Harry slid the worn out and hole-y t-shirt over his head, covering his cold chest. It wasn’t that the room was freezing cold, it was the fact he’d come from under the constraints of the duvet and your body into an environment which was a little cooler. His eyes scanned the dark room as he looked for a pair of pyjama bottoms, his feet shuffling along the floor in order to feel around for the soft material. He could hear the snuffled cries and whines coming from the hallway, baby cries soon filling the room as he panicked for a while. His head turned to look over at your sleeping figure, just a lump under the duvet in the visible light shuffling amongst the sheets to find another source of warmth.
He knew you were tired. He was home late the previous night, having to stay behind at the studio in order to finish off recording and writing. You understood that he needed to stay behind, but having a crying baby keeping you up was difficult. He wanted to come home, back to you and his little girl to have a snuggle and a film night with pizza and wine. Instead he was in a studio. A stuffy, hot and boring studio filled with writers and recording crew. You insisted he stayed to complete his work, even with his constant whining about staying later.
He figured that taking the night routine would be enough to make up for it. He knew you were grateful for that. He’d taken the day off the following day, in order to take some of the pressure away from you. The boys understood, the recording crew understood and he promised them he’d still keep his mind set somewhere upon continuing the newest song they were writing.
He felt the atmosphere change as he moved from the bedroom to the chilly hallway. His bare arms becoming exposed to the chills, creating goosebumps to rise up on his arms. His hairs standing on end. The cries were getting louder the closer he got to the room, and he could feel his heart aching. His chest was tightening as his hand curled around the handle of the door, pushing the slightly ajar door open further. The pink nursery came into view, with the white nightlight in the corner of the room being the source of light so he could see where he was going. The blinds were pulled down, and the barely inaudible mobile hanging above the cot was playing soft music to lull his baby girl to sleep.
“Hello, my little one. How’s daddy’s favourite girl?” Harry wondered, as he leant over the cot, her cries loud and squealing. “Hey, hey. Come on, darling. Stop all this crying, hm. Daddy’s got you, Darcy” He whispered, as he placed his hands at either side of her body. He shifted her weight onto his chest, with a hand placed beneath her bottom, his other resting on her back. “Oh, baby. Is someone a little grumpy?” Harry chuckled softly, as he moved over to the rocking chair beside the blind-covered window. His back cracked as he hunched over to sit down, a whine and a hiss leaving his lips. This only made Darcy cry more, and he felt like he didn’t know what to do.
“Darcy, hey, it’s okay” Harry whispered, as he ran his thumb over her back. The onesie she had on her body was soft beneath the pad of his thumb, and the fleece was beginning to loose its tightness from where she’d worn it so much. It was a gift from Louis when she was born 3 weeks back, something he’d brought in the day following your labour. “Darcy, baby. Please” He whispered, a slight beg in his tone. “Daddy loves you, little one. So much. And mummy loves you too” He carried on, her cries lessening softly. “Your mummy made me so proud when she brought you into the world. We’ve had you for 3 weeks now, and we couldn’t have even asked for anything different. You,” he whispered, as he tapped at Darcy’s button nose softly, “you are my precious baby girl, and you’re stuck with me as your daddy for life” He chuckled, as Darcy’s cries lessened, the room falling silent.
That’s the noise he liked. When he could heard her jagged breaths and his breath melding together.
“Good girl, poppet. That’s good, hmm? You just wanted some cuddles with daddy, didn’t you?” Harry grinned, as her face nuzzled into his neck. The side of her head tucked underneath his jaw. He could feel her breathing against his neck, her warm breath giving him a sense of warmth inside. “You smell delightful, poppet. I could just eat you up” He chuckled, his chest rumbling as he let out soft puffs through his nose.
He’d always looked forward to having his own baby. To have a baby with the love of his life was a jackpot, and he didn’t want anything to change. He was lucky to have been blessed with you for most of his life, growing up with you. You knew he wanted a baby, you knew he wanted marriage, and you knew he wanted a normal job after One Direction. You’d supported his career fully, and you always made sure to go to every show possible. He took you on tour with him, he took you to award shows with him, and he even took you to LA with him on his off days.
