When Mummy's away; we play! h.s
Summary: Harry's baby surprises him on stage!
Request: No
Warnings: All fluff Xx
Pairing: Y/N + Harry are married
Trope: Dadrry!
MC: Harry
Rate: Everyone
Word Count: 500
Repost/translations: No
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Harry was standing at his mic, beautifully singing Matilda when he noticed the crowd's screams were a lot louder than normal; popping his eyes open, he scanned the audience, confused.
He made eye contact with a fan, seeing him pointing at the big screen, cranking his neck to see; a big grin landed on his face.
There was his son being filmed, crawling up the stairs.
"It appears we have a guest" He chuckled, hearing the screams.
Harry happily walked over to the side where the steps were, squatting as he opened his arms; encouraging his son. "Come here lovie!" The mic picked up, the crowd cooing at the words. "Come to dada, come here! — Good boy!" Harry cheered, his baby finally reaching the top of the steps. Harry happily picked up his son, kissing his cheek and adjusting his mic.
"Wembley! This is my son, he's learned to crawl" Harry laughed, kissing his son's cheek again. "Where's mummy?" He questioned, walking over to where his wife normally was. "Did mummy abandon you? Where's your mum? Y/N?" Harry spoke into the mic, confused. "I guess we do have a guest, I don't know where your mum went" Harry hummed, bouncing his son a little.
"I guess we're having an intermission" Harry spoke in a baby voice, his son wiggling out of his hold. "They weren't kidding when they said once they learn to move, it's all they want to do!" Harry told the crowd, keeping an eye on his son who was crawling across the stage towards Mitch. "I guess I'm to blame for this one" Harry chuckled, "During sound check I sort of uh.. encouraged this earlier. Ya know? When it was safer… — has anyone located my wife?" Harry questioned again, eyeing towards his manager.
On the big screen showed Harry's 1 year old son messing with Mitche's shoelaces, Mitch wiggling his foot which was frustrating the baby,
Harry covered the mic with his hand, moving it away from him; his back to the crowd as he called for his son, gaining the baby's attention.
Harry and Y/N had decided to keep his name a secret, but the baby quickly turned around at his name, a grin on his face, ignoring whatever Harry had said which ended in Harry walking over and picking him up.
"Terrible twos came early" Harry muttered in the mic, the crowd laughing.
"I guess I'll be sitting down with my little love for this next one! If anyone has located my wife, let me know!" He announced, carefully sitting down on the stage, his son now in his lap, fascinated by the corded mic.
As Harry sang Matilda, he kept looking down at his son, not being able to hold back his smile.
This was home.
Harry was informed once the song was done that Y/N had been located, tsking his wife as she climbed the steps.
"Want to tell the arena where you were off to?" Harry spoke in a fake parental tone which made his wife grin.
"I had to go to the loo! Jeff was babysitting!" She defended, grabbing her baby from her husband.
"So it was Jeff's fault! Typical" He tsked, chuckling, removing the mic and leaning in, whispering in Y/N's ear before covering their faces and then kissing his son, waving bye bye.
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Author's note: Hi? I am sort of back?! IT'S BEEN HARD! I mean keeping a balance between medical school and writing and the other aspects of my personal life. This chapter is relatively short compared to the others. I wanted to keep it short. Since mostly of it was already written. I also wanted to post something for you. I hope you enjoy. I'll begin writing right away! Let me know what you think! Stay safe and heathy.
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He felt sick to his stomach. He dreaded having her in his presence. He wasn’t scared of her, either. Harry just genuinely didn’t like her one bit. It also pissed him off that his day had been ruined by seeing her. Harry tried his best to revisit the nice, fresh memories that he had of this afternoon with Y/N. Like when her clumsy self had poured wine all over her white shirt and Harry offered his blazer, so she was able to cover the spot.
“Quite a place you got here” She spoke, her eyes scanning the picture frames that Harry had on his desk. He mentally kicked himself for not removing them before she arrived. “Is this her? Your new toy”.
It was a picture of Y/N from their very first night out. Her back was away from the camera, only exhibiting her bare back.
