Harry Styles Imagines

Boys, Girls, Same Difference

"Request: The kids are older and Harry or you catch one of the boys with a girl in their room and your reaction is your mad and you ask Harry to talk to him but Harry is kind of proud of his son, if that makes sense, and yeah. I'm not quite sure how to end that. Thanks! Lots of love. Xx Taylor"

It was a long day. An extremely, long day, and it was only lunch time, and that was the reason you decided to finish early. All you wanted - more than anything - was to just cuddle up with your husband on the sofa, and watch a movie and then go to bed, a foot massage thrown in the mix somewhere.

Fourteen year old Micah was going through his 'rebellious' stage, and you hated it. He was your baby, he was your youngest out of your brood of children, and you hated that he got a thrill from defying you and Harry.

Sixteen year old Ella couldn't have been more easygoing. She clearly had been blessed with her father's nature, and you were happy about that. She had a boyfriend, much to Harry's disappointment, but you could see how much they cared for each other, and that was all you asked for.

Eighteen year old Mason had moved out, and was currently living in an apartment in downtown London with his best friend that Harry had found for them. Family dinners on a Sunday never went forgotten though, and he was always there.

Twenty year old Emilia was in a serious relationship with a boy called Noah, and you and Harry both loved him. Though Harry didn't like to admit that his baby girl had found her soulmate, you knew he knew it. And you knew soon enough, there would be a wedding on the cards.

You climbed into your car, turning the engine on, sighing happily at the cold air that started to blast through the car thanks to the AC. You plugged your phone in, before texting Harry that you were leaving work, and would be home in ten minutes. You received a quick reply telling you he was just leaving the studio and would be in around the same time.

You decided - 9 years ago - once all of the kids had started school and you were alone during the day, that you would get a job just to get you out of the house, and thankfully, you walked straight back into the secretary job at the law firm you had before Emilia was conceived. As soon as you found out you were pregnant, Harry had managed to talk you into being a stay at home mum, and you were happy he did, because it was your time to spend with your baby while he worked. Now at 44, you were approaching retirement age quickly, and though Harry would always tell you that you looked just like you did when you were 30, but you knew he was just complimenting you to make you feel better about your first wrinkle you had found on your forehead. And though you weren't unhappy with the way you looked, you just wished you were 33 again, with a seven, four, two year old and newborn to look after.

You pulled up to the house, the exact same time as Harry, laughing at him as you pulled in before him, his car following yours as you waved, seeing him wave back as you looked into the rear view mirror. It was a holiday for schools, which meant Ella and Micah were left in on their own, which was no problem as you lived in a gated community, and you had no doubt that they would leave the house.

You got out of your car, wincing at the heels on your feet, Harry walking over to pull you in for a hug. "Hello, my love. How was work?" He asked before pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Long," you sighed, dropping your head to his shoulder. "I just want to relax with a movie, cuddled with you," you smiled. "And to get these shoes off," you said, looking down at your shoes that you loved, but were uncomfortable.

"Let's get in then, I'll give you a foot massage and make dinner, and then we can cuddle on the sofa, yeah?" You nodded, taking his outstretched hand, as you both entered the house, instantly removing your shoes, moaning as your sore, cramped feet hit the cold marble of the floor. Harry kicked off his boots, before popping his head around the living room door frame.

"Hi, sweet pea. How was your day?" Harry said to Ella.

"It was ok, I've slept most of the day, I still feel icky," she said, and you popped your head around underneath Harry's to see her laying on the sofa, her duvet wrapped tightly around her.

"Hi, love. You've been taking the medicine I left for you?" You asked her, and she nodded.

"I'll start dinner, you check on Micah and change into something more comfortable?" He gestured to your pencil skirt and blouse, smirking as his eyes lingered a little longer on your bum and boobs. You nodded at Harry's words, before making your way to climb the stairs. You walked upstairs - deciding to change into a pair of leggings and one of your husband's oversized jumpers - first, before making your way into your son's room, to find him laying in bed, a young girl attached to his lips.

"Micah!" You said, drawing in a breath, him pulling away and sitting up quickly. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave," you said to the young girl, who nodded before climbing off of the bed, and making her way downstairs, leaving the house. "I have no idea what to say to you right now," you said before closing his bedroom, and making your way downstairs.

"Who left?" Harry asked as you walked into the kitchen.

"Micah's 'girlfriend'. I think you need to talk to him, Harry. He's lying on his bed making out with that girl, we told them no friends over before we left this morning," you said. Harry shrugging his shoulders.

"He's a teenager, babe. Boys will be boys," Harry smiled as though being proud of his son. Your eyebrows furrowed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Are you kidding me right now?" You asked, scoffing at your husband who was smiling, his smile soon falling once he realized you weren't happy.

"What, he's a teenage boy! Of course he's going to start to gain an interest in girls," Harry said seriously.

"So if you caught Emilia or Ella in bed with a boy - making out - when they were fourteen you'd be ok with it?" You questioned, your eyebrows raised. Harry's face fell and paled as he shook his head. "Exactly! So why is it any different with Micah?" You asked.

"It just is! He's a boy!" You scoffed throwing your hands up in the air.

"It's no different! Boys, girls, same difference! They're both our children and you're making differences between them!" You shouted.

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry, I'll talk to him. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he whispered and you nodded, before he made his way upstairs.

Ten minutes later, Micah came downstairs, Harry hot on his heels, with an ashamed look on his face.

"Mumma?" You looked to your fourteen year old son and smiled small. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to disappoint you. I don't know what's gotten into me lately," he whispered and you nodded, opening your arms, smiling as he walked into them.

"You're my baby, you're not old enough to be kissing girls, you can't be," you chuckled wrapping your arms around him.

"I'm fourteen, mum," he groaned. But you knew he loved that in your head, he was still a little boy, and you were still majorly protective of him.

"I know, but no matter how old you get, you'll always be my baby," you whispered and he nodded into your neck.

"I love you, Mumma."

"I love you too, baby boy. I love you too."

"But in seriousness Micah, you can't be sneaking girls in here, ok? Especially when Mum and I tell you and Ella no friends! That was not a good thing to do!" Harry said and Micah nodded.

Emilia wasn't aloud boys into her room until she was 18, and so the same will go for Ella and Micah. Because you'd never make differences between your kids, and you knew now after bringing it up to Harry, he wouldn't either.