Little [Harry Styles]

[29]

13th August 2015

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"-Harry Styles beat Louis Tomlinson to it! That star confirmed rumours yesterday on social media that he does in fact have a baby! rumours have been floating around social media since the star was photographed with ex-lover Marnie Richards in-"

I groaned, reaching forward and turning the radio off, leaving the car in silence as I pulled up to the gates of Harry's house and typed in the code so they would open. I'd only been gone an hour at the shops to pick up some groceries and I'd heard my name on the radio far more times than I would've liked.

I grabbed the shopping bags from the back of the car and struggled my way to the front door, fully regretting buying four bottles of different juices as my arms ached from the weight of the bags. Eventually, I managed to unlock the front door and step into the house.

"Harry! Can you come and help with the bags?" I shouted, my calls falling on deaf ears as I heard music playing loudly from the kitchen.

I let out a huff as I shut the door behind me with my foot and reminded myself to lock the car once I'd dropped the bags.

The music volume only increased as I got closer to the kitchen, the melody to 'She moves in her own way' ringing through the house. As I approached the open door of the kitchen, I couldn't stop the smile from breaking out across my face.

Harry was stood shirtless in the kitchen facing the cooker with Isabella in one arm. He held a wooden spook in the other hand, the spoon end pointed upwards towards his mouth as he sang along to the words of the song playing through the speakers. There was a pan on the stove containing something I could only smell that Harry would stir periodically to prevent it from burning.

Isabella was laughing hysterically as Harry danced around in time to the music, her small body bouncing to the beat as he moved. I stayed in the door for a second, placing the heavy bags of shopping on the floor as quietly as possible to remain undetected. Harry continued singing the lyrics into the wooden spoon, every so often offering the 'microphone' to Isabella who just leaned forward and spoke gibberish into it before laughing at herself.

The scene was enough to warm a stone-cold heart.

The song was beginning to come to an end when Harry spun round in time to the music, stopping suddenly and jumping out of shock when he saw me stood in the doorway.

"Oh...sh-" He stopped himself quickly upon realising that Isabella was right there.  "I didn't even hear you come in."

"I know." I grinned, moving towards the island and lifting the bags up. "You were far too busy."

He laughed as he picked up his phone and turned down the volume of the speakers and shifted Isabella to his other hip while turning down the stove.

"What're you cooking?"

"We're baking, we're going to make brownies." He said, dipping his finger in now what I knew was melted chocolate and offering it to my lips, to which I took happily. "Did you buy me anything?"

He used his free hand to peer into one of the three bags I'd hauled onto the counter as I unpacked another.

"Ooh, ice cream!"

I turned around to find Harry with one of the tubs of ice cream in his hand, his eyes squinting as he read the flavour.

"That one's mine, hands off." I took the tub from him before digging my hand into the bag again and pulling out another tub and handing it to him. "This one's yours, chocolate swirl."