#single!harry

I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while. So I proof read it and decided to post it. This is just a small blurb, I do plan on eventually writing one shots and stuff like that. I’ve been extremely busy so I’m not making any promises when I’m going to be posting again but I’ll try to post as often as I can. And please leave feedback on this piece so I know what I need to improve on in my writing.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: just pure fluff :)

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"Daddy"

Harry slowly woke up hearing the voice of his daughter calling for him. Harry assumed his daughter was awake from her slumber and wanted to come and cuddle with Harry for a little bit like they always do on the weekends.

When Harry went to reach over to his nightstand where he kept the baby monitor, he was confused why he couldn't feel it. So he finally opened his tired, groggy eyes to realize the baby monitor wasn't there. Harry started to panic a little bit thinking he left it somewhere else besides in his bedroom.

"Daddy!" Harry heard his daughter calling for him again but she sounded way too close, for her to be in her nursery.

Harry rolled over and was met with his baby girl looking back at him.

"Daddy!" Harper chirped and slung her arms around his neck.

"Hey bug," he said in his deep, raspy, sleep-filled voice, while he rubbed Harper's back and gave her a kiss.

After a few minutes of the two cuddling together, one question came to mind for Harry.

"Hey love, how'd you get out of your crib?"

"Nana!" Harper exclaimed.

"Nana's here? Well, how about we get changed and head downstairs to see her?" Harry said as he sat Harper back onto his bed while he slipped on some joggers and a t-shirt.

It all made sense as to why Harper was out of her crib. Harper's only two and hasn't mastered climbing out of her crib, much to Harry's liking. He'd love to keep her in her crib a little while longer because once she goes into a big girl bed, Harper isn't such a little girl anymore.

It also made sense as to why the baby monitor wasn't on his nightstand when Harry woke up. His mom must've came in and took it with her so Harry could get some extra sleep without being disturbed by either his mom or his baby girl.

Once Harry got dressed, he picked up Harper and felt her diaper. It was dry, so he just assumed his mom changed her when she woke up.

Harry and Harper started their adventure downstairs. When Harry took the first step, going down, he could already smell his mom's homemade chocolate chip pancakes.

He remembered on Saturday or Sunday mornings when she'd make him and Gemma these pancakes. They were always their favorite. The pancakes were always a tradition in the Styles household when Gemma and Harry were kids. Anne wanted to continue the tradition with Harper.

Harry and Harper continued down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry spotted his mom by the stove where she was probably grilling the pancakes.

"Morning mum" Harry greeted while he got out a sippy cup for Harper.

"Morning sleepy head" Anne greeted while she finished grilling that last of the pancakes.

"I thought you could probably use some extra sleep, so I decided to come over and make some breakfast and keep this one busy while you caught up on some sleep," Anne said to Harry as she began plating the food for them.

"You didn't have to mum, but thank you, I really appreciate it. This one has been quite the handful for the past month since she just turned two." Harry joked while setting Harper down in her high chair and handing her, her sippy cup of juice.

"Of course, sweetie. We all need help sometimes, plus you know I'd do anything for this little stinker and you." Anne said while she set down a couple of pancakes, cut up into bite-sized pieces along with some chopped-up strawberries and bananas on Harper's tray.

Anne carried both their plates over to the table where Harper was already munching on her food. They both sat down at the table and joined Harper, and dig into their food as well. Harry was telling his mum about some of the new songs he's writing and just how life is going overall both him and Harper. Anne also shared with him what she's been up to, too since they haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks.

Anne was helping Harry clean up the kitchen and Harper was in the living room finishing her juice and watching "Paw Patrol." The show she's been obsessed with for the past couple of weeks.

Harper walked into the kitchen and pulled on Harry's pant leg. She wanted a cuddle and she wanted it now.

"Hold on bubs, I'm almost done," Harry replied since he was busy washing the dishes.

Harper didn't like that response, so she did what she thought was right in her two-year-old mind. She plopped her diaper-clad bottom on the tiled floor and started crying.

"Daddy!" She sobbed as she made grabby hands at Harry.

