#stmf

stmf one shot #22

a/n: newborn baby daddy harry is back <3 the sleepy morning fic won my poll so this is the result of it hehe.

warnings: fluff, lovey dovey morning smut

You and Harry had been snuggled up together on top of the sheets, the warmth of his body and the late June sun being enough to keep you warm. Your newborn daughter had woken up at 5 o’clock for her first feed, like she always did, and Harry had obliged, but you still hadn’t managed to fall back asleep, the quiet hum of the aircon keeping you awake. He shuffled around on top of the mattress, his tattooed arm now resting on the side of your face. His eyes fluttered open slightly.

“Sleep,” he muttered, his lips struggling to form the words. “You need to sleep, my love,”

“Shhhh,” You pressed your lips into his to silence him.

It had been nearly a month since you had given birth to Tilly, but looking over at him every morning in bed- you couldn’t stand it. The way his new Daddy stubble was spread across his jawline, because he was still too tired to shave. The way his hair was ruffled and a loose strand of it would always rest on top of his forehead. The slow rise and fall of his chest, which made his butterfly look like it too was breathing with him. His eyes had now opened fully, and the green of them shone brightly in the early morning sun. You had tried so hard to stop yourself. Your midwife had even laughed when you brought up how you felt about it last week. All you could think about was him, and how you missed the feeling of being full with his love. She just laughed and told you that she would probably feel the same if she was married to Harry Styles.

“I know how you feel, mumma,” She sighed. “Believe me, I can imagine. But the last thing we want is for you to tear your stitches. Just a few more weeks, and you can have all the loving time you deserve,”

--

You could feel the sheets beginning to become slightly damp underneath you, and were now trying to avoid Harry’s piercing gaze as he was now holding baby Tilly on his chest, humming to her slightly.

“What’s that face, lovebug,” He sighed.

You couldn’t stand it. The way his biceps flexed every-time he held her in his arms. The way his lips always lifted in the corners as he looked at her. You knew being a Dad would look good on him- but you didn’t realise it would look this good.

“Need you, Harry,” You stammered, as you looked back up at him. “Need all of you, can’t wait anymore,”

Harry giggled slightly, beginning to place Tilly back in her moses basket before clasping onto your hands, tracing his thumbs across your knuckles.

“You do?” His eyes lit up as you nodded. “I do too, baby, but remember what the midwife s-”

“But Harry, I need you,” You pleaded, watching his cheeks turn to a shade of crimson as a sharp outline appeared underneath his briefs. “Need you,”

He tilted your chin up with his finger and sighed. “You’re going to drive me crazy, you know that,”

“Please,” You begged.

“Fine, but we’re going slow,” He moaned, allowing you to roll down the waistband of his Calvins. “Nice and gentle,”

You moaned slightly. “But H,”

“You just had a baby, my love,” He scolded. “We can have sex anytime, there’s no rush,”

“I want you,” You exhaled.

“I know, I know,” Harry smiled, as you flinched when you felt him enter you. “So you’re going to have me, sunflower,”

You felt him fill you up, albeit gently. He was right, there really was no rush, and you secretly were holding back your winces as you were still sore from where your stitches were. He groaned as he thrusted backwards and forwards, filling you up with his love. A tiny bead of sweat coated his forehead, as his eyes fluttered closed with exertion.

“You let me know how you feel, baby,” He grunted. “I want you to feel good,”

“Good,” You moaned, a slight roar erupting from your mouth. “So good,”

You felt yourself coating him as he glided back and forth on top of you, as your arms braced his strong shoulders. He cupped your face in his hands.

“Let me take care of you,” He whispered, pressing his lips against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin slightly. “You’ve been too good to me,”

“You’re good,” You gasped, feeling your eyes suddenly roll back, as you cried out, allowing him to fill you up fully again. “I love y-”

You were interrupted by the cry of your newborn daughter, who you had completely forgotten had been lying fast asleep in her moses basket next to the bed. Harry grunted slightly, beckoning himself to pull away. You grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled him in closer.

