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: In which harry walks in on a sweet moment between you and your daughter.
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The first thing Harry comprehends when he wakes up is how well rested he feels.
The early morning sun is shining through his windows, warming up his sheets and brightening up his room, and the only noise breaking the serene morning silence is the sound of birds chirping from outside. It's peaceful, soothing... calm.
Wait. Calm? His mornings shouldn't be calm.
Ever since his darling little girl was born, his life has been anything but calm.
He's found that the parenting lifestyle is... strenuous, to say the least. Most nights he only gets a couple hours of sleep, usually being woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of his daughter crying, compelling him to get out of bed and sing her a sweet lullaby. Other times he's up all night, rocking her to sleep and holding her in his arms to ensure she stays asleep.
He's not complaining though! He'd take a million sleepless nights and early mornings, as long as he could hold his baby in his arms. He reckons that he never knew true happiness until he held her for the first time. She was so small, so precious. Just a bundle of joy that he and the love of his life had created.
The love of his life. Where is she?
He turns away from the window to face the side of the bed you usually sleep on... but you're not there.
Usually Harry's the one who wakes up first, the one who wakes your daughter up and prepares breakfast for the family. And on the rare occasion that you wake up first, he can usually hear you talking to your daughter in a sweet little baby voice, the smell of breakfast drifting through the air.
But the only thing that Harry can hear is silence, and the only thing that he can smell is the lavender laundry detergent on the freshly washed sheets. He has no idea where you are.
So he drags himself out of bed, sleepily blinking his eyes and pushing his curls out of his face. His fingers lazily scratch at his stomach as he makes his way to the nursery, eager to see his baby peacefully asleep. He imagines that since she hadn't made a peep throughout the night, she must be sound asleep in her crib, clutching onto her little stuffed animal and sucking on her thumb (as babies do).
But oh, oh – what he walks into is better than anything he could've ever imagined.
There you are, sleeping on the spare bed in the nursery, with your baby girl cuddled into your chest.