He’d always looked forward to having that baby smell fill the house, with the smell of powdered milk and baby shampoo mixing together. It was a smell he’d grown accustomed to from tour, when he’d taken occasional nights to look after Lux when she was a baby. He had plenty of practice for parenthood, and he knew he was ready for whatever life would bring him.
With you by his side, the two of you could conquer anything.
His side of the bed was cold when you awoke. Your eyes trying to adjust to the bright sunlight shining into the room. The pale green walls of the bedroom were illuminated and bright, and your eyes just couldn’t adjust much. They stung from the still lac of sleep, and you felt like you should sleep for a thousand years for you to regain the strength.
You had felt him move in the middle of the night. The sheets rustling together had woken you, but you’d fallen asleep quicker than when you’d awoke. The cries had been distant in your ears, when usually they’d have been loud and ringing. Maybe it was because Harry was on night duty? For that, you were grateful.
He’d been a true sport throughout your pregnancy with him running out and getting your cravings, even if it was the middle of the night. He’d sit with you, whilst your head was lodged into the toilet bowl as you threw up the contents from the previous dinner. He’d been there for you when you needed a back massage and when your feet needed some soothing rubs. He’d run baths for you, and occasionally sit in them with you. He loved to just be close with you, in awe at your growing bump.
He was an even bigger sport when you’d gone into labour. He’d been on full alert the whole morning. He could sense it, before you even could. He had the baby bag packed neatly in the corner of the bedroom with another bag resting beside it with things that either he or you would need. He’d packed a book for you, and he’d loaded his iPad up with movies so you could snuggle on the hospital bed whilst you were going through the contraction period. He promised, on your wedding day, that he’d be there for you no matter what.
And he had lived up to that vow.
You kicked the duvet from your body, your legs stretching out from under a pair of Harry’s boxer shorts you slept in. They were baggy and loose, and he hated that you nicked them. Because they were his favourite pair. You’d had them since you’d fallen pregnant, and he didn’t have the heart to take them from you. As your feet his the carpet, you could hear him talking through the baby monitor. His voice deep and raspy.
“Good morning, my little one. Did you have a good sleep on daddy, hm?” You heard him wonder, with a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “The things you do to daddy, huh? You’re going to have me wrapped around your finger, you are” He stated, and your ears perked up as you heard the soft coo leave your daughters mouth.
“Shall we go and get some breakfast, hm? We won’t wake mummy up just yet. We can have some cuddles on the sofa” You heard him say, as you stood from your sitting position on the bed. “Come on then, poppet. I can hear your belly grumbling” Harry laughed, as you felt your chest twang with love. When he called her poppet, it made your heart melt. He’d forever been wanting a baby to do that with.
As you moved from the bed to the door, you heard his soft footsteps emerge from the nursery. The door creaked open as you pulled it back, and his figure emerged. “Oh look, mummy’s awake” He grinned, as he shuffled across the floor to where you were stood.
“Hi, mister. You didn’t come back to bed. I missed you” You whispered, as you leant up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His lips were dry and you could smell his slight morning breath. “Are you going for breakfast? I can make it. I need to feed Darcy anyway. You must be tired. Go back to bed” You smiled, as he shook his head. A grin on his lips. His tongue ran over his lips, and his hair fell over his face.
“No, I’m okay. I want to spend the few hours with my little one. You go back to bed. You look like you need it, honey” Harry muttered, as he felt Darcy drool against his shoulder. “Oh, thank you, poppet. Daddy’s t-shirt is not edible. Don’t you eat that” He chuckled, as your hand cupped his elbow.
“Harry, you must be exhausted. Please” You begged, as he shook his head. His lips pressing to your forehead as your arm ran up to his bicep. “Harry…”
“Baby, I’m fine. I promise. I slept fine last night. Don’t worry” He stated, as he walked passed you. His feet beginning to descend down the stairs. “Go back to bed, and I’ll bring you a friend breakfast up. You need to sleep, baby. I can see it in your eyes” Harry smiled, as he looked back.
“I’m perfectly fine, Harry” You muttered, as he chuckled lightly. He continued to walk down the steps, and you could hear Darcy begin to whine at the sudden change of atmosphere. “Harry.. I can have her up here. I can feed her while you make breakfast” You suggested, as you began to walk down the steps. His body appeared from around the corner, a shake of his head stopping you.