“More, please,” You pleaded. “Stay with me,”

He smirked, letting himself fall flat on top of you, still filling you up slightly. This was exactly what you had been missing. He chuckled slightly, before collapsing onto the pillow next to you, as your fingers traced the butterfly on his chest. You both turned suddenly, as the crying became louder.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he sighed, as you allowed him to exit fully. He reached out to grab Tilly from her basket again, beginning to rock her in his arms. “Looks like you’ll have to share me,”

“Fine,” You groaned. “But we can’t have another one, the bags under my eyes are already dark enough,”

“Mmmmhmmm,” Harry chuckled, surveying his newborn daughter who had been soothed to sleep by the warmth of his chest, before gazing back up at you. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,”

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i may have written this myself but i am obsessed.

ik i haven't been very active the past few weeks :/ i missed you all so much. work has sadly gotten in the way and i haven't really been feeling myself. but i am trying to make myself feel myself again and this exercise deffo helped. please send ur fic suggestions (i am feeling baby daddy harry recently) - my inbox is always open. love you all <3

this makes chapter 22 of my one shot dadrry series, slipping through my fingers! i have linked the masterlist here if you did enjoy <3

Joe and Ben have sex for the first time after getting pregnant with Clara (Joe is around 6 months)

“Ben. Anyone besides me ever tell you how good you are with your hands?” Joe questions with a hum, 6 months pregnant and being jerked off in the middle of the living room by his newly labeled boyfriend, Ben.

Most nights turned into this. Dinner. Maybe a movie. Long chats about life and the future for their baby girl. One of them would touch the other in such a way that got their hands roaming and tongues tangling.

Even though Joe was carrying their child, they were only dating. They were still in the honeymoon stage. It was all so new and they couldn’t stop. As nights like these reached a dozen, Ben had a feeling that Joe was still very closed off. He never took his shirt off while Ben had no qualms in stripping in front of the ginger. He’d let Joe touch every bit of him. And there was Joe, exposing his below but nothing else. He would keep on his jeans if he wasn’t so damn uncomfortable with them around his legs.

“Joe.” Ben stops his hand jerks.

“Ben...why did you stop?” Joe licks his lips, obviously lost in the pleasure Ben was giving him.

“I want to touch you. More.” Ben says simply.

“You have your hand on my dick. That’s second base.”

“Why not more?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Because I’m six months pregnant.”

“Yes...and?”

“And actually that’s it, dingus. I’m fucking pregnant. Now can you get on with jerking me off or do I have to finish by myself?” Joe was obviously agitated but not mad. More frustrated it seemed than anything.

“I want to do more than that.”

“Why? We’re boyfriends now. And I’m kissing you.And you are jerking me off. Isn’t that enough for you?”

Ben cocks his head from the side, “Is that really enough for you?”

Joe scrunched his face up in frustration, “N--yes. Yes it is.”

Ben gazes a thumb over the tip of Joe’s cock. It drips and Ben takes the tiny bit of liquid and brings it to his lips. Joe groans, obviously even more turned on than a second ago. “If this is enough...than why do I come over most evenings to you in the shower...calling out my name?”

“Can’t a man have a wet jerk in the shower, asshole?”

“What do you think about...when you call out my name exactly?”

“This. Mostly.” Joe replies with a blank face.

“You’re lying.” Ben gives him another jerk and Joe grunts.

“Argh...Ben! What the fuck do you want me to say? That I want you to take me from behind ‘till I’m sore in the morning? Is that what you want?”

“Yes. And I’d be willing to give it to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ben leans forward, giving Joe a smacking kiss and then pulling away. “But I would like to face you, if you don’t mind.”

“Fucking...fine. Do whatever.” Joe pulls back, re-positioning himself so that he was lying down on the couch.

“No. On the bed.”

“You want fucking everything don’t you.” Even though Joe argues, he still gets up and heads to the bedroom. Ben walks close behind, pulling his shirt off in the midst. 

Joe gets up on the bed slowly, going to rest his body partially on the headrest. “Alright. I’m here.”

“I can see that.” Ben continues to strip as he heads to the bed, “Now the jumper.”

“Sweatshirt.”

“Jumper.”

“If I take this off, baby girl will get cold and wake up.”

Ben rolled his eyes, “Don’t bullshit me. I won’t touch you there or look down if that’s your issue.”

“My issue? Not wanting you to see my body is my issue?!” Joe juts forward, baring his teeth though he was still hard. Somehow the now heated conversation wasn’t completing turning him off.

“Yes it is. Because I don’t give a shit.” 

“Oh bull fucking shit. Men who look like you always fucking do.”

