Harry Styles Oneshots

Seven Hours [Dadrry] 🍒

Y/N and Harry finally have some time to themselves.

Warnings: kissing, teasing, swearing, smut; dirty talk, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex

WC: 7.1k

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Neya bounces on her toes, fingers clinging to the edge of the kitchen counter as she looks over it, eyes as wide as saucers when she notices her mother packing away two Fredo chocolates in her lunch box. Her eyes meet Y/N's as she presses a finger to her lips, winking at the young child, and Neya's smile grows twice as wide. 

"Neya, baby. Are you ready?" The sound of Harry's voice from the other room has them both quickly closing her lunchbox and giggling softly between them both. Neya thinks Y/N sneakily put chocolate in her lunchbox without Harry knowing, but Harry always knows. 

It's not like he doesn't allow the seven-year-old sweet goods, because he does, but only in moderation and Y/N often gets a little frustrated about his strict parenting when it comes to Neya's diet. A bar of chocolate here and there isn't going to harm the young girl, but Harry begs to differ. 

"Ready, Daddy!"  

It's Neya's first school trip and while Y/N and Harry have both been sharing the overwhelming amount of anxiety on the situation -- of letting their baby go off with her school for an entire day where they're a two-hour drive away from her.

Though just last week, Harry had come to the realisation of a fascinating revelation for the both of them that's had them both eager and lighter about the idea of her going off on a school trip. 

"Sure? Got your lunchbox? Your juice? D'ya have Mr Snuffles?" The girl nods her head vigorously at each of his checks. The stuffed pig's tucked under her arm and Y/N doesn't think she'll ever get used to how adorable her baby looks in her school uniform -- a white polo top with a purple jumper and a pair of grey school trousers.

God, she's cute. 

Neya's been overly excited for the school trip since she took in her consent form three weeks ago. She's an adventurous little soul, loves the unknown, and it's something that's always boggled Harry and Y/N's brains.

She loves to be fierce and try new things on her own and yet, they can't remember the last time she slept a full night without coming to them and sharing their bed until morning. 

She's not clingy, though. No. Neya quite enjoys her space and only really offers much affection when she needs it. She just so happens to need said affection every night when Harry is about to go down on his wife, or she's about to ride him. Neya has her timing, and Harry thinks she gets it from her grandmother.

Even as teenagers, Anne was the one who was accidentally interrupting them both. 

"Right, come and give me a big cuddle." Y/N crouches down to her girls level, arms open wide as Neya toddles into them to squeeze her mother.

"Have fun, be good, and listen to Miss Jones, okay? No wandering off. And if you want to come home, we can come and pick you up, okay?" Y/N reminds her, going through everything she and Harry had agreed when they signed her permission form.

They don't have any doubts about the teachers in Neya's school, but rather the doubts about the world around them and how oblivious Neya can sometimes be. She's just like her father -- chooses to see the good in people and often forgets about the dangers around her when she has something else on her mind. 

Neya nods her head and pulls away to give Y/N a fat smack of a kiss to her cheek.

"Bye, Mummy. Love you."