hariana drabbles

046

– He Held the World Upon a Dream (pt. 1/2)

Prompt: Inspired by "She" by Harry Styles
6.2k+: single!dad Harry, single!mom Ariana
Summary: In a quaint cul-de-sac somewhere in London, Harry lives peacefully with his six-year-old son, Teddy and his four-year-old daughter Bambi in an apartment fit for the three Styles'. With his attention divided between his music career and raising Teddy and Bambi, Harry's hardly had the time to date, much to the disbelief of his band mates and friends who've worked themselves to exhaustion trying to find Harry someone he can settle down with. Harry loved to say that 'in the six years I've been a father I've needed to settle with no one else but my babies," and he'd also love to say that he's never thought about it. In fact, he'd done a pretty good job not really thinking about love and all its decorum and flaws, until he heard her voice. Suddenly, she was all he could think about.
Warning(s): pure fluff

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"Bambi, wake up," Harry gently poked the sides of his sleeping toddler, earning a low whine of annoyance from the four-year-old as she raised her Star-Wars themed blanket and hid herself under to avoid him. "Teddy first," his youngest mumbled, referring to Theodore, her older brother by two years. There's a precious twang in how she speaks, reflecting her young age which makes Harry's heart soar a little.

"M'already awake Bambi. C'mon get up, daddy made chocolate chip waffles and I want some," Teddy spoke from the doorway with crossed arms as Bambi suddenly pushed her blanket off herself, sitting up straight, which made Harry lean back quickly to avoid injury.

"Choc-o-late waffles?" Bambi gasped. "But it's Tuesday?"

"I know, baby. Know you've been a little sad lately since we moved away from your friends at your old school, so it's my treat," Harry explained as he smoothed his hand over her unruly curls.

"But, are we having waffles on Friday?" Bambi asked slowly, now finding interest in the sun shining through the curtains.

"Of course angel, like always," Harry assured her.

"Can have waffles right now..."

"Teddy," Harry turned to his son who didn't seem to be phased by his father hearing what he'd muttered under his breath.

Harry had set out Bambi's outfit for the day the night before. It had begun to be rather dreary in London; grey skies and dry air. Teddy was already ready, so the pair left Bambi's room to let her get dressed while they made their way down to the kitchen. As they put out three plates of waffles on the dining table, the quiet pitter-patter of tiny feet could be heard as Bambi entered through the corridor. Harry helped his kids into their seats, rolling up the sleeves of their jumpers before joining them to eat.

"Daddy?" Bambi's small voice spoke through a bite of waffles.

"Swallow first angel, remember manners" Harry gestured for her to do so, which took a minute since she'd taken quite a large bite.

"Daddy?" Bambi asked again.

"Yes, my love?" Harry chirped with the same enthusiasm.

"Can you braid my hair after?"

"Sure baby. You didn't like the space buns I did on you yesterday?"

"I like it, but Luna has braids and I like her."

"Ohhh," Harry nodded understandingly, "is this the same Luna who is in your reading buddy group?"

"Yeah, she's my friend," Bambi smiled.

"See, Bambi, moving can be scary, but you'll get to meet all kinds of people and make new friends and make new memories. And it doesn't mean you have to forget your old friends, you're just gaining more; the more the merrier."