Diary- Harry Styles Imagine

You were tired. You were tired of him ignoring you. You were tired of him not talking to you. You were tired of not being able to sleep. You just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before the fight even started. 

You sighed and rubbed your eyes before walking up the steps to your guys’ shared bedroom. You pouted when you saw the spot next to yours on the bed was empty. Well, not empty since your guys’ dog, minx, was there. But, to you, it was still empty.

After every fight, you knew Harry would go to his moms. He wouldn’t go to a bar. He wouldn’t go to Louis’ flat. Or any of the boys’ flat. His mom would always come over to talk to you after the fights, but today was different. She didn’t come at all. You were confused, but glad that you got time to yourself.

You stripped out of your clothes and threw on Harry’s Forrest green obsession sweater, leaving you with your underwear under it, stopping mid-thigh.

You turned off the lights and climbed into bed, cuddling with his pillow since he wasn’t here to cuddle with you.

But you couldn’t sleep. You can’t sleep without him by your side and it’s killing you. Little did you know, it was killing him to. He had a permanent frown on his face, snuggling closer to his mom, who was running her fingers through his hair.

Anne’s heart broke when she saw her baby boy sobbing on her couch when she got home from work. She dropped everything that was in her hands and wrapped her arms around Harry, rubbing his back while whispering to him that everything will be alright. Even she didn’t know what happened.

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Zayn would drive all the little girls to ballet. He’d smile at them and be his silent self as the little five and six year olds chattered on about block stealing and cootie catching. “You’re not to date until I’m dead, Miss Malik,” he’d say knowingly to his daughter, Avery, as she gossiped. She’d roll her eyes pretending she was much older than she actually was. The girls loved Zayn’s car rides. Maybe its because he looked badass with his leather, sunglasses and tattoos. Maybe it’s because the music he played was cooler than all the other cars. “Uncle Zayn?” Princess Lacey Payne would ask. “Yes, darling?” He’d ask. “Will you be my boyfriend?” She’d ask. Zayn would smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” “Why do you want to marry my daddy?” Zayn’s little girl would pout at her friend. “He has cool music and he can drive and has tattoos,” she’d roll her eyes. “So does Uncle Liam,” Avery would protest. Zayn would smirk in the rear view and smile at each of the girls as he lifted them up kissing each of their cheeks before they skipped into the dance studio. He’d hold his princess in his arms a moment longer. “Don’t worry, angel, I love you,” he’d whisper. “You’re all mine,” he’d promise and kiss her cheek, forehead, and jaw before ushering her off to ballet. “I love you too, Daddy!” She’d call back to him with a giant smile on her face.


“Well, you can’t hit a girl,” he’d say carefully. He knew cooties better than anyone. He’d tried asking one girl out for years and repeatedly was rejected. “But Uncle Louis, she pinched me!” Niall’s little boy, Deaglan whined. “That just means she likes you,” he’d tell you. “Is she cute?” He’d ask. Niall’s son groaned. “No! Girls are icky!” He’d shout. “Except Darcy,” Deaglan sighed dreamily. Louis would watch as his son, Tommy, would smile shyly out the window. “Darcy’s perfect,” Tommy would say knowingly. “Oh really?” Louis would snicker. “And how would you know what perfect is, boys?” he’d ask as he drove the boys to soccer practice. “Because Uncle Harry calls Auntie perfect all the time. And Auntie is Darcy’s mum, so she has to be perfect,” Tommy would explain. Deaglan would nod knowingly. Louis would smirk and nod. “Alright lads, well, neither of you are allowed to touch Darcy.” “Daddy?” Tommy would ask. “Yes?” He’d ask looking in the rear view at his son. “Can I marry Darcy?” He’d ask. Louis would smile. “You’d have to ask her. And Uncle Harry, but you have my blessing.” Deaglan would be rolling his soccer ball around in his lap anxious to get to practice. “Uncle Louis, Darcy’s playing soccer too!” He’d say excitedly. “If she’s anything like her father, you should be careful around her, she’ll be just as clumsy as Uncle Harry,” he’d laugh. The boys would get out and Darcy would come running over to Louis and Tommy. “Hi Tommy,” she’d say shyly. “Hi Darcy,” he’d say sweetly. “Can you be my partner or are you going to play with Deaglan and his friends?” “I’ll play with you,” he’d promise. Louis would squat down and whisper in Tommy’s ear, “take her hand and don’t let go, buddy,” he’d wink and kiss the top of Tommy’s head. “Have fun, guys. Bye, kitty,” he’d smile at Harry’s little girl as she ran off with his son, who defended her honor when he was told he would get cooties by playing with her.


