Harry imagines

Miss you so much

This was based on a tiktok awhile back, I hope you liked this idea of being in the perspective of Harry's beloved daughter. Her life isn't easy, with having a famous father touring.

TW: little angst, sad blurb daughter! Reader, missing Dad! Harry

Word count: 1359

It wasn't easy being the daughter of the most famous male pop star. The constant tours and the endless meetings he'd had to go through.

When your father was the worlds upcoming pop-star, life wasn't always easy with your dad leaving. Coming home only a few days only to pack and head back on the plane. Harry always was attending meeting about his brand pleasing or coming up with show ideas with his band.

You had no idea how your mother did anything when she was dating your father, but you didn't know what it was like because you rarely asked your mom about your dad when he was away.

The sunset coral and pink gleamed through your sheer white curtains, mothers infamous, dinner of fish and chips coming from downstairs.

My hazel eyes heavy, as I rarely got sleep expecting a text or a call from my dad at various hours of the day because of tour locations.

I swiped up out of tiktok when I had seen various fans posting their tour experience, my dad always the kind man, waving and pulling both his hands out and mouthing a "thank you, bye." as he would exit the stage.

I opened my messages to see if my dad had already sent me a text to was texting me, no reply, no new text message. Nothing.

0 new messages

I sighed as I felt my heart break even more, tears wanting to spill since it was always me and my mother who had to go endless amounts of days, months, without seeing the man we both adored and loved.

"I expected as much. Dad is probably washing up and going to bed or something." I huffed as i got up, grabbing my pink fuzzy socks my mum got me for my birthday a month ago.

My feet were meet the cool floor as I was jumping around my room to put them on. My black joggers falling over the material of them naturally. My dads fine line tee hugged my body, almost like he was here giving me a hug.

I looked in the standing mirror next to my bed and noticed how awful my eye bags were. So purple and puffy from lack of sleep. "I should really sleep more." I mumbled to myself as I rubbed my eyes.

I ran my hands across my wooden bookshelf where it held countless pictures of me and my dad throughout the years. My eye caught the first picture, me and my dad when I was born, my mum was so tired that night but I was gifted with two very loving and charming parents.

Going back to my bed I got my phone and opened up my camera roll, opening the album called "Dad 🤍" immediately opening to show pictures of me when I was a baby and when I was in his Kiwi music video. He was so proud of me wanting to be in his video, he made me my own exact suit. (I still have it hung up so my daughter can wear it someday.)

My phone chimed as I had gotten a message, my face lit up as bright as I wished it were my dad texting me saying he was on his way home, only to be disappointed when it read-

My phone dinged* once I closed out of my camera roll. A small smile did I g his way on my face as my dad texted me, this causing my smile to disappear as fast as it appeared.  I was disappointed, I thought dad would be coming home and not adding two more tour stops before coming home.

Dad 🤍

Hi Babygirl, I'm really sorry the tour
is going on for two more stops, I won't
be home until the 15th. I'm really
Sorry, I love you! xx

It said as you replied with a simple—

Dad 🤍

Hi Babygirl, I'm really sorry the tour
is going on for two more stops, I won't
be home until the 15th. I'm really
Sorry, I love you! xx

It's okay dad, knock em' dead! I know
you came do it! 💕 I miss you and
I love you more.

I felt myself tear up, my mum knocking on the door probably receiving a much more in depth message than I. "Hey honey? Can I come in?" My mom said behind the closed door. I got up before looking at the poster of my father hangin in my room. "Love you dad, goodnight." I said softly, before letting my mother in.

"You got the message too?" I say tears threatening to spill, my mother looking at me with sad eyes, her eyes glossy too. "Yeah I did hun." She says before placing down the plate of food on my desk. " I brought you dinner." She says turning to face me, my face streaming with tears. "I know honey, I know. Your father is trying to come home, you know." She says kissing my brown hair.

I cry harder into her chest once I remember how dad used to lift me up outside in the drive way of our house and play around with me. One time he lift me upside down and walked around the house with me liek that. Mom freaking out swearing left and right if he dropped me.

"Oh honey..." my mother sobbed as she hugged me tightly. I guess she was missing dad too, it's only natural because the love they have is so pure and so sweet. He's always giving her a massage on the couch or
kissing her shoulder once in awhile while we watch new girl. They laugh at the same jokes on the tv, every time.

"Mom what, what was it like dating dad when he first went on tour?" I asked finally wanting to hear how she coped. "Hmm well..." she sniffled wiping her tears, smiling back at the times. It was just her and my dad twenty three and my mom twenty, had the time of their life.

"Your dad would call me every night, each night the same, but being away from your father was hard for me, especially when you go so long without each other." She giggled as I wrinkled my nose in discomfort.

"What? It's natural." She shrugs as she continues on. "Seriously it was hard without Harry home in our flat, your dad would always pick me up a biscuit and a coffee." She said smiling as she gazed at the fine line poster of her love, my father, our rock.

"Dad cares about you a lot mom." I said comforting her once I noticed her stop talking. "I know he does honey, but he does for you too." She says kissing my cheek.

Our hands naturally resting on the neck leaves he gave us, my moms being a H in gold and mine a silver little paper airplane. "Do you want to watch a movie with me?" My mom asked as she got off my bed to go and grab the popcorn and sodas. "Yeah, I'd love to mom." I said as she smiled and went on ahead telling me to choose the movie.

We needed up laughing while watching 10 days to lose a guy, and other cringey chick flicks I slowly learned my dad's horrible favorites were the notebook, love actually and titanic.

Me and my mom completely missing when both our phones were called by my dad. Leaving his message to go to voice mail. My mom ended up sleeping in my room, her glasses put on my bedside table as her arm hugged me to her. Something she's always done to me since I was a little girl.

I was always a daddies girl, but most importantly a mamas girl. She was my support whenever my dad was away on tour, love on tour.