“Joe…” Ben can sense that all of his comments come from a very dark place. A very sensitive place that Ben is still cracking. He wants to be closer to Joe. Wants to love him even as he is already in love with their baby girl. But he’s just as stubborn as he is sometimes.

“Shit, Benny. That was shit of me. I’m sorry.”

Ben does not back down because of Joe’s comment. In fact, he inches closer on the bed. Joe apologizes and reacts by finally taking off his jumper and undershirt. He is still attractive. Yes, there’s a mound at the center of his stomach and his hips look slightly fuller, but he’s still as hot and masculine as ever, in Ben’s view, that is. “Can you lay down for me, love?”

Joe nods, sliding down, his legs close together and bent, his cock still stiff, resting on his elevated stomach. 

Ben walks up, eventually hovering over Joe. The ginger doesn’t let him wait much longer. Instead of letting Ben soak in Joe’s beauty, Joe pulled him in for a deep kiss. 

They stayed like this until Ben’s clear reaction to this moment became obviously against Joe’s thigh. “Oh. Someone’s ready.” Joe chuckled lightly against Ben’s lips.

“I’m going to open you up first...yeah?” Joe nods but doesn’t move. 

“You might have to...umm..roll on over. Works out better that way. Good angle to make you feel good too.”

Joe was hesitant but complied at first, shifting until he was on all fours. Ben stretched his body over to grab the lube from the nightstand when Joe’s breathing began to hitch. “You all right, love?”

Ben was lathering his fingers up when Joe shakes his head feverishly, rolling back over. “I’m sorry I can’t.”

“Yes. Alright.” Joe was obviously shaken up, but he seemed obviously into it until this point. Ben stops what he is doing, thinking that, well, they got this far. Perhaps next time they will go all the way.

Joe groans, glancing down at Ben’s lubed up fingers. “Fuck...no. I mean. We can do this but...I don’t feel comfortable. In that position….right now.”

Ben listens, nodding as Joe agrees to roll back over and have a pillow under his back and bottom to prop him enough for Ben to open him up enough. 

And he does. Ben works slowly, taking in all shifts in his finger positioning that make Joe groan and hitch - make his breathing quicken and asking for more. 

It only takes two fingers for Joe to beg Ben to take him. Ben asked the ginger what position he would be most comfortable with. That wouldn’t set him off. Finally, Ben was able to convince Joe to have one leg up and the other around the curve of his back. 

Joe apologizes immensely for how quick it lasts. After all, it has been over six months and Joe tries afterwards that, when Ben was inside of him, that everything suddenly became electrified. That it did not feel anything like before. It was so much better. 

“I did not last much longer either, love. It’s alright.” Ben is panting, sweat on his chest and his dick wet with excess cum. He didn’t use a condom because he didn’t need to and that only made him and Joe feel even more electrified with pleasure.

“Oh, shit. I knew we’d wake her up.” Joe laughs, placing a hand on his stomach. 

Ben leans up and places a quick kiss on Joe’s stomach before coming over with a wet cloth and cleaning them both up. “How can you make this moment hot and cute at the same time?”

“I can’t. You are just describing yourself, love.” Bean beams.

“Oh shut up.”

“Sod off.”

stmf one shot #10.

a/n: the clue is in the name. baby daddy harry is mine forever

warnings: so much fluff you can actually feel your heart melting

If there was one thing that Harry refused to do after being away on tour, it was to let baby Tilly out of his sight. Already she had grown far too much for his liking despite him being away in LA for the last two weeks, and he didn’t want to miss another glimpse of her. One minute she had just been born, as he had held her tiny frame in his arms for the first time- and 7 months later, a tiny little person with huge, glistening green eyes was staring back at him, lying on top of her changing table. She smiled at him widely, a little white tooth beginning to erupt through her gums, as he tickled the base of her tiny foot and she burst into a roar of giggles.

“Daddy’s going to get you, I’m going to get you,” He teased before pressing his lips to her tummy and blowing a raspberry, which made her laugh harder.

He had only been back a couple of hours, and had barely unpacked his stuff and hadn’t even thought about showering. Although, he had already stripped off his top to reveal his tattooed Torso. He still didn’t want to let her out of his sight, so he decided to do what you always scolded him for doing, as he marched into the bathroom and flipped on the tap with Tilly now held up on his hip.