“Go to bed. I can feed her, and burp her, and stuff. I’ll bring her up when breakfast has nearly finished, then I’ll come down and get it” He smiled, as he walked off against. The kitchen door opening in the distance.
(Sophia’s texts, (Y/N)’s texts)
You knew he loved Darcy.
Anyone would be stupid to think he disliked having a baby. He was true father material, yet you thought he hadn’t grasped that you needed his help as well. You didn’t want to say you were jealous, per say. But you were a little down that he’d take her from you when he had the chance.
You situated yourself on the bed, the pillow resting against the headboard as you sat upright. Your legs crossed with your laptop resting on your lap. Your phone was sat beside you on the white material, occasionally beeping away with messages and Instagram tags from Gemma and Anne. Your eyes cast down to the message shining away at the bottom of the screen, with ‘Sophia’ beside it.
Hey, you! I need to see you today. Liam’s out. Apparently him and Harry have organised a day out to go golfing with Niall, or something. Leaving me alone. I was thinking you and little Darcy could come and hang with me. x
You proceeded to text away at the screen, your nails tapping softly against the glass.
Harry hasn’t mentioned anything about that. He told me he was taking care of Darcy all day. Apparently, he’s making up for the night they stayed at the studio into the early hours of the morning. I’m sure me and Darce could pop over for a few hours. I’ll need to back though, as Gemma’s popping over for dinner. xx
You could sense Sophia’s lips curving into a smile as she scanned the message. She loved seeing you, and she loved seeing Darcy just as much. She was well loved in your little group of friends, and they spoilt her rotten. Liam and Sophia had the tendency to buy her cute little shoes and dresses, whilst Louis brought her onesies and baby football kits. Niall had yet to spoil her, but you had a feeling he was waiting for the toddler/schooling stage. So he could treat her to ice-cream and pizza and take her out for the evenings.
Yay. I think they were only going for a couple of hours anyway. I don’t know. Liam was like ‘I’m off golfing with the lads today’ and he went into the shower. That was it. I think Harry’s picking them up anyway, so he can drop you off here and pick you up after. If not, I’ll drop you home. Liam had insisted we installed a baby seat for her. Harry told everyone of us too. x
You laughed softly, and shook your head.
Only Harry would do that. He’ll probably take her golfing with him. He’s not been able to put her down. I feel like I barely spend any time with her at the minute. He knows I pump milk for the morning feeds, so he takes that as an advantage to keeping hold of her. I’ll persuade him to let me have her… x
As you waited for her to send a message back, the door creaked open and Harry appeared in the doorway. You babbling little girl was settled in the crook of his arm as she gripped at his t-shirt. You smile as you settled up more, and held your hands out for her. You watched as Harry’s bare feet padded across the carpeted floor, the smell of bacon grease coming from his body. You pushed the laptop from your legs, closing the lid and resting it on the bed beside you.
“Here we go, poppet. Have some cuddles with mummy, and then I’ll be back” He smiled, as he laid her on the bed in between your now stretched legs. “Breakfast will be done shortly. I’ll bring it up soon” He smiled, and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Oh, I’m taking Darcy out with me today. Me and Liam are heading to meet Niall for a golfing session. Figured I’d take her to see them” He smiled, as he patted your knee softly, before dragging his fingers across Darcy’s full belly.
“Yeah.. Sophia told me” You smiled, as placed a hand over his. His fingers bare from the rings he’d usually have on. “I was thinking of taking Darcy to see Soph. She’s hasn’t seen Darcy in a while” You stated, as Harry flashed a frown softly before he gave you a soft smile. “What was that frown for?”
“I didn’t frown..” He argued, as he removed his hand from your knee.
“You did. What was it for?”
“It’s just.. Niall really wanted to take her golfing. Liam’s just tagging along, and I felt like I couldn’t leave them both alone with her” Harry suggested, as he walked towards the door. “They were really looking forward to seeing her” He added, as his hand curled around the door handle.
“Why can’t I have her for the day?” You wondered, before you thought what you’d said. Have her for the day? It made it sound like you were sharing her between you both. It made you think that she was Harry’s possession. He’d have her nearly all day.
