Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: you and Harry's daughter isn't too sure about his new facial hair.
word count: 1.8k
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A harsh prod to your ribs startles you awake, but you're not surprised to see your three-year-old daughter standing on the carpet with wide eyes, her blankie - lovingly named Mr. Blankie - tucked securely in her arms.
"Daddy's car here yet?" Jada inquires hopefully, holding up her chubby arms so you can pick her up.
You do so, gathering her in your arms and smoothing the frizzy wisps of hair escaping from her braids. "You're up bright and early, babygirl."
She isn't deterred, however. "Daddy's car-"
"Arrives in the afternoon, sweetheart." You pat her head. "Think you can wait a bit longer?"
Jada pouts, crossing her arms. "Wanna see Daddy now."
"I know how you feel, babygirl," you sigh. It's hard not to empathasize with your little girl when her father is contractually obligated to travel for his various careers, this time for a modeling campaign in Italy. He wanted nothing more but to bring you and Jada, but she'd gotten sick with the stomach bug at the last minute. Harry delayed his leave until she got completely better, but when it came down to a road trip which spanned across several countries, the two of you decided it was best for your baby to stay home and rest.
"It's just a few more hours," you remind her gently. "After bath time and some pancakes, Daddy'll be home."
Jada immediately brightens at the word pancakes, and thanks to the promise of a sweet breakfast, she stays remarkabaly still as you shampoo her long brown curls. Nor does she complain when you brush them, and you soon realize it's not because of the pancakes.
"Haven't seen Daddy in forever!" she mumbles to herself happy. "Will he bring presents, Mama?"
You laugh as you add a yellow bow to her shiny hair. "Dunno, babygirl. He usually does, doesn't he?"
"'S okay if he don't bring them, Mama," Jada assures you.
"Aww," you say, hugging her. "Isn't that wise of you?"
Jada beams at the praise and faces the mirror, sticking out her tongue. "I wise!"
"Yes, you are-" you begin, but you're interrupted by the sound of a car, unmistakably Harry's Maserati, pulling up in the driveway.