Harry wasn't purposely trying to ignore her or anything, he was genuinely busy washing the dishes. Harry gave Harper a talking to before about if he's busy and can't do what she wants, she just needs to be patient. But Harper's only two and is still learning, so Harry's trying to be patient with her to the best of his abilities.

Anne realized what was going on and gave Harry a hand. She stopped drying the pan and set down the towel she was using. She bent down and scooped the crying girl into her arms.

"Hey, Harper. Your okay, shhh." Anne tried her best to console the two-year-old.

Harry finished doing the dishes and decided to heat up some milk. Every time Harper gets upset, one way Harry gets her to calm down is by giving her some warm milk and snuggles.

Anne took Harper out to the living room while Harry finished getting her milk ready. Once it was ready, he walked into the living room where Harper was starting to finally calm down.

When Harry came into view for Harper, she instantly made grabby hands towards him.

Harry of course took her into his arms and sat next to his mum. Harry gave Harper the warm milk while "Paw Patrol," played in the background.

"Thanks again for coming over mum. Don't think she would've calmed down as soon as she did if it wasn't for you." Harry said to his mum, while he rubbed Harper's back in a soothing matter.

"Of course baby. I'd do anything for you and Harper. And sometimes you just need help from your mother." Anne said and gave a small smirk towards Harry.

Harry had always been against getting help from his mum since Harper is his responsibility. He always felt bad when he'd be last minute and need a babysitter, he'd call his mum and of course, she would say yes. I mean that's her only grandchild and she gets to spend some quality time with her, so of course, she would say yes.

Anne is proud of him for thinking like that, but she wished he'd take her help from her when he could really use it.

For the rest of the late morning, the three of them sat on the couch. Harper snuggled in Harry's warm arms, watching the tv. While Harry and Anne sat there and had a quiet conversation and tried not to disturb Harper.

Anne was happy to spend time with her son and grandchild. And Harry was grateful for the help of his mother.

ofc! not sure if you wanted just singledadrry or a little bit of romance included like in my last fic, but i went with just singledadrry :) i could always make a part 2 with romance in it so lmk!

“no daddy the other one looks better!”

harry laughed, “ this one?” he held up the pink outfit he had just tried on.

“yes! it's shinier,” daisy, his 3 year old daughter, said.

he smiled. “do you like shiny a lot?”

daisy grinned and nodded.

“then i guess we'll go with the pink. and i'll also make sure a lot of the other outfits are shiny too.” harry was having a fitting for his upcoming tour. he had already seen many sketches for his outfits, but this was the first time trying them on.

right now he was choosing one for the first show.

“what about this one?” he did a little twirl, modeling some cream color pants with a white and blue stripped shirt, and some red suspenders.

daisy giggled, “daddy you look like miranda from youtube!”

harry laughed and gasped in fake hurt. “alright come here.” he grabbed her and kissed all over her face, earning loud giggles from her.

“stop it daddy!” daisy squirmed in his arms, giggling.

harry chuckled and set her down. “do i really look like miranda?”

the three year old giggled again. “you don't look like her, its just the outfit! but i still like it,”

harry smiled. “then we'll keep it.”

she nodded, “can we go eat now?”

“just a bit more. i'm almost done bunny,”

daisy pouted but nodded. harry had taught her manners very well, and she didn't mind waiting a bit more.

but ten quick minutes soon turned into two hours, and by the time harry was done daisy was fast asleep.

harry smiled down at her and gently picked her up. he walked to the car with her, buckling her up in her carseat gently, and then getting in the driver seat.

he glanced at daisy one more time and started driving.

once at home, he looked through the rear view mirror. it was a bit surprising to see daisy asleep still, since she usually woke up before they got home.

none the less, harry got out of the car and very carefully took daisy out of the carseat.

once they were almost inside, harry heard very quiet giggles coming from the young girl. he couldn't help but smile as he realized she had been faking sleeping so harry would carry her.