“Don’t tell Mummy, hmm?” He whispered, looking down at her as she surveyed her surroundings. He placed her down on the worktop and began to unbutton her onesie. Swooping a tiny ringlet of hair off of her face before planting a kiss on her forehead, before picking her up again. He ran his hand through the water as it filled up the tub, the bathroom mirror beginning to steam up. He sat down first, before placing her on top of his knees, the warm water barely touching her legs. Reaching over to grab her washcloth, he rang it out slightly before beginning to run it over her tiny frame, humming a flat tune to her. A tiny fist reached over to grab a handful of bubbles before attempting to mush them into his lips. He laughed, a smile forming on his lips.

“Oi, cheeky,” he chuckled. “You know how much Daddy missed you, when he was away?”

She stared at him intently, almost as if she could understand the words coming from his mouth, before she giggled again.

“You think I’m lying, hmm?” He smirked, beginning to massage baby shampoo into her tiny brunette curls. “Don’t tell mummy, but I missed you more than her, it’s true,”

He kissed her cheek again before beginning to wash the shampoo out of her hair, shielding her eyes with the side of his hand as she flinched slightly when the water ran over her, and he began to hum again.

You had been sitting on the sofa reading for a while when you finally decided to go and find out why Harry had been taking so long in the bathroom. You spent a good minute looking through the crack in the door, before finally opening it fully.

“Harry,” You scorned, as his face dropped, looking as though he was about to be told off by a teacher for doing something wrong in school. “You know she’s going to want you to get in the bath with her every night now, don’t you?”

His face changed into a slight smirk as he realised your tone was only somewhat serious, as he turned Tilly around on his lap to face you.

“I don’t mind that,” He grinned. "Really, I don't mind,"

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loved writing this one!

my requests are always open if you have any ideas for what dadrry related things i should write about next…

stmf one shot #1.

a/n: hey my loves! i'm so excited to be posting the first one shot from my new dadrry series (more info will be coming in a full post soon). i hope you love it much as i am loving writing it! <3

warnings: general fluff, mentions of sick/nausea (emetophobes beware), pregnancy

song: kiwi- harry styles

You looked down at the white plastic stick in your hands, two bright red lines at the centre. You blinked quickly, believing you must have been seeing things, but the lines remained.

“Are you okay in there, darling?” You heard harry knocking on the bathroom door, startling you slightly as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, fluorescent light highlighting the bags beginning to form under your eyes, which had been growing more than ever over the last few weeks. “I was going to order a takeaway if you fancy it?”

You groaned to yourself, trying to make your voice sound as calm as possible before responding.

“I’m okay baby, and I’m not really that fussed,”

“Okay, well I’ll order an Indian then,”

You waited to hear the creak of the stairs as he went back downstairs before you took a deep breath and slowly unlocked the bathroom door, listening to the hum of him talking down the phone. You groaned at the sharp pain in your back, carrying the weight of the permanent bloated state which your stomach was in. You ran your hands over it, sighing softly. If it was right, which you were pretty sure it was, there was a little person beginning to form in there, who would soon be kicking around. You had known something was wrong when that little surprise that you always expected hadn’t come the month before, but Harry seemed mostly oblivious, you telling him that it must have been stress.

You walked through the double doors to find him sat on one of the barstools next to the kitchen counter, the autumn sun still flooding in through the windows, the orange sunset reflecting off of the whitewashed walls.

“Well good evening, baby honey,” he smiled at you, the light now reflecting from his sea green eyes. “You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, fine,” He noticed the slightly off tone in your voice, laced with sarcasm.

“You sure?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly with concern.

“Yeah, just a bit tired,” you groaned. “Pilates earlier was exhausting. We had a different instructor in,”

“Hmm, okay,”

He opened his mouth to interrogate you more, his eyebrows now raised slightly, but the doorbell rang just in time. “I’ll get it,”

You sat down at the table as he offered to plate up the food. Just the smell of it wafting across the room was enough to make you feel sick.

He placed the plate on the table in front of you, peppering a kiss to your forehead. “For my lady, do you want something to drink?” He walked over to the wine fridge which was integrated into one of the cupboards, holding out a bottle of rose. “It’s a Friday night,”

“I’m fine, I’ll just have some water,” you sighed, his brows slowly raising further up his forehead.

“Hmm, that’s weird, but okay lovey, if that’s what you want,”

You tried to look anywhere but at his wavering gaze, but found yourself feeling sicker and sicker when staring at the food on your plate. He poured himself a glass before sitting down opposite you, and immediately started shovelling food into his mouth, as though he hadn’t eaten in years. You picked up your fork, moving it in circles around the plate, not being able to stomach even a single bite.

