Little Harry Styles

1 - Too little

So this is my first one, I hope you enjoy it :)

"Pass it over here Ni!" Louis shouts at his brother as they are playing football in the back yard. "Get away Harry; you're just in the way!" Niall shouts angrily at the almost three year old boy who was standing in the middle of the yard. "I play?" He asks excited. "No Haz, you're too little." They two boys sigh, continuing passing the ball around.

"Okay." Harry sighs as he starts to find something else to have fun with. His papa is cooking dinner and his daddy had to do some things in town so Harry had to play on his own.

He doesn't want to play inside since he does that every day, but what can a three year old do outside alone? He smiles the biggest smile when he notices the neighbour's cat on their deck and quickly heads up the few steps to get to it.

"Hewwo kitty." He smiles, grabbing the cats' ear with his small chubby hands as an attempt to pet the poor thing. Luckily the cat was use to Harry tugging its ears and tail and dragging it around so it did not run away when Harry approaches; maybe it just wants the attention.

"I wike you." He smiles, "Are you my friend?" Harry pouts when the kitten doesn't answer him, he swears to god that the orange cat in the TV talks. "Are you shy?" Harry asks, "I shy too. In pwayschool I aways on my own." He sighs; even at home he isn't allowed to play with his brothers.

He sighs as the cat decides to head back home. Now he's alone. After a few minutes of figuring out what to do, Harry spots his little red ball on the deck. Now he can do what his big brothers are doing, so he starts kicking the ball around, running after it and kicking it again.

He was honestly enjoying himself even though he looked very lonely, he loved it. His small feet kicking the ball and running after it squealing with happiness just made Zayn's heart melt when he went to check on the boys outside.

"Having fun Harry?" Zayn chuckled.

"Yeah! Just like Lou and Ni!" Harry giggles and continues his game. "But why don't you play with Lou and Ni instead of being alone?" Zayn asks confused.

"Too littwle." Harry sighs. "No you're not too little; they're just not being fair. Louis, Niall!" Zayn calls, picking Harry up and carrying him to the field. "Why don't you let him play with you?"

"Because he's too little dad! We want to play real football, not just passing the ball around like a bunch of grandmas." Louis sighs dramatically.

"C'mon, let him play with you. So what if you have to kick it extra carefully, it's just ten minutes until your dad gets home and dinner is ready. After dinner Harry will go to bed and you can come back out here to play real football." Zayn lectures, setting Harry down on the grass. "Now I'm going to finish making dinner, play nice, kapeesh?"

"Fine dad." They roll their eyes as Zayn walks back inside. Harry's really happy to get to play with his big brothers, playing big boy football.

"Kick the bloody ball Harry!" Louis shouts. "Maybe we shouldn't say those words with him here." Niall points out. "Oh right... Just kick the ball" Harry attempts to kick it but it only moves a few inches. After good five minutes, the ball finally reaches Niall, Harry practically walking with the ball over the field. He begins to walk back to the other side where Louis is as Niall kicks the ball. He accidentally kicks it too hard and hits Harry's bum, sending the boy down on the ground, almost hitting his face in the grass.

This makes the little boy start wailing and his brothers are quick to help him up. "Stop crying Haz, it didn't hurt, you landed on the grass."

"Huwts." He wails, pointing to his knee, "blood?" he asks.

"Harry, there's literally nothing there, stop crying." Louis tells him. "Pooh." Harry wails pointing at his knee. "You don't need a band aid, there's nothing there." This just starts another round of tears for Harry. He rubs his eyes, trying to see through his tears. "For god's sake Harry, just walk in and let dad put a band aid on your knee." Harry continues wailing as he walks up the stairs on the deck and inside.

"Harry?" Zayn comes sprinting into the living room. He scoops the little boy into his arms to try to comfort him. He bounces him as he walks into the kitchen where Liam had taken over the pots on the stove. "Aw, why is my baby boy crying?" Liam coos, wiping the tears of Harry's face as Zayn continues to bounce him. "I falled." Harry wails.

"You fell? Does anything hurt baby?" Zayn asks, placing Harry on the counter. Harry points to his knee, which had literally nothing on it, "huwts."

"Aw." Zayn coos, "What if papa kissed it? Would it make it better?" Zayn kisses his knee. "Better?" Harry shakes his head no.

"No?"

"Pooh." Harry points at his knee.

"Someone just wants to pick a band aid to have on his knee?" Liam smirks.

"But there isn't anything there baby, not a scratch." This only sends Harry back into wailing mode. "But Hawwy falled." He wails, the big tears coming back again.

"I'm sorry baby; I'll get some Winnie the Pooh band aids." Zayn says, running to the bathroom and back in less than ten seconds. He puts the small band aid on Harry's knee and within seconds Harry stops crying and is back to giggling and smiling again.

"You just wanted the Pooh band aid didn't you?" Zayn grins, giving his little boy a kiss on the head before strapping him in his high chair. "Boo boo." Harry pouts, pointing at his knee. "Yeah, sure. You've got a boo boo." Liam chuckles before leaving the kitchen to get the other two boys that were outside.

Harry was still telling them after dinner that he had a boo boo and wanted to watch Winnie the Pooh and of course the little one got what he wanted.