“oh you little trickster. were you faking it this whole time?”

daisy laughed, “you believed it!”

harry grinned and kissed her cheeks, “yes i did!” he smiled, “are you ready for a bath?”

she nodded, “i'm tired,”

“how so? you just napped baby,”

daisy shrugged and cuddled closer into harry's chest. harry frowned as he felt the heat of her forehead against him. “is your nose stuffy or anything?” he asked, while pressing the back of his hand to her warm forehead.

“a little bit i think,”

he nodded. “alright, i'll give you a warm bath and then you can nap. i'm pretty sure you have a cold so you can sleep it off,” he smiled gently and set her in the tub after he filled it up.

harry gave her a warm bath, making it quick so she wouldn't be in the water for long, and because she wasn't a huge fan of baths.

after he finished he dressed her up and tucked her in. “i'm gonna get you some medicine and i'll be back alright?”

she yawned and nodded. “can i go with you please?”

he smiles, “of course.” harry picked her back up and walked to the kitchen.

he serve a bit of medicine in a cup and grabbed a cookie for her.

“ready?”

“smells yucky,” she wrinkled her nose.

“i know baby. but you need to get better alright? you'll probably just drink it today anyways. and look, you can eat a cookie to wash it down.”

“okay..” she mumbled. she took the cup from harry and drank. her face contorted in disgust as she forced herself to drink it. she quickly grabbed the cookie from harry, munching on it to get rid of the taste.

harry chuckled, “alright, let's brush your teeth. it'll completely get rid of the taste.”

she nodded eagerly. harry walked to the bathroom and set her on the counter. he gently brushed her teeth, making sure to get all the left overs of the cookies off.

he helped her rinse her mouth and then took her back to bed. after tucking her in, daisy asked him to read her a bedtime to story. harry complied (of course) and read another chapter of the fairytale they were currently in the middle of.

“alright bunny. time for bed now,” he kissed her forehead and smiled.

“night daddy,” she mumbled, already falling asleep.

“good night,” harry smiled and walked out of her room.

“hey dad?” daisy fidgeted with her hands.

“yes?”

“can i ask you something?”

harry furrowed his brow but nodded, “what is it?”

“well, there's this guy.. he's from school and i really like him. is it okay if he comes over tonight?”

harry blinked. he knew this time would come, his daughter liking someone, but he didn't think it'd be so soon.

“as in today tonight?”

“yeah, around 7?”

he stayed silent for a bit, but then shook his head, “no.”

“oh, why?” daisy couldn't deny she was a bit shocked, but she also expected it.

“i don't want you to have boys over at night. however, if he wants to come over tomorrow he can.”

“oh.. but why?”

“teenage boys don't always have good intentions. especially not at night.”

“dad- gross! thats not gonna happen!”

“hmm, you never know. no boys at night. new rule.”

she groaned.

“and besides, how did you know what i meant?”

she blinked, “the internet.”

“so i don't have to.. give you the full talk, right?”

“ew no!”

he hummed, “good, i was dreading that since you were born.”

“i hate you dad,”

of course! these are a few i found, some of them aren't very long but they're definitely adorable :)

Hungry Fella

Grammy Winner Husband - Harry Styles

Our little gremlin

this one is a four part series with blurbs and its absolutely adorable omg, please read this one baes

Pinky Promises, parts 1-4 + blurbs

Really enjoyed your last piece!! 🥰❤️

of course! i'm glad you enjoyed my last one, i hope you enjoy this one too <3 if not i can totally redo it so let me know!

tags: dad!harry

“how was school bunny?” harry smiled at daisy through the rearview mirror.

daisy hadn't gone to school at all, it was daycare since she had just turned three, but she liked to call it school so harry did too.

“it was good! ms. carter is really nice,” she smiled.

“she is? i'm glad then. what does she do with you guys?”

“well, today we painted! i'm excited to show you,” daisy wasn't lying, she was very excited to show him. she'd show him now, but she remembered how harry had told her that while they were driving the seatbelt stayed on and she stayed in the back.

“well i'm excited to see.” he smiled, “did you eat all your lunch?”

daisy hesitated for a bit and then shook her head no, “all of it except the apples, they felt weird,”

harry knew she meant the texture of them, for some reason she only liked apples with a certain texture.

