principal. "Good Evening, Westminster school Grodon Fernan calling, Am I talking to Mrs Styles?" he asked and I nodded. "Yes." "Very well then. I take it you already expected the call." I frowned slightly. "Not quite sir?" he cleared his throat. "Oh...my apologies then. I am calling on behalf of your daughters violation or the schools rules this afternoon Mrs." My frown deepened and I looked at Darcy who still stood there in silence, facing the ground. "What happened?" I asked, still calm. "It appears that your daughter and her schoolfellow Ms...Abigail Carrow had participated in a physical fight at around four o'clock, right after the bell ringed." I sucked in a shocked breath. "I beg you pardon?" Guilt was written all over her face as I looked up and I threw Harry a shaken look. He just clenched his jaw. "I am sorry to tell you Mrs. There aren't any severe injuries, but witnesses reported that your daughter must have started the fight." I gulped heavily. "I-I am glad nothing happened to the other girl. What exactly does that mean now?" I asked slowly, my eyes flickering over to Darcy. I couldn't believe my sweet girl would get into a physical fight... "Since it was still happening on school property, consequences for fighting or other acts or violence are outlines in your child's students handbook. According to this handbook, we'd have to ask you for a meeting with you, your daughter and if possible Mr Styles as well. That as soon as possible. We would like to investigate what really happened before determining the punishment. What I can tell you already is, that I will probably end up in a form of detention since Ms Darcy's seems to have no prior issues and is performing well usually." I nodded with a frown. "I understand." "Would tomorrow, twelve thirty be alright with you Mrs?" I fished my phone from my pocket and checked my calendar. "Yes, that would be fine...I apologize for the circumstances Sir."