“Babydoll, you’re acting weird, and I don’t like it,” he sighed, still chewing on a bit of his food.

“What do you mean? I’m not,”

“Then why haven’t you eaten anything yet,” He glared at you, putting his knife and fork down. “You always love an Indian,”

“I don’t know, I’m just not hungry,”

“Hmm…”

You hated that you knew he wouldn’t let this go, but the words came out faster than expected.

“I’m having your baby,” you stammered, your hands flying up to your mouth as though you immediately regretted saying anything. He stood up from the table, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You repeated yourself slowly, as though you couldn’t believe what had just escaped from your lips. “I’m having your baby,”

“Oh my god, sweet,” he smiled, now turning around to face you, his eyes becoming glossy. “I’m going to be a Dad,”

You were shocked at his reaction, although when you thought about it, it wasn’t exactly unexpected. You’d both been having a lot of fun after your wedding a few months ago, honeymooning across Europe- a few romantic weeks spent in Paris and Venice, topped off with a final surprise trip to an exclusive island retreat somewhere in the depths of Greece. And Harry’s bedroom abilities were never ending, you both discovering new positions each night, him knowing exactly how to please you in all the right places. But you had run out of time to go to the Doctors before the wedding to get your expired implant changed, and were secretly scared to go without Harry holding your hand, but didn’t want to distract him whilst he was busy in the studio, putting the final touches on his new album. So you didn’t go, yet never expected to see the two lines on that test with your own eyes.

He pressed his palms to your swollen stomach, and whispered softly. “I’m so happy, babydoll,”

“But Harry, I can’t- I can’t, keep it,” He jumped backwards suddenly.

“What do you mean?” he gasped.

“Well, you’re so busy with tour, and I’m scared out of my mind, Harry. I’m absolutely terrified, and I can’t do this without you, and I don’t know what to do, and I,”

“Slow down,” he soothed, running his hands through your hair. “What makes you think I’m not going to be there?”

“But it’s your career, baby,” you blubbered, tears beginning to well up behind your eyes.

 “Who gives a shit,” he started, lifting you up out of your seat and cradling you to the sofa. “It’s our baby. A baby! All of that can go on hold,”

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes, my love. Of course I’m sure. Whatever you and the baby need, you can have. And I’m going to be there every step of the way, you don’t need to be worried about that. God. A baby. I can’t believe it,”

You sighed, resting your head on his warm chest.

“Okay, Harry,” you sniffled. “Thank you,”

stmf one shot #7.

now that harry has a tween daughter on his hands, he can't escape from the weekly spa and beauty rituals he is forced to undergo...

a/n: aww, a short but sweet one! i love sassy tween tilly. the missus deffo struggles with her but harry just finds the whole tween/teenager stage absolutely hilarious

warnings: fluff.

song: our song- taylor swift

"Daddy, stop moving!"

Tilly was sat across the table from Harry with a bottle of violet nail varnish in her hand, attempting to pin her dad's hand to the table.

Harry puckered out his lips slightly, imitating her.

"I'm not!" He threw his free hand up in response.

"You are! Can you just stay still for one minute," she accused, staring back at him. He sighed, deciding not to argue. Maybe, he thought, it was a mistake buying Tilly a new gel nail varnish set for her birthday. Although she wasn't yet a teenager, it didn't stop her from acting like one. As frustrating as you found it, Harry seemed to find the whole 'tween' stage very entertaining, but one of the downsides was Tilly forcing him to sit down and have his nails painted and eyebrows reshaped for the third time in a week.

The noise from you entering the room caused him to shuffle around on his chair, jogging Tilly who had moved onto painting his index finger.

"Daddy, you've done it again!" she shouted, eyebrows furrowed. You kissed him on the forehead whilst he exhaled slowly.

"Til's beauty salon open again?" You laughed.

"Mhhhmm," he sighed. "I don't think she's gong to want me back after this,"

He smooched you on the lips, laughing at Tilly scrunching her face up in disgust. "Daddy, that's gross,"

"When did you get so lippy, hmm?" he chuckled. "You only just turned eleven last week,"

He kissed you again, this time running his thumb across your cheek. Tilly stood up from the table.

"I'm not doing your nails again, Daddy," she moaned. "You've made me ruin them, look!"