“well that's okay. apples can be icky sometimes,”

daisy nodded in agreement. “can you put the cd on papa?”

harry chuckled and nodded, placing the cd in its place and turning the volume up a bit. ‘let it go’ from frozen played first, and while daisy sang the song harry hummed the tune of it.

the rest of the car ride was silent. once they were home harry took daisy out of her car seat and let her walk inside their house, him following behind.

“now can i show you my painting?” she asked as harry closed the front door.

he smiled, “of course. let me see the masterpiece my princess made.”

daisy grinned and took the paper out of her folder. “it's me and you!” she held it up to harry. on it, she had drawn stick figures that resembled her and harry on a pretty flower field.

“it's beautiful!” harry took it from her and then picked her up. he kissed her cheek and walked to the kitchen, placing the painting on the fridge with a magnet that was already on it. “now i can always see it when i wake up,”

she giggled.

“ready for lunch? or bath first?”

daisy whined.

harry frowned. “what's wrong baby?”

“i just don't wanna take a bath,” she mumbled quietly.

“well in that case we can eat first, yeah?”

she shook her head, “no because i still have to take a bath after,”

“why don't you wanna take a bath bunny? thought you liked them,”

daisy shook her head, “don't like them.”

“okay well.. i'm sorry baby but you still have to get one. do you want it now or later? i promise to try and make it as enjoyable for you as i can.”

“now i guess.. you promise to make it quick too?”

harry nodded, “i promise.”

after earning a nod from her, harry walked to the bathroom and prepared her bath. he added just a bit of bubbles and scent to it and placed her in when the temperature was right.

“how does that feel?”

she shrugged. harry could tell she wasn't a fan due to her attitude, so he tried to be as quick as possible.

he washed her hair quickly, getting that done with at the beginning. then he bathed her fully and dried her up.

“all done. see? i promised i'd be quick,” he smiled slightly as he dried her hair.

“’m cold daddy,” she said.

harry nodded and wrapped her up in her towel and walked to her room. he let her pick out her pijamas and then helped her put them on.

“feel better?”

she nodded, “i think i like it better with not so many bubbles,”

harry nodded. “i won't add bubbles next time then. we'll work i'll way up until you like it.” it surprised him she didn't enjoy the bubbles, due to the fact that she loved them as a baby and, besides, who didn't like bubbles?

“ready to eat now?”

she nodded and smiled.

I LOVE HOW MUCH YOU GUYS LOVE DAD HARRY

also i love this idea so much it i want more of it

it was currently 2am. harry was in the living room, panicking and waiting for his 16 year old daughter to come back from where ever she was.

he had gotten up to get a glass of water, and saw that her door was slightly opened. he moved closer to close it, but when he looked inside he saw her bed and she wasn't in it. he instantly panicked. she never did this. she never snuck out.

he immediately texted her, and she texted back. harry could feel her nerves through the phone, he knew she was scared she was caught.

he immediately looked at the door when it opened.

“dad i'm-”

he shook his head and pointed to the couch. “sit.”

daisy nodded quietly and sat down. harry sat in front of her.

“can you explain to me, why you were out, at 2am in the morning-since god knows when- without permission?”

she looked down, “i- my friends invited me somewhere and i felt bad saying no. i'm sorry,”

“well that's not how things work. you don't sneak out just so your friends 'don't feel bad'. where were you?”

she swallowed. “dad i said i was sorry can't we just drop it?”

“no, we can't. daisy i woke up to find you weren't here. do you know how scared i was? jesus- what would you have done if something happened to you? who were you even with? and where?”

“i- i was just with my friends,” she swallowed, “at a frat party.”

“a fra- a frat party? a college frat party?”

she nodded slightly.

“oh my god daisy, i can't believe you! do you know how dangerous that is? so many things- so many things could've happened to you in that party. so many.”

