𝓐𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝓨𝐨𝐮 | single dad harry styles.

𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔

𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 23
𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 6

Three gentle knocks on his bedroom door awoke him.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

The twenty three year old man groaned, and buried his face deeper into the pillow supporting his head,

The knocking continued, and that was when the man slowly blinked his eyes open, letting them adjust to the room he was in.

The door slowly pushed open, and that was when I threw the duvet off of my body, my shirtless body standing up and turning the lap on simultaneously, my eyes landing on the small girl stood in the threshold of his bedroom door.

River, was stood there, 'Harry The Bunny' tucked safely under her arm as her baby blanket was supported in the other, her hair slightly disheveled from all the tossing and turning she had been doing in her bed.

"Hey pickle"Harry addressed her, crouching down so he was at her level and could look her in the eyes. "— is everything okay? Why are you not asleep?"

The six year old fell forward into her fathers arms, wrapping an arm around his neck. "Couldn't sleep, daddy, but m'so tired"

Harry tried not to laugh at her dramatics, knowing that ever since she was born there had not been a week that went by without his evening sleep getting disrupted. "Why don't we snuggle in daddy's bed and try and get some shut eye? How does that sound?"

"I can't daddy, I can't sleep 'member" she reprimanded him, Harry feeling her head shake against his clavicle.

"Okay"Harry nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, before a light bulb suddenly went off in his head. "—Would you like to take a little late night drive with daddy? When you were little it would always get you to sleep"

It was true.

When River was one, possibly even younger, she would always be unsettled during the night, crying whenever Harry would try and place her in her crib, and so would reverse the car out of the garage, and take his little pickle on a late night drive around the neighbouring streets, hoping the street lights would get her doze off.

And it always did.

She nodded against his shoulder once again, and that was all it took for Harry to walk over to the bed, placing her atop of the mattress, and slip on the shirt he had taken off before bed, slipping it over his body.

She clutched her bunny to her chest the whole time, as he picked her up once again, making his way out of the room, walking down the stairs and picking his keys up from the bowl situated by the front door.

Harry then opened the front door, the cold air hitting both of there faces as he made his way over to the black Range Rover parked in the driveway, his Ferrari and Roles Royce parked in the garage.

He used the key to open the car, pulling open the door and placing her into the car seat, the six year old laying her head down against the head rest of the child's seat.

Harry pressed another kiss to her head, before shutting the door behind him and climbing into the drivers seat, seatbelt going across him and he pressed the keys into the ignition and turned them.

The streets of London were empty.

Harry had decided to take the car round the streets by there townhouse, the street lights illuminating the empty streets. Well what did he expect for two thirty seven in the morning.

Soft music radiated from the radio, humming aloud.

Harry had been driving for about fifteen minutes now, and his daughter had not said a word since he pulled out of the driveway, and as Harry looked up at her petit body through the rear view mirror hung above his head, he couldn't help but let a smile take over his features.

There she was, his sweet girl fast asleep in the back of the car, her thumb in her mouth and the blanket Harry had tucked over her brought up to her chin, a strand of brown curls falling in-front of her face.

It seems as though the late night drives still did the trick.