She grabbed his hand and held it up to his face.

"See Daddy, they're rubbish, let me go and take them off, where's the remover,"

He examined them closely, before looking back at her. "No, you don't need to do that baby, I love them,"

"You're lying," she sighed.

"I wouldn't lie to you, baby," He explained. "And not everything has to be perfect, does it? I love them because you did them, and I love you, now come here,"

He pulled her into his chest before peppering her forehead with kisses.

"You know how much Daddy loves you, don't you?" he smiled. "Even now that you're getting moody and embarrassed of me,"

She puckered her lips out again. "M'not!"

stmf one shot #9.

a/n: long time no see! i missed writing for you all so much

warnings: fluff & surgery

song: little freak- harry styles

“And next on the beam, please give a round of applause for Matilda Styles!”

Harry was stood next to you, cheering your eldest daughter on so loudly that it was starting to give you a headache. Nothing had beaten the look on Tilly’s face when she was told by her head coach that she had qualified for nationals, and you had followed her all the way up north to the arena where the competition was due to take place. You felt nervous just watching her, wondering how your 10-year-old daughter could stomach so many people staring at her, judging her every move. But then again, that was what her Dad did most nights whilst he was on tour. The Styles were performers, and loved having all eyes pointed in their direction, and Tilly was no exception to this rule.

You looked down, to see Lottie sucking on her thumb, her chewed up bunny hanging by the ear in her other fist. Harry could tell she was starting to doze off, having woken up at 5am for the car journey up here. He reached down before scooping her up in his arms and placing her on his shoulders, pointing in Tilly’s direction.

“Look at your big sister over there, sweet pea! Are you going to give her a cheer, I bet she can hear you,”

“Good luck, Tilly!” she shouted, her little voice echoing across the hall. Tilly, now stood up on top of a wooden beam, turned around to wave in her direction, smiling widely in her black and blue glittery long-sleeved leotard, emblazoned with jewels, a ribbon perched upon the tight bun you had tied her hair into. The routine started, and Harry gawked as she marched across the narrow piece of wood, flipping upside down and in all different directions, landing perfectly on her feet each time.

“That’s my girl!” he bellowed, reaching over the seats in front to get a closer look at her. The routine was coming to the finale, and this was the part she needed to stick- if the landing went just as well as the rest of it, she would be coming out with a very high score.

You watched her taking a deep breath, inhaling the stale, sweaty air of the arena, before beginning to run towards the end of the beam, her arms reaching out in front of her.

“Go on, Styles!” The girls in her team watching from the side-lines chanted, as her dainty hands made contact with the beam, before she flipped up and backwards, back down onto her feet again, and backwards, her knees tucked into her chest, getting closer to the floor, closer and closer before-

The snap was so loud, that you felt it echo across the entire arena. You felt as though things were going in slow motion, and you were helpless, watching all the way from the viewing platform, your daughter’s screams shrilling through your ears.

“Oh my god!” Harry yelled, moving Lottie from off of his shoulders and resting her on his hip.

She was laid out on the mat just off of the beam, one hand on her forehead, the other reaching down trying to grab her ankle. You rushed down the stairs, Harry’s free hand intertwined in yours, and pushed your way through the crowd that had congregated near her.

“Let them through, those are her parents!” the head coach screamed, putting her hands out to part the sea of people gawking over Tilly. Harry placed Lottie back on the ground before you both kneeled over next to her.

“Mummy, Daddy, I’m scared,” A stream of tears rolled down her face. “It hurts, it really hurts,”

Harry brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear, before wiping the tears from her cheek with the back of his hand.

“I know baby,” you sighed, locking eyes with Harry. “But you’re going to be alright,”

“Can someone get some ice? And a blanket, she’s really cold,” Harry shouted across the floor, before one of the girls came running back with them.

“Thank you sweet,” he smiled at the teenage girl wearing a leotard and track jacket, before wrapping the blanket around Tilly’s shoulders.

She sat up suddenly, and her green eyes widened in shock at the state of her foot.

“Oh no,” she cried, “I feel sick,”

Harry pressed the ice pack over her ankle before covering it up with the blanket. The sight of her mangled, twisted ankle, bleeding with a bone sticking out of it, was enough to make you and him feel queasy.