“dad, i know. i regretted it the second i went in! i didn't know that was where we were going. i wished i would've stayed home.”

harry swallowed. she truly did look like she regretted what she did, but it was still wrong. “did anything happen?”

she shook her head quickly, “nothing. i promise.”

he nodded slowly. “come here.” he pointed to in front of him after he stood up.

daisy quickly stood in front of him and looked at him.

they stared at each other for a few seconds before harry pulled her into a tight hug. “i'm so mad at you daisy,” he whispered.

“i know,”

“so many horrible things could've happened at that party. i'm so glad you're okay, but so mad you snuck out. you're grounded you know.”

she sighed, “i know.” they both pulled away from the hug.

“two months, no going out with no one other than family.”

she opened her mouth as to protest, but knew that would only get her grounded longer. she sighed and nodded.

“good, now go to bed. for real.”

“i'm really sorry dad. it won't happen again, i promise. goodnight, i love you.”

“i'm glad you're aware it was wrong. goodnight, i love you too.”

not gonna lie, i had to look up what this meant. after doing some brief research i think i have somewhat of an idea so i hope you like it! if you'd like to me re-write it feel free to send another request! be as specific as possible so i can make sure you'll enjoy it :)

harry woke up to the sound of daisy crying through the baby monitor. he was alarmed, due to the intensity of her cry. he quickly rushed over to her room, looking all over the place despite knowing that she should be in her crib. once his eyes focused on her crib though, he was relieved to see that she was there, crying.

“hey hey baby,” he made his way over to her, “what's going on bunny?” he carefully picked her up. it confused him that her diaper was dry, since that meant she didn't need a diaper change. however they were potty training so maybe she was holding it in allthough harry doubted that because she never did.

“do you need to use the potty baby?” he asked softly.

daisy only cried harder, squirming around in harry's arms.

“shh, shh, tell me what you want baby. what do you want? are you hungry?”

harry was sure daisy's screams could be heard by his neighbors.

“daisy, you need to tell me what's wrong so i can fix it alright?” despite being confused and somewhat frustrated (mostly with himself for not being able to figure out what was wrong with his own daughter) harry's voice was gentle and loving.

he rubbed her hair and rocked her, trying to do anything to soothe her back to sleep, or to calm down so he could get an answer out of her.

“th-at,” she said through sobs. harry tried to find what she was pointing at but her arms were flailing so much he couldn't see.

“what baby what?”

“that!” she grew quickly frustrated and harry panicked. she'd never behaved like this, and he usually calmed her down pretty quickly.

“you're gonna have to be more specific bunny,” he said softly.

out of frustration, daisy slapped harry's cheek. it wasn't hard or anything, harry could tell she didn't really want to do that but because she was so frustrated she did.

“alright baby let's remember we don't hit people. no matter how mad and frustrated we are we don't hit anyone alright?”

“t-hat,” she said. although she ignored harry's comment he knew that she had understood and was mostly embarrassed harry had called her attention.

her arms had stopped moving around, so harry could now see what she was pointing to. “this?” he asked as he bent down to pick up her favorite stuffed animal that had fallen from her crib.

she nodded eagerly and took it from him. her cries quickly settled. harry sighed in relief. “alright. alright,” he said.

harry set her back inside her crib—being completely sure her stuffed animal was inside—and kissed her forehead. “alright baby, go to sleep.” he wiped her wet cheeks, kissed them and walked out once she was asleep again.

***

that morning, harry had called his mother to ask about the tantrum daisy had yesterday. his mother told her that if it really was that bad, she was probably going through her ‘terrible twos’ and that there would be a lot more to come.

anne also added that every kid got theirs at a different age. harry went through it the age of 5. gemma passed hers at 4, then at 6 again.

daisy was, coincidentally, going through hers at 2. harry knew that was what was going on because daisy never behaved like she did last night, and she had been fussy for the last couple days.

harry knew that from now on he had to be extra patient with her since she was also going to be frustrated.

he decided to make breakfast before she woke up so she could eat right away. he prepared some mickey shaped pancakes along with some cut up strawberries and syrup, of course.

once he was done he went to check on daisy, who was just waking up.

“hi baby, good morning,” he smiled and picked her up.

“morning daddy,” she mumbled.

