Harry Styles Darcy Imagines Part Two

Last Day Being Fifteen

"Darcy, my love, you're going to be late if you don't come down right now." Harry called up the stairs to our beautiful 15 year old. Tomorrow is her birthday. She's growing up so fast.

"I'm coming." She yelled from her room.

Harry huffed, walking back in the kitchen to me. "I can't believe her birthday is tomorrow." He pouted. "She's getting too big."

"I know." I bit my lip. "We're not having anymore." I pointed a finger at him, recognizing that look on his face. I've seen it so many times before. We have 5 kids- technically four.

Darcy is 15, Edward is 13, Ethan is almost 12, Juliet- who sadly passed away before she was born would have also been almost 12, and Ava, our very hyperactive 4 year old. Ava definitely keeps us on our toes which is a good thing because I don't exactly look 21 anymore. Birthing four kids has took a toll on my body.

"I wasn't going to ask." He held up his hands in defense. "But you know I wouldn't mind." He smirked.

"Harry, we're almost 40." I stated.

"We're 38."

"Still... I'm not getting any younger." I said.

"You look like you're getting younger." He smirked, coming closer to me to kiss my cheek.

"Are you just being extra nice this morning so I can do something for you later?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I can't sweet talk my wife? You know I love you." He leaned back down to kiss me again but we were interrupted by a tiny shriek.

"Daddy!" Ava tugged on Harry's pants leg. "No kissing mummy."

"Why not?" Harry lifted her up and placed a kiss to her chubby cheek. "Mummy is my best friend, sweetheart."

"So I can kiss my best friend too? I didn't know I can kiss girls." She tilted her head at Harry.

"Well, girls can kiss girls." Harry explained. "But you won't be kissing anyone until you're at least 35."

"I can only count to twenty daddy." She pouted.

"Good, we have a lot of time then." Harry smirked, setting her down at her chair at the dinning room table. "Eat your cereal then I'll take you to daycare, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled, happily eating her bowl of Lucky Charms that Harry made for her.

"Now where were we?" Harry smirked, walking back over to me just as Darcy came downstairs.

"Gross, can I not throw up before I even eat today?" Darcy cringed.

Harry leaned in to kiss me anyways, earning many groans from our children. "Nice of you to finally join us." Harry said. "Did sleeping beauty have trouble getting up this morning?" He teased gently before kissing her forehead.

"I was deciding what to wear. It's my last day being 15 but then I realized that I didn't care." She shrugged, tying the strings of her sweatshirt- well, technically it's Harry's, she just stole it from him.

"Well, I left the cereal and milk out for you, put it away when you're done." I said, heading upstairs to get all of the laundry that the kids let pile up in the laundry room.

"Wait, mum! Where are my cleats?" Edward asked.

"By the door." I said.

"And my windbreaker?" He asked.

"On the chair."

"Did you get the stain off?" He asked.

"Yes."