“You don’t need to see it, baby,” he whispered, rubbing her shoulders to try and warm her up. “Daddy’s going to lift you up now, okay? And we’re going to take you to the hospital, where they can fix it,”

She hissed as he hooked his arm under her knee to try and lift her.

“Don’t touch it!” she screamed, reaching out to throw his arm off of her. His hands flew up in apology.

“I’m tyring not to, Til,” He kissed her forehead, his voice beginning to break. “But I need to lift you up so I can get you to the car, okay?”

She sighed before wrapping her hands around his neck and he picked her up from the mat, cradling her in his arms like he used to when she was tiny.

“Mummy, is Tilly going to be okay?” Lottie whispered sweetly, her tiny hand now in yours.

“Yeah baby, you don’t need to worry,” you sighed, your heart breaking at the panic in her little voice. “We’re going to go to the hospital where the doctors can help her, okay?”

You watched Harry running out to the car as you followed closely behind him, as he sat in the back with Tilly for the entire car journey to the hospital.

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“It’s a nasty break, that’s for sure,” The radiologist explained, as you noticed Harry’s face turning a shade of green as he looked at the X-Rays held out in front of him. It showed her bone as broken clean in half, bits managing to peek through her skin. “We will have to put her to sleep, and then put some pins in to hold it back in place,”

“Oh my,” Harry whimpered. “Surgery! But she’s so little,”

“I know it’s a lot to take in, Mr Styles. But this is the best way of fixing it,”

He sighed, frantically running a hand through his hair.

“One of the nurses is bandaging it up temporarily whilst we speak, so she’s comfortable for now. Someone should be up in an hour or so to take her up to theatre,”

You both thanked him and Harry shook his hand before he left.

“I’ll tell her, you don’t have to,” you offered, as he sighed, now tapping his foot repeatedly on the floor.

“It’s making me feel sick thinking about it, her up on the table, and she’s so, so little, what if she doesn’t wake up, and-”

“Harry,” you warned him. “I feel the exact same as you, but if she sees how worried you are, it’s going to make her panic, and that’s not good for her right now,”

“I know, I know,” he said quickly. “I just wish it was me instead of her,”

You took his hand in yours, rubbing circles around his knuckles, before opening the door, your woozy daughter now sat up in the bed with a dazed expression on her face.

“My gorgeous girl,” Harry tried to smile, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. He kissed her forehead.  “Are you feeling any better?”

She yawned slightly. “I’m tired, Daddy,”

You were relieved that painkillers coming through the IV on her arm were working. You knew it was bad when she hadn’t flinched as the nurse put the needle into her hand, because Tilly was normally never keen on needles.

“You sleep then, babygirl,” He said, now sitting on the end of the bed facing her, tucking in the blankets around her. Within under a minute, she was already fast asleep.

You and Harry had decided that it would be better to not tell her, because you knew she wouldn’t have slept, and also because you knew it would have hurt him too much to see her reaction. Harry had spent that entire hour pacing around the room, his green eyes darting back and forth between his daughter asleep in bed and the clock in the corner of the room.

He almost jumped when he heard the knock on the door, which also startled Tilly awake, as she bolted upright in bed.

“Hi darling, we’re going to take you upstairs now, okay?”

“Why,” Tilly muttered, her voice tainted with grogginess. “I want to stay here,”

“You’re going to have a nice sleep whilst we fix your ankle, okay? And then you’ll wake up and it won’t be hurting anymore,”

 Tilly looked over at her dad, whose gaze was focused on a pot of flowers on the bedside table to avoid meeting her eyes, because he knew that if he looked at her, he would burst into tears.

“I thought… I thought we were going home,” she blubbered. “I thought we were going to get Lottie from Nanny Anne’s,”

“Nanny is going to come and see you later, okay?” you whispered, trying to keep your tone as light as possible. “But they need to fix your ankle first,”

She reached up to grab Harry’s tattooed arm, watery tears now beginning to stream down her face.

“You need to pick either Mummy or Daddy to take with you when we put you to sleep, darling,” the nurse smiled. “I’m sorry it can’t be both,”

Harry didn’t expect her answer to be him.

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“I’m sorry baby, I know it’s horrible,” Harry sighed, stroking the back of her free hand as he watched a vial of liquid being squirted into the cannula on the other. Her hands were so tiny, that they had barely been able to get it in in the first place, and Harry had felt sick watching her cry as they struggled to find her vein.