“ready to get some breakfast?”

daisy nodded. harry walked to the kitchen with her after brushing her teeth and set her down in her chair.

he put the plate of pancakes and fruit in front of her and went to wash all the dishes.

“dada?” she whispered.

harry turned around, immediately seeing her already red, watering eyes. “what's wrong?”

daisy burst into tears, however there was no screaming. harry rushed to her side, “ tell me what's wrong baby, that way i can fix it.”

“i- i- cut please,” she cried and buried her face in harry's chest. given last night, harry was relieved she was finding comfort in him.

“what cut?”

“pan-cake,”

“you want me to cut up your pancake?”

“yes!” she cried.

normally harry didn't cut her pancakes because she either liked to use her hands or she peeled it apart with a fork.

“okay okay, i will.” he quickly rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and fork. he cut up her pancake and looked at her, “good now?”

she sniffled, “yes,”

harry nodded slightly. “okay baby.” he kissed her forehead and watched her eat for a bit. once he was sure she had calmed down he went back to the sink to finish washing his dishes.

you guys love daisy getting in trouble dont u😭 i tried to make this one fluffier and funnier:)

b/n: boy name

“shh, quietly,” daisy said as she helped b/n into her room. he had sneaked in through her window so it was quite hard.

b/n smiled once he was in. “hey,”

“hi,” she smiled.

he tucked her hair behind her ear, “you okay?”

she nodded slightly. “afraid to get caught, but yes,”

he shook his head. “we'll be fine. he won't find out,”

they both sat on her bed and daisy sighed, “i get him. i'm his only daughter and he wants me to be safe, but he's so protective sometimes. i mean, i'm 17 yknow? i should be able to have a guy over.”

b/n nodded. “does he not let you have guys over at all?”

“i mean, not at night no,”

“well its like you said. you're his only daughter and he cares about you.”

“i know. he's known about you for a while now but still,”

b/n smirked teasingly, “you tell him about me?”

she blushed, “of course, you're my boyfriend.”

he hummed, “i am. does he like me? based on what you've said?”

daisy nodded, “yes. he thinks you're really nice and i can tell he really likes you. he just doesn't want to admit it, because he knows that if he does i'd get even more attatched to you since i'd know he likes you and that he's happy with who i'm dating. and he doesn't want that, incase we don't work out yknow,”

“i know. but we'll work out darling,” he kissed her cheek and she smiled. “i know. she planted a kiss to his lips.

b/n smiled and continued kissing her. he cupped her cheek lightly and moved over slightly closer to her.

daisy rested her hand on his thigh, closed her eyes and continued kissing him.

“daisy who- oh my god!”

daisy gasped, “dad!”

harry quickly covered his eyes, “nope nope you're having sex! oh god my daughter is having sex and i just walked in on her-”

“dad- dad calm down i'm not having sex i'm fully clothed!”

“yes, yes you are! you're exchanging saliva with that guy which is basically the same thing!” harry continued to cover his eyes while aimlessly pointing to where he thought daisy and b/n were.

his tone wasn't angry, and it instead made daisy laugh. “dad, we were kissing. calm down,”

harry carefully removed his hand from his eyes and mouthed to her, “mouth sex,”

she chuckled, “dad, how many times do i have to tell you mouth sex isn't a thing? it's called making out!”

“well whatever! you were doing that! with a guy! that you sneaked in! and that better be your boyfriend because if it's not you better know i'm telling him you cheated.”

“of course it is b/n! i'd never do that!”

“okay- okay good. but you snuck a guy in? seriously? why didn't you ask?”

daisy blinked, “last time i asked you to have a guy over at night you said no and gave me 'the talk'.”

“that was years ago! you were 14. of course i'm going to let you have a guy over now. in fact, if you would've asked i wouldn't have had walked in on you having mouth sex! or making out- whatever it is!”

“well- in my defense you could've knocked.”

“i thought you were sleeping! i was coming to check in on you,”

“okay okay, so go now. shoo, shoo. good night, love you!” daisy pushed harry out of the room.

“condoms please!” he yelled from outside.