Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: where Y/N, Harry, and three-year-old, Gracie, have built the perfect life together. That is, of course, until an unknown woman accuses Harry of being the father of her unborn baby and threatens to release it to the media. Can Y/N and Harry remain strong through the ups-and-downs of fame and the rumors that come with it?
Word Count: 4.5 ish
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Sitting in her favourite rocking chair that overlooks the back garden from the balcony, a content smile sits firmly upon Y/N's mouth. Her eyes remain fixated upon her three-year-old daughter, Gracie, who assists her aunt Gemma in watering the blossoming purple flowers. Gracie's loose curls bounce against her shoulders as she prances through the yard, and her white dress is painted with dark grass stains.
Y/N can hear the sliding glass from the opening of the balcony door, which is then followed by the sound of gentle footsteps approaching her. Y/N feels the presence of someone standing behind her chair, but before she has time to identify the individual, a pair of large hands drape over her shoulders. Her eyes trail along the man's arms, starting with the black tattoos on his upper arms and descending to admire the large rings that wrap around his fingers, leaving a chill against her bare skin. His arms cross over one another to wrap around her chest, his hands loosely gripping onto her upper arms. She inhales the familiar scent from a strong cologne, and she feels the scruff of his light facial hair scratch against her cheek. He turns his head to press his soft lips against her temple, and Y/N closes her eyes at the warmth of his kiss burning against her skin.
"Hi baby," Harry greets.
Y/N's smile grows wider at the sound of his deep voice. She dips her head towards his hand, leaving her own kiss against his skin. "Good morning, love." Harry's fingers draw circles upon her arm, causing the hairs on her body to stand upright. "How was the studio?"
"Was really good," Harry answers. "We're making a lot of progress."
"I'm glad," she tells him. "Hope there's a few songs about me."
Harry smirks. "The whole damn album is about you."
Their conversation is cut short by the sound of Gracie's loud cackle. Both Y/N and Harry direct their attention to their daughter, discovering her to be sitting on the ground and laughing at her aunt Gemma, who has slipped on the damp grass and spilled the watering can over herself. Gemma curses beneath her breath, ensuring that Gracie does not hear her profanity. Gracie pulls herself onto her feet and stumbles towards the watering can, sticking her hand inside of it in an attempt to pull out the remaining water.
Harry chuckles softly. "Gracie, my darling, you can't grab onto water."
Hearing her father call out to her, Gracie follows his voice and peers up at her parents. She smiles at the sight of them, lifting her hand to wave towards her mummy and daddy. "But the flowers are thirsty, Daddy!"
