CEO!Calum having to go on a business trip. He told you -his wife- before and you wished he didn’t have to. He was so busy with his business that it seemed like he sometimes forgets he has a family. But of course you let him go, he’s come so far with your help, you couldn’t hold him back. So that morning he checked himself in the mirror one last time, stroking with his hand in which his parents’ initials were inked into his soft skin over his dark blue suit once more. He sighed, grabbing his suitcase before walking down the stairs into the huge lobby which had marble tiles and huge green plants that gave the light-flooded room a welcoming flair. And while he was on his way down his little girl would appear, stopping in front of the stairs with her doll in her hand. She looked incredible with her pink dress and the beautiful braid you made this morning. And when she asked “Daddy you’re leaving?” with tears in her brown eyes Calum kneeled down in front of stroking a strand of her black hair behind her ear. He nodded sadly.
“But…you promised to bring me to school” and Calum sighed.
There were so many people starring at the tall, tanned handsome man who looked so important in his suit and his suitcase. Nobody had seen him before but some said that this was Mr. Calum Hood, the husband of Y/N Hood and CEO of Hood Entreprises. And they couldn’t believe that he wasn’t as cold as they expected but bend down to the little girl who was holding his hand and kissed her forehead sweetly. “Have a nice day, princess” he said loudly, waving after her before disappearing from the peoples’ eyes by entering his private jet

Harry Styles #4

“You’re cancelling again?” She asked disappointed. Her eyes were sad and her heart aching. This was the fifth night in a row where he had to cancel their dinner plans.

“I’m so sorry, babe. You know how important this is to me,” he said and felt how the guilt was eating him up.  

“It’s okay. I-I understand,” she whispered, her eyes not meeting his, “I’ll just go to bed. Goodnight, Harry,” she spoke in a voice so soft and so fragile that it made his heart sink. He had hurt her; he had hurt her badly. All he wanted was to embrace her, kiss her, make love to her and apologize for being the worst boyfriend but instead he watched her disappear into their shared bedroom.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“Y/N, babe. Can we please talk for a minuet?” He asked, stepping into their bedroom. 

She was sitting on her side of the bed, her back against him. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts; it hung lose around her small, reaching down to her mid thighs and her long and soft hair was in a ponytail.

“There’s really not much to talk about, Harry,” she said, closing her eyes not wanting to cry in front of him.

“Please, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” He stepped closer to the bed, her back still against him; silence now filled the room.

“Babe, please. Just talk to me.” 

“What do you want me to say, Harry? You keep cancelling all the time. It’s not me, it’s you.” 

“I know, I know. I just want you to talk to me, Y/N. I miss you,” he sighed, “Just tell me how I can fix this.”

“I shouldn’t be the one to tell, Harry. But I’m tired. I’m so tired and hurt,” she whispered, “I know how important this is to you, but I’m important too, okay. You can’t just forget about me and leave me here, Harry. It doesn’t work like that.” She was now facing him, tears rolling down her cheeks and it made his heart break. He leaned over to reach her; he needed her in his arms. He needed to hold her, to soothe her, to tell her that everything was going to be okay but when he carefully touched her cheek to wipe away her tears, she flinched away.

“Don’t push me away, love. Let me hold you. Let me make things up to you,” he pleaded, his voice sounding desperate.

“I’m tired, Harry. Can you please sleep on the couch tonight?” She sniffled.

“Y/N, please. Don’t do this. We can fix this, okay? I’m so fucking sorry, babe,” he apologized, trying to reach her again.

“Harry, don’t,” she spoke, her voice sounding small as she held up her hand as a sign for him to stop.

“Please, do as I ask,” she begged and looked up at him with such sad eyes.

“Okay. I guess I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” he said in defeat and he grabbed his pillow and his duvet and tucked it under his arm before leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead.  

“I love you.”

“I know. I love you too.”

Dad&Daddy || OneShot

Tytu艂: Dad & Daddy

Motto: L+H= WMDGD

Autorka: Messy

Inspiracja: Serial rodzinka. pl oraz moje osobiste do艣wiadczenia z moj膮, nie do ko艅ca normaln膮, rodzin膮 :D

Liczba s艂贸w: 3 316

Pairing: Louis/Harry

Kategorie: Louis!38, Harry!36, Alexander!17, Dona!15, Yves!8, family!fic, larry as parents

Opis: - Czyli co? Dop贸ki 偶yj臋 to jest okej, tak?

- Nie to mia艂em na my艣li - zaczyna t艂umaczy膰 si臋 Harry.

- Wal si臋, Styles, nie chcesz by膰 ze mn膮 pochowany, dobrze, prosz臋 ci臋 bardzo, ale nie my艣l, 偶e dostaniesz dzisiaj kolacj臋 - warczy, wychodz膮c z jadalni i zostawiaj膮c ot臋pia艂ych rodzic贸w oraz swojego ma艂偶onka.

Albo jest to AU w kt贸rym jest mn贸stwo 艣miechu, zabawnych sytuacji rodzinnych oraz dzieci z imionami po s艂awnych projektantach. Witajcie w takim razie w 艣wiecie rodziny Styles!

Od autorki: I oto jest shot z Larrym jako rodzicami! Naprawd臋 艣wietnie mi si臋 to pisa艂o i mam nadziej臋, 偶e Wam si臋 spodoba!

Rodzina Styles to naprawd臋 taka sama rodzina jakich wiele w Wielkiej Brytanii. Maj膮 ca艂kiem spory dom, zwa偶aj膮c na tr贸jk臋 dzieci, kolejno od najstarszego, siedemnastoletniego Alexandra, poprzez 艣rodkow膮 dziewczyn臋 o imieniu Donatella, ale jako, 偶e nienawidzi tego jak j膮 jej ojciec pokara艂 takim imieniem, ka偶e m贸wi膰 na siebie Dona i w 偶adnym wypadku pe艂nym imieniem, bo udusi ci臋 w nocy, ko艅cz膮c na o艣mioletnim Yvesie, kt贸ry jest oczkiem w g艂owie tatusia.

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