“S’definitely none of your business” he responded coldly, choosing to ignore the ‘toy’ part of her comment in hopes of keeping things calm, so he could go home. “Wha’ is it that you want, Ashley?”
She shrugged and continued her exploration of the room.
“Come on. I am sure you got things and place to be and so do I” Y/N and Oliver were waiting for him to come home. His girlfriend had expressed her desire to cuddle with him to watch a movie after he got home from work. Something he was looking forward to. “Therefore, let’s get this over with”.
“Is it because Y/N is waiting for you home, Harry?” She cocked her head from where she stood. “Quite lovely face and body she has. I see why you find her attractive”. Harry inhaled a sharp breath, surprised that she knew her name and that she could recognize her.
“Don’t make this more difficult. How much do you want? Is that what you want? Ran out of it? Don’t have enough to keep buying drugs and alcohol?” He hated that she had brought Y/N to the conversation. It pissed him off. She had nothing to do with it. “Let me write you a check”.
“Don’t you fucking patronize me!” She yelled, banging her hands on his wooden desk.
Harry barely even flinched. He had struck a nerve, and he enjoyed the satisfaction that spread through him.
“I am wrong, then? You are here fo’ what? Jus’ to say hello?” He laughed bitterly. “I want to know why the fuck did you break into my house!”
“Broke into your house? I would never, Hazz” The nickname made him cringe. It brought him memories of the night that they had conceived Oliver. “Not when little Oliver is there anyway”
“Don’t talk about him. Don’t even say his name” He snapped, “What the fuck do you want?”
“I find it very interesting that your ex-girlfriend was the one to reach out to me to let me know who was raising my son” Ashley revealed as she sat down. “And how you were head over heels and allowed her to do anything regarding him”.
“I think you are a bit confused, darling” Harry leaned back on his chair and crossed his legs. “Oliver isn’t your son. He stopped being yours when you signed away all your rights for some money. Don’t you remember? You wanted an abortion?”
Ashley remained quiet, not knowing what to say or do.
“Now we got that out of that way. Tell me what is that you want?”
“Leave Y/N. Break up with her” It was Harry’s turn to laugh heavily.
“You are ridiculous. I don’t even know why I ever agreed to meet up with you” Harry pushed himself away from the desk, ready to go home to his girlfriend and son.
“This isn’t a game, Styles. Break up with her before things get worst. Yo—”
“Are you threatening me? I would choose wisely your next words, Ashley. I don’t do well with threats” He cut her off, edging closer to her. “I suggest you crawl back in the hole you came back from before I make sure you end up behind bars”.
Ashley chuckled, rising to her feet, realizing that this conversation wasn’t going to take them anywhere. She needed to make sure that Harry and Y/N broke up for Valeria to pay her. Ashley was willing to go great lengths to get that money promised.
Y/N had gone to be a bit earlier than usual after cuddling Oliver to sleep in the downstairs living room. She had tried her best to wait up for Harry, but her exhaustion had gotten the best of her. She went upstairs after making sure that the lights of the foyer were on for Harry, so he wouldn’t bump into anything.
Y/N laid on her side with her hands up to her face when she felt the mattress dip and the blankets lifted. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who it was. Harry tangled their legs and slipped his arm around her, gently tucking her warm body into his chest.
“Hi” her voice heavy with sleep as she reached down to his hand under the sheets.
“Shhh” he shushed her, feeling guilty to have woken her up. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got you” He kissed the back of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
It was late. It was 3AM. Harry had stayed in the office after he had kicked Ashley out of the office. He submerged himself in work and whiskey. As the events and the conversations that had taken place kept hunting his head.
Harry hadn't forgotten Ashley’s threat. He couldn’t understand the extent of Valeria’s fascination with him. She had dug deep enough into his past that she had found Oliver’s biological mother. Just so he could separate him from Y/N.
“Harry?” Y/N’s soft voice, brought him back into reality.
“Yes, lovie?” His voice cracked as he felt stressed for the safety of the people around him. He had never feared as much before. He heard her shuffle and turn to face him. Then felt her forehead against his.
“What’s bothering you?” She whispered as she pressed a hand against his cheek. “Tell me. Maybe I can help you” Harry’s heart warmed as he enjoyed the gentleness of her touch.
