Harry Styles Imagines

nobody compares

Description - you and Harry are attending your daughters first hockey game, of the season, and it gets a bit intense

You were currently making breakfast for your daughter, Kiana, as she got herself dressed upstairs. It was your daughters first hockey game of the season, and she was really nervous. Kiana was amazingly talented at playing hockey so you knew she had nothing to worry about. Harry had introduced Kiana to hockey after she'd told you she was being bullied in school. Harry showed it, to her, as a mechanism for laying off steam and letting go of any built up anger. Harry had made sure to sternly talk to the head teacher about the bullying situation, to which Kiana told you had now stopped.

Harry was also in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee, to wake himself up a bit. You were in the midst of chopping up a banana, to add to a bowl of porridge, when Harry came up behind you and slid his warm arms around your waist. "What do you want Styles?" You ask, knowing that whenever he normally holds you this way he wants something.

"Surprisingly, nothing." He whispered into your neck after kissing you there a couple of times. " Just so happy my life turned out this way. " You happily sighed into his loving embrace, even though his words were very cheesy for this time of the morning.

You finished preparing Kiana's breakfast and placed the bowl down on the kitchen island. Harry sat down on the bar still next to where Kiana would be sitting. You made your way to the kitchen door to shout for your daughter. "Ki!! Breakfast!" You called for her, to which she responded she'd be there in a few minutes. You grabbed the cup of coffee Harry had made for you and stood across the kitchen island from him. "I hope she wins today." You told him, knowing that losing the game would knock her confidence.

" I know she will. " Harry told you, knowing how worried you were. "She's the best one on the team by far. Still don't understand how she's not made it to be captain yet." Harry rolled his eyes out of annoyance of Kiana's hockey coach.

Kiana walks in the room, with all her kit on and hair tied up into a ponytail. "There's my hockey superstar!" You mumble as you take another sip of your hot drink. Kiana laughs at you, but she genuinely appreciates both of your support at heart. She goes to sit next to Harry and he gives her a kiss on the forehead, before standing up to take his empty mug to the sink. You lean over the kitchen island as you watch her eat. "Excited for today sweetheart? Or are you nervous?" You asked her.

She swallows a mouthful of food before responding. "I mean I'm super excited to be able to get back out on the field, but I can't help but feel like something's going to go wrong. You know? Probably because I'm gonna mess up, again." She sadly answers, referring to the time she missed the goal which could've won them a game. You give her a sad smile, but don't say anything to her as you know Harry would be giving her a pep-talk within no time.

As you suspected, Harry is instantly sat back on the stool, next to Kiana, giving her a stern look. "Kiana Styles. You are not going to mess up. Heck, you're the most talented player on your team! Nobody compares to you, my love. Just because one time you missed a goal, when you were feeling under the weather by the way, does not mean you are going to fail this time. If you don't win, you don't win. It's the first game of the season, hunny, so you've got to give it some time to get back in the swing of things. If anyone gives you shit, for your hockey playing, you send them to me okay? I'll show them who they're messing with if they mess with my baby. " Harry stated. You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being, because in reality Harry is a princess and would never intentionally harm someone. He did, however, make Kiana laugh; making her feel better. He gave her another kiss on her forehead as you went to wash your empty mug in the bowl of hot, soapy water.

As you finish washing some dishes you see Kiana appear beside you. She hands you her empty breakfast bowl. "Thanks mum." She says and kisses your cheek. You placed the bowl in the water and begin to wash it.