“Have her for the day? Babe, that sounded a bit weird” He chuckled, as you frowned at his. Your eyebrows furrowing. You felt Darcy curl her hands around your fingers, before letting them go. “I planned to take her for the day. I didn’t think you’d mind. I thought you would have wanted to sleep. Or have a relaxing day alone” Harry muttered, as you scoffed lightly.
“Just, go and get breakfast Harry” You hissed lightly, your lips pursing into a tight line as you heard the door creak open and shut swiftly behind his leaving figure. Darcy wiggled around on the bed between your legs as you reached for your phone.
Harry’s upset. He’s taking Darcy for the day. I’m sorry. I don’t feel like arguing about this. I’m sure we can stay for a while after, so you can have some time with her. xx
You could hear the clanging of pots and pans coming from downstairs, along with a clang of plates jostling together.
That’s alright, babe. Don’t worry. If you feel like you’re never spending time with her, tell him. Harry will understand. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. I’ll see you around lunchtime. We can head off out for lunch maybe. xx
He walked back into the room, with two trays in his hands. Cups of orange juice resting in the corner. He placed his tray on the bedside table, before you took Darcy from your lap. You felt Harry settle on his side of the bed, pulling his pillow out from behind him so Darcy could rest against it.
“There we go, darling” You whispered, as you placed her gently against the pillow, her legs kicking out. You took the tray from Harry’s grasp and placed it on your lap, your fingers reaching for the fork. “Thank you..” You muttered, as he looked at you. His eyebrows furrowed.
“Have I done something? Or are you just tired?” He wondered, as you scoffed lightly. And let out a half-hearted laugh. “I’m seriously beginning to think I’ve done something, and I’ve not a clue what” Harry began to wonder, a sigh leaving his lips. “Just tell me” He begged, as he turned to face you. His knee bending whilst his other stayed resting over the side of the bed.
“You’re taking our daughter away from me. I feel everytime I have to do something for her, you do it” You sighed, and ran your free hand through your hair. You closed your eyes as you heard him groan softly.
“Are you angry that you didn’t feed her this morning? Because you pumped milk last night and I didn’t want it to go to waste. I’m sorry” He apologized, and looked at your scrunched face. “What else is there? I’m just doing what a father should do! I thought I was doing it right!” He stated, his voice getting louder as he stated each sentence.
“It’s not just about this morning, Harry! You bathe her all the time, you change her nappy all the time. Even when I say I can do it. You insist I should rest. When I want to take her out, you worry that something will happy and that you feel safer when you are with her” You sighed, and drop your fork to the tray on your lap. “You’re like mother and father all in one! All your missing is a pair of boobs. Then you can feed her yourself. Then you’ll have the perfect body image and behaviour to be both!” You hissed, as you pushed the tray away from you and stood up.
“I didn’t know tha-”
“You didn’t know because you figured I’d be okay with it! I feel I never get to hold my own daughter because you want to have her close” You pushed forward, and watched as he placed his fork down on his tray. His hand was curling around the glass of orange juice. His eyes cast on the orange liquid. “I just want time with her! But I can’t because you’re always there! Begging to hold her. Taking her from me when she’s clearly happy with me!” You shouted, as you stomped over to the bathroom. Cries were soon heard, and you sighed softly.
Your eyes closed before you turned round. You watched as Harry’s saddened face picked up your distressed daughter, her body resting against his chest as she cried into his shoulder. You could see Harry’s bottom lip tremble, as he stood from the bed. His hips swaying as he walked around the room slowly.
“Don’t, (Y/N). I get it. You’re jealous that she needs to be watched. I’m trying to help you” He whispered, panicking that if he spoke any louder his voice would crack and the tears would start. “You went through so much this past year, and I wanted to help you. You carried her for 9 months, with sleep-deprived nights. I wanted to help you. That’s all” He mentioned, as he looked to you. You could see his eyes glassy and glossing over, and you knew you’d mucked up. “I’m sorry for trying to be a good husband. I’ll let you suffer. You know? I’ll watch you break down because it gets too stressful” He hissed, as he picked his tray up with his free hand.
“Harry.. I’m sorry..” You whispered, a tear dripping down your cheek. “I didn’t mean it. I understand th-”
“I don’t want to hear it. I’m taking her with me to golf, and you can go to Sophia. I need to get out of here for a while. I’m sparing you the stress of taking care of her for a day. Because I am a good husband, and I know you need it” Harry hissed, as he opened the door with his knee.
