Little [Harry Styles]

[52]

9th December 2015

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I sighed contently to myself as I blinked the sleep away from my mind. It was still dark outside, but the sun didn't rise until what felt like mid-morning during the cold months, so it didn't mean much.

The house was silent except for the soft breathing of Harry and Isabella in the bed beside me. She'd ended up in our bed practically every night since we'd got home because every time she even looked in Harry's direction, and batted her little eyelashes, he melted like a stick of butter in the sun.

I'd listen in amusement to him when she cried in the night, staring into the darkness with the corners of my lips turned upwards before he'd undoubtedly return to the bedroom, a half-asleep expression on his face and a smug child in his arms.

"How exactly am I supposed to say no to her when she's looking at me like that." He'd mumble as he pulled the covers back and put her down, before getting in beside her and encouraging her to lie down.

The extent to which she had his wrapped around her finger wasn't even funny anymore, all she had to do was look at him.

The two of them were sound asleep in the depths of the winter morning, with strands of their dark hair stuck to their foreheads as Harry's arm stayed wrapped around Isabella's frame, and her hand gripping onto the necklace he never took off. I shifted onto my side to face them better, thankful that this bed was so big and that we all had enough room to get half a decent night's sleep, and suppressed the urge to take a photo of the moment.

I carefully lifted my hand and smoothed the hair out of Isabella's eyes; it was getting pretty long in the front now which meant the time for her first haircut would be sooner rather than later. I'm not sure why the thought of cutting her hair filled me with such dread, but it did. She wasn't my little baby anymore and even thinking of the fact alone made me want to burst into tears, I couldn't quite believe how the time had flown passed to where she was her own tiny person with her own tiny personality.

It had been a rough few days trying to get back on the right time zone, it had consisted mostly of Isabella deciding 2am was a normal time to wake up. I think we'd mostly cracked it by now though, although the fact it was well past eight and the two of them were still flat out made me question it.

My parents were babysitting Isabella tonight, Harry had something to do with a pre-recorded Christmas performance and myself and Nora had a night out planned. It was typical that the one night out I'd planned fell on a day that Harry was working for most of the evening and night.

Harry let out a throaty groan from beside me, making me tilt my head upwards as his eyes opened and he blinked a few times as he woke up.

"Morning." I whispered with a soft smile as he pushed his hair from his face whilst keeping his body still as to not wake Isabella.

"What time is it?"

"Almost nine, you looked like you could do with the sleep."

"Mhm, no kidding." He breathed whilst rubbing his face with the hand that wasn't underneath Isabella. "Who would've thought having a baby was so damn exhausting."

I hummed in agreement, but also knowing neither of us would have it any other way. She looked like butter wouldn't melt with her mouth slightly agape and soft snores that matched those that were coming from Harry's lips merely ten minutes before. 

"Do you want a coffee?"

***

"Good evening Styles!" I laughed, covering the bottom of my phone to mask the noise from the bar. "How can I help you."