Daddy's Boy [Larry AU] ☑️

UN(E)

Harry clears his throat, tears already choking him up.

"Uhm... Well m... my name is Harry Styles. I'm eight years old." His tears were so so close. He needed to get out. "And my d... my dad is an... uhm... an FBI agent..."

The whole class burst into laughter. Even now he couldn't get used to it. The humiliation. No one ever believed him. They thought he was delusional and had a mental problem. A tear made its way into the world and rolled down his cheek as the laughter dies down.

"Okay, okay. Settle down. Now Harry, let's be serious for now. All jokes aside." A few giggles were heard.

Harry looked down as more tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. He just wanted to die.

But God works in mysterious ways...

"I'd believe him if I were you."

All heads snapped to the window where a man dressed all in black and dark shades leaned on the window sill.

"I'm sorry. Who are you and what are you doing here? Wait... how did you get in?"

Harry lifted his head slowly, looking to see if his mind was not playing any tricks.

The man chuckled and and pushed off of the wall. He walked slowly towards the front of the classroom where Harry stood rooted to the ground, eyes wide and tears dried on his cheeks.

He slowly removed his shades to stare directly at Harry whose dimples made an appearance for the first time that day.

"My name? It's Styles. Christian Styles. And I'm fulfilling a promise."

He squatted right infront of Harry who couldn't stop smiling. "And for that last question? Harry?"

Harry chuckles but says, "He'll have to kill you for that type of information." And he hugged him tight.

"Thank you daddy." He whispered. "Anything and everything for daddy's boy."

Only then did they realise the claps coming from the other children. Harry giggled as Christian ruffled Harry's hair. He stood up, lifting Harry onto his back.

"As you heard from my son, I am indeed an FBI agent. I served in the war about seven years ago. And here we are."

More claps from the students and from a few parents.

A few hands shoot up.

"Ah.. yes pretty little girl with the red ponytail."

Ariana Grande giggles as she stands. "What made you fight in the war?"

"Ah! Smart girl too. Well, I guess I can't say I don't love action. And I was in the army before so I thought, hey why not fight for my country." Some approving nods from parents as children smile wide.

More hands.

"Let's see here... Harry, you choose." Harry continues smiling and adjusts himself on Christian's back.

"Ok... uhm... Michael!"

Michael Clifford, a redhead, stands up. "Uhm, hi. Ok. Is it like, hard to like join the FBI and fight a war and stuff?"

Michael's mother pulls him down harshly causing him to wince.

"Easy lady! Now Michael, I can infact tell you that joining the FBI is really challenging. You have to be dedicated to it and really push yourself to the limit. You know what, scratch that. Push yourself to the limit now kids. If you wanna be like your parents, you gotta work hard right now. You understand?"

The children nod and clap harshly as well as parents who are pleased with Christian's words.

"Do we have time for one more question?" Christian asks the teacher who nods approvingly.

"Harry?" Only one hand shoots up. Harry rolls his eyes but picks her. "Taylor."

Taylor stands up with attitude, straightens out her skirt then looks Harry in the eye.

"Are you gonna ask something or not?" Christian asks the girl who was practically radiating off hatred towards Harry. Christian put Harry down.

"Yes." She looks Christian straight in the eye with a smirk on her face. "Where's Harry's mother?"

Harry gasps and holds his mouth with his hands, desperately trying to hold back tears.

This couldn't be happening again.

"Excuse me?" Christian squinted his eyes in concentration. He was starting to hate this kid.

"Harry's mum? We never hear about her. We thought, you know, maybe she's sick or something worse and we are just like, concerned."

"Taylor! Sit down!" Niall Horan harshly whispers behind her.

"Besides, we'd like to meet her as well. You know? All our parents have been here for show and tell. I think it would be nice to know where Harry gets his..." sizes Harry up and down then looks back at Christian, "..his looks from."

Harry couldn't take it. He shoved past everyone and ran out of the classroom. Taylor and her 'posie' laughed at him as Taylor sat down.

Christian looked at Taylor and shook his head then went after Harry.

He really hated that kid!

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I hoped you like it. I'm scared at the fact that I don't have a constant tense but oh well. I hope it's still good.

I'm excited too! I hit 1000+ words! How cool am I!

I know... Not that cool. But anyway. Please tell me what you think.

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-StylesNation