Your tears fell as you heard his heavy footsteps descend down the stairs. You’d truely mucked up. You needed to fix it.
You shuffled against the back cushion of the sofa, Sophia’s hands coming into view with a mug of tea nestled between them. “I’m sorry I haven’t been good company” You whispered, as she smiled softly. Her body sitting down beside you as she placed a hand on your forearm.
“It’s okay, babe. It’s been good to see you anyway. When Liam and Harry get back, we’ll take Darcy so you guys can talk. Liam’s been texting me saying how Harry’s been moping around. We’ll get this sorted. Or should I say, you’ll get this sorted” She smiled, and passed you your mug.
“Thanks Soph. You’re incredible, you know that?” You smiled, as you rested the rim of the mug on your lips. The steam fanned your face, and the smell of lemon filled your nose. “Lemon tea. You remembered to buy some this time” You winked, and nudged your knee with hers.
“I did. I remembered” She grinned triumphantly, and reached for a biscuit on the plate on the coffee table. “How is motherhood anyway? Liam’s been telling me about how Harry won’t shut up about how good it looks on you” She laughed, as you blushed softly.
You set your mug down on the table, and looked to her. A warm smile on your face. “It’s so good. I mean, getting to hold a baby in your arms is incredible. But holding your own baby in your arms is just heartwarming and amazing” You sighed, as Sophia grinned widely. “Harry’s been a star. He really has. And I shouldn’t have given him an outburst. He’s been amazing” You sighed, as you heard a car door open and shut from outside.
“Speaking of Harry…” Sophia grinned, as she heard Liam’s key in the door. “I mean it. We’ll give you some space, and you can talk” She smiled, as she stood from her place on the sofa. You heard the door open, and deep chatter coming from the front door area. “Liam, hey. How was golf? Sounds like you had a good time” Sophia laughed as the three men came into view. Liam’s hand was curled around the baby carrier, with a wide awake Darcy strapped into it. “There’s my cute little niece!” Sophia squealed as she fell to her knees and cooed over the small newborn in the carrier.
“She’s a born golfer, ya’know?” Niall grinned, as he pulled you into a hug. “No matter what Louis says, she’s going to be a golfer” He grinned, as he pressed a kiss to your head. Your eyes cast over his shoulder, to see Harry standing there with a soft smile on his lips. His eyes trained to yours. “Go see him, love. He’s been moping all day” Niall sighed, as he let you go. His arms falling to his sides. You walked over to your husband, his hands outstretched and ready for you to take them.
“Let’s go outside. Let them coo over Darce” Harry chuckled, as he pulled you outside the front door.Closing it slightly so you could get back in if necessary.
“Talk to me..” Harry whispered, as he squeezed your hand tightly. His eyes were looking at you intently, with his lips parted slightly. “I need to know how you feel. Because I can stop the way I am acting, and focus on how I should be acting” He stated, as you cupped his cheeks in your hands.
“Just shut up talking, Harry Styles” You whispered, and pulled his head down to yours. His lips mere inches from your lips. “I love you. You don’t need to change for anything. You are being the best father in the world, and I’m not going to change that” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“But, you’re upset that I do everything for Darcy. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done all of that. She needs a mothers nurture, and I can’t do both” Harry muttered, as you ran your fingers through his hair. It was soft and bouncy and felt like feathers against your skin. “I’m not going to try and even think about taking her. You are the most amazing woman, and she needs you in her life” Harry grinned, as his hands cupped your hips.
“Sweet talking me now, huh?” You winked, and felt your cheeks flush as you felt his lips against your neck. “I’m sorry about my outburst this morning. You’re the best person, and you’re the best husband, and your the best daddy ever and Darcy is so lucky to have you” You smiled, as nuzzled your face into his shoulder as his lips worked their way down your skin.
“You, Mrs Styles, have made me the proudest husband in the world. Now, I think we should go in there and have some cuddles with our baby. Because you deserve it. I’ll cook the dinner tonight for mum, Gem and Robin, and you can have some time with Darce. Because I love you” He smiled, as pressed a kiss to your nose.
“I love you so much, (Y/N)..”