“Am I going to wake up, Daddy?” Tilly whispered, her green eyes wide as she stared up in him. He felt another knot forming in his stomach, and could feel the sick beginning to travel up his throat.

“Of course you are, sweetheart,” He traced his fingertips across her pale cheeks. “The doctors are going to take very good care of you, you don’t need to worry,” He tried to make himself sound as certain as possible, but deep down he was more scared than she was. If he could have been lying on that bed instead of her at that moment, he would have been.

Her eyes began to flutter closed, as she tried to stare back up at him, fighting to keep them open.

“I love y-” She tried to say, but she was asleep before she could finish the sentence.

You saw him rush back out through the doors, as he collapsed down into your arms, no longer able to hold back his tears.

You didn’t need to say anything. You just held him there as the minutes slowly ticked by, listening to his quiet sobs as you felt your t-shirt beginning to become damp, running your hands through his soft brown hair.

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“Mr and Mrs Styles,”

Harry immediately jumped up at those words.

“Is she okay?” He gasped, his voice trembling slightly.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” The nurse chuckled to herself, taking in the shocked look on Harry’s face. “She’s still coming round, so she’s a bit woozy, but she’s fine,”

“Thank god,” Harry muttered as he followed her back down the long, whitewashed hallway and into a small room where Tilly was tilted upright in a hospital bed, snuggled under crisp white sheets.

He moved a chair over and sat down beside her, running his thumb over her cheek before planting a kiss to her forehead. Her lips turned upwards into a smile, despite still having her eyes closed.

“Hi baby, did you have a nice dream?” Harry whispered, placing his hand over hers, grimacing slightly at the cannula in the back of it, which looked harsh and sterile imbedded in her soft pale skin. She giggled slightly, before slowly opening her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering up at him.

“Mmmhmm,” she muttered, her eyes dropping closed again. “M’still tired, though,”

“You sleep then baby, hmm?” He breathed. “It’s okay. Daddy can wait. I’ll always wait for you,”

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poor tilly! i'm sure harry will be the best daddy and make sure she is well looked after for the next few weeks :/

your wish is my command xx

daddy's in trouble, big trouble

stmf one shot #21

Harry was sprawled out on a sofa at the side of the recording studio, gazing through the glass panel as he listened back to what seemed like the 50th iteration of the chorus for the final song for his new album. Tilly was wrapped around his chest, her plush bunny in hand, fast asleep after being soothed by the quiet hum of his singing. He had told you he would be fine bringing the girls to the studio with him after something had come up in your schedule last minute- but Lottie had already torn around the place, nearly toppling over mic stands and guitar leads. The other band members had been very understanding- after all, it was difficult to keep tabs on an energetic 18 month old who would dart around and disappear as you blinked. She had now seemingly calmed down a little having exhausted some of her toddler energy, and had resorted to sitting on the sofa next to Harry, kicking her tiny legs against the side of the soft leather in boredom.

“What do you think of this one, H? Any better?” Mitch shouted from the other side of the glass, as Harry immediately shook his head.

“I don’t like it, I prefer the one we did before,” he sighed. “To be honest, it sounds shit,”

Lottie looked up at Harry, as Mitch, Sarah and Pauli entered the room.

“Shit,” she giggled, standing up on top of the sofa in an attempt to be in line with Harry’s tall frame.

“Huh?” Pauli gasped. “Did she just-“

“Shit,” Lottie repeated, now leaning into Harry’s face, laughing at him excitedly. “Shit,”

“Lottie Anne,” he warned, trying to mask the amusement in his voice. “That’s a naughty word, you can’t say that,”

“Shit,” She said again slowly, her little green eyes challenging him.

Harry’s eyes darted around the room, begging the others silently for a suggestion on what to do with the situation. They all continued to stare at him, seemingly amused.

“What other words can you say, madam,” Harry asked in a last attempt to fix the mess he had just caused. “Can you say, Daddy?”

Lottie looked at him blankly for a few seconds, before turning away and pointing.

“Mitch,” she smiled, holding her arms out for him to pick her up. “Mitch!”

He obliged, swooping her up onto his hip, as the others all burst into laughter. Mitch’s face simply stayed blank, as if he didn’t understand what everyone was laughing about.

“You know what, I think I preferred what you said before that,” Harry sighed, ruffling a brown tuft of hair on top of her head.

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from this day on, lottie never stops swearing whenever harry does. think the missus might have to give him a talking to about that.