“Nothing. Just a bit stressed about work” Y/N remained silent yet continued caressing the back of his head. “What do you think about moving?”.
“Why would we do that?” His heart warmed, loving how she used ‘we’ instead of saying something silly like ‘it’s your house’ or ‘it’s your money’. For Harry meant that she saw a future for them.
“I just don’t feel safe anymore” He had to get them as safe as possible. The house security had been breach — God knows how many times. He wasn’t going to take any more chances. “I’m also starting to hate the decoration”. Harry added, not wanting to worry her.
“I guess the change in scenery would be nice. But don’t you think you are taking on too much?” The Italy trip was just a few days ago and Harry seemed swamp with work.
“That’s why I got people to do the work for me” He was finally starting to loosen up. The idea of them moving to a new place where Ashley or Valeria couldn’t find them — relaxed him. “You wouldn’t have to move a finger”.
“Very cocky” She laughed, “I can help. At least let me pack my stuff and Oliver’s”
“Absolutely not”
“Why? I can carry my own weight, and I am strong”. She felt useless at times, but Y/N knew that it was her own insecurities speaking for her. That same thought made her want to accept the job offer.
“It's not because I think you are weak, darlin.” In fact, he thought the complete opposite. Harry thought very highly of her, not just because of her academics, but for every single little thing that composed her personality.
“Then? Enlighten me”.
“You are just… clumsy” She gasped yet giggled at his accusations.
“That’s not true!”
“It is! I’ve seen you bang your toe almost every single day since you moved in, against the glass coffee table” Harry found it cute how she would wince and hold her breath. Y/N would always deny feeling any kind of pain when he would ask. She would put her brave face and tried her best not wince. “You can’t fool me”.
“That’s irrelevant. That doesn’t make me clumsy”.
“It’s not just that”
“Why is this suddenly a problem?!” Harry laughed, “What else have I done?”
“The amount of bruises that I find on yourself daily, doesn’t give you the slightest clue?” They both giggled and laughed. “You don’t even remember how you even got them!”
“Okay that’s it!” Y/N’s cold hands creeped up under the back of his shirt, causing Harry to instantly hiss at the sensation. “You were saying?”
“Rude” He groaned, his hands squeezing her sides. “Don’t ever change” Harry whispered to her in the darkness. “I like your clumsiness” She listened him say as they both drifted to sleep.
Frank Sinatra played though the apartment whilst Y/N swayed Oliver through the rhythm of the music. It was an early Thursday afternoon at the household. Mrs. Johnson was in the kitchen, preparing a delicious dinner by the scent that lingered in the air.
They had invited Y/N’s best friend over for dinner.
Harry still hadn’t arrived from the office.
“Would you like some wine?” Mrs. Johnson offered, as the song came to an end and another began. Patrick had arrived ten songs ago. She tried her best not to worry. It was New York City known for its hectic traffic. Although, Harry Styles wasn’t the type of man to be late.
“Please!” Patrick knew that she was nervous. Every single sound caused her to redirect her attention to the elevator doors. He loved Y/N. Patrick had no intention of making her feel embarrassed. He just hoped that Harry arrived.
“Red or white?”
“Red” Mrs. Johnson smiled before going to fetch two glasses. “She is lovely” Patrick added as Y/N finally settled down on one of the couches.
“I know. She is also sweet” Y/N tried to smile but failed.
“Oh honey! Perhaps, he forgot?” Patrick could understand that. He was a remarkably busy man.
“Harry has assistants, Patrick. They remind him of everything” She looked down at Oliver and could see him starting to doze off.
“Well! They forgot to write it down and remind him. It doesn’t matter, honey. I am simply happy to see you!” Sure — he had been excited to meet the man that had swooped the heart of his best friend, but having dinner only with her wasn’t the worth either. He barely got to see her, and let’s not forget about the beauty of the apartment and the promise of exquisite food.
“I love you” Y/N said, pressing her lips against Oliver’s head. “I’ll put him down and then you can tell me all about your latest conquests”
“You got it” Patrick chuckled.
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