Lacey was thirteen and Liam was still un-thrilled at the thought of leaving her at the movies, alone, with boys, and just her friends. Liam had picked up Avery, Niahm, Claire, and Darcy and began lecturing. “Daddy, they’re like our brothers…” Lacey would roll her eyes. “Except Tommy,” Avery would giggle shyly. “Shut up!” Darcy would say turning bright red. “I just don’t want you girls to get hurt. You have to be careful, okay?” He’d ask and look at each of them. “Promise?” He’d ask. They’d all nod. “You know Aiden’s going to be here right Daddy?” Lacey would ask. “I know,” he’d mumble. And though he was grateful his son was going to take care of Lacey, he did treasure his “nieces.” How could he not? He’d protect Niahm to his death; that was Niall’s little girl. He wouldn’t live if she got hurt. Same for all the girls; no matter how badass like her dad Avery thought she was, or how strong Claire was like Louis, and caring Darcy was like Harry, those girls were little in his eyes and he didn’t want them to get hurt. And yeah, there was bit of leeway considering each daughter had one or two brothers that would take care of them and protect them from their own friends, Liam couldn’t help but worry about his princesses. He couldn’t let them grow up. Avery had a crush on Liam when she was little, how could she grow up to like Aiden? Sure he loved his son. “Daddy, you’re going to miss the theater!” Lacey would say suddenly bursting Liam out of his trance. He’d pull to the theater but notice Niall has yet to arrive with the boys and he desperately wanted to make sure the girls were safe so he’d wait. “Be careful, please?” He’d ask. “Don’t go to the bathroom alone, don’t take drinks from strangers, and stay together?” He’d ask softly. The girls would nod. “It’s the movies, Daddy, not a bar.” The four girls in the back would get out and Liam would lightly hold Lacey’s hand. “Be careful please, angel?” He’d whisper. She’d smile. “Of course, Daddy,” she’d say sweetly. “Don’t worry, Uncle Louis told me I’m just like you. I’m the mom of the group, so everyone will be fine,” she’d promise. Liam would grin and kiss Lacey’s forehead. “I love you, sweetheart.” “I love you too, Daddy,” she’d squeeze his hand and head into the theater.


He drove Niahm and Darcy home from school each afternoon. He loved to see each of them, happy to know they made it. One day in particular, Darcy was quite quiet. “What’s the matter, kitty?” Niall’d ask using her nickname that Harry had given her since the day she was born. They were seventeen now, but they were still babies in Niall’s eyes. “Tommy broke up with her,” Niahm would whisper softly. Niall would glance at Darcy in the rear view. Her green eyes that looked just like his best friend’s. And when Harry cried, it made Niall feel awful–just the same, he felt awful when Harry’s little girl cried. “I’m so sorry, Darce,” he’d whisper. “I can kill him, if you want,” Niall would offer seriously. Darcy would giggle through her tears and smile. “Thank you Uncle Niall, but I’m perfectly okay with him being alive as long as he’s happy. "You’re such a good person, Darce,” Niahm would murmur. “I would let Daddy kill him,” she’d say knowingly. “Uncle Niall isn’t capable of killing someone,” Darcy would roll her eyes. “Much less Tommy Tomlinson.” Niall would smile and snicker. “I’ll see what I can do,” he’d offer. “I’m sure, Louis would gladly kill his son for you, kitty,” he’d wink at Darcy. Darcy would giggle again. “You guys are so mean to the boys,” she’d say quietly. She felt so bad that she was cared for more than the boys. She wasn’t anything special, even though, everyone told her she was. “Well, for you my love, I would kill him,” Niall would offer again. She’d nod. “Thanks Uncle Niall,” she’d mumble as Niall pulled up to Harry’s home. Darcy got out at the same time Louis peeled in and yanked his son out the door. Aiden would snicker as Tommy was dragged up to the front door. Harry came over and Niahm would laugh. Harry’s eyes would jump from Tommy to Darcy and then to Niall. Harry would roll his eyes and pull Darcy to his body and usher her in the house. “You’re gonna pay for that one,” Niahm would call out to Tommy. “I tried warning you!” Aiden would call out as well. Niall would laugh and Tommy would sigh as he went into the house. “Princess?” Niall would ask his daughter. “Yes, Daddy?” She’d ask. “No getting married until I’m dead.” She’d roll her eyes and peck Niall’s cheek. “Of course, Daddy,” she’d smile.


