Harry Styles Imagines

33. Niece

The 3 year old with the blue polka dot dress cowered behind your exposed legs, biting on her thumb. "Baby don't do that." You lightly scolded her, turning your head to see her.

She whined lightly under a shaky breath before letting go of her red thumb and placing the slobbery finger at the back of your leg to hold onto.

Your gaze fell onto the crouched male in front of you, your sweet boyfriend of 8 months, Harry. "Hello, who's this?" He playfully, squatting low to peak a view at the little girl with pigtails in her hair.

"This is Molly Moo." You cooed back her nickname to encourage to come from behind you. The girl just smiled weakly before dipping her head from behind you.

"Hello, Miss Molly Moo. I'm Harry." He introduced himself, shuffling forward to reach his hand out. "Go on, Molls." You whispered encouragingly, causing the little girl to giggle and step to the side cautiously.

"Awe there she is!" Harry teased, smiling sweetly. "What's your name, Missy?" He asked again, hoping she'd open up. "Molly Moo!" Your niece replied, perfectly.

You bit your lip and cooed over the sweet moment as Molly took her baby brogues to step slowly towards Harry to take ahold of his larger hand. "Awe, what a pretty name for a princess." Harry winked causing Molly to giggle, show her growth of teeth and the run into his arms.

"Awe!" You hummed as Harry let out an over-exaggerated 'oof' as the toddler cuddled into him. Harry peered up to you, you poured with your bottom lip to show your content and sheer joy. Harry just smiled wider than you had seen in a while before rubbing her petite back and focusing back on his new family member.

"I guess she approves of you, Harry." Your brother, Mollys father, said from the green sofa, chuckling. "I guess so." Harry mumbled. That was the moment you realised Harry was the one, and he was the one you wanted to be father of your children.

Dedicated to -anxieteh , xxx