Harry’s little boy was excited for his first day of kindergarten but also more nervous than he could ever explain to his father. “I know you’re nervous bud, but Rosy will be there,” he’d say knowingly. “And Claire is going to come volunteer in the middle of the day so you can talk to her,” he’d remind him of his older “cousin.” “But Daddy, what if the others don’t like me?” “Why wouldn’t they like you, buddy?” Harry would wonder. He’d shrug. Harry picked Zayn’s second son Lucas up and  headed for school. “How about you, buddy? You nervous?” Harry would ask. He’d nod shyly. “Alright lads, here’s what you do,” he’d smirk. “You walk up to a pretty girl and say, "do you have a blue crayon I could borrow?”“ He’d say. "Then smile at them and compliment their hair,” he’d wink. “Works every time.” “Daddy, you’re not seriously giving six year olds dating advice are you?” Darcy would ask from the front seat. Lucas would smile as his pretty “cousin” spoke. Darcy would turn in her seat and smile. “Lukey, you be yourself and play with Riley, okay?” She’d tell him and smile at her brother. “Riley, kindergarten is great, and Daddy’s right, Claire will be there and if you’re scared she’ll help you, okay?” She’d smile pleasantly. “Have a nice day, boys,” Darcy would smile at them as she left the car. “Alright, lads,” Harry would grin. “You ready?” He’d ask. “It’s not so bad and Uncle Niall’s going to take you guys to football practice when school gets out, alright?” he’d ask. Louis’s youngest daughter Jess, would greet the boys with Liam’s little girl Rosy. Riley would jump out to hold Rosy’s hand and suddenly he was no longer nervous. “Riley Styles, get your hand off Rosy,” Harry would order. “It’s okay Uncle Harry, we’re married,” Rosy would smile happily. Harry would roll his eyes. “Your daddy is not going to be happy, Miss Payne.” “He’ll live,” she’d say maturely. Harry would laugh and look at his little boy. “You’ll be fine, mate,” he’d wink at him. Riley would walk up to his daddy and tug on his pant leg. Harry would kneel down and Riley’s eyes would fill with tears. “Hey, none of that, it’ll be fine,” Harry would promise. Riley sniffed and nodded bravely as Harry held him tightly for a few seconds. “Mumma and I will see you after football okay?” He’d ask his son. “Rosy,” Harry would murmur. “Yes, Uncle Harry?” “You’re in charge,” he’d dub. “Be nice, alright?” He’d ask with a gentle smile. “Okay Uncle Harry,” she’d grin and take hold of Riley’s hand. He’d grin and wave as he left the toddlers to their adventures on he playground.

  • niall: hahahaha bro ahaha will u marry me hahaha?
  • harry: yeSssSSSsSs
  • harry: ive waited for this moment all my life
  • harry: finally the day has arrived niall i love u
  • harry: omg i need to call mum and tell her omg niall can we have a disney themed wedding
  • harry: i can be ur cinderella and ur my prince charming this is perfect niall our wedding is gonna be--
  • niall: harry uhm
  • niall: fuck
  • niall: i didnt mean to say th--
  • niall: eh
  • niall: alright