#daddry | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

zayndrivesmeinvain · 9 months

Text

The One that Got Away - Part 2

A.N. - Part 2 is here!! Thank you to everyone who is enjoying this story thus far... please don't be scared to drop in comments, anons, questions, etc! Thank you for all of the support. xo!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: We get into Harry's head - the day he has been longing for is finally here - his year long-term girlfriend finally gets to meet the two most important girls in his life: his mother & his daughter. However, Harry wonders if it's going to go as perfect as he hopes or will there be bumps along the rode?

Word Count: 4.9K

***********************************************************************

Harry

The Day has come, Elizabeth is not only meeting my parents but also my biggest pride and joy, Aria. It’s almost as though the universe is on my side - it’s at the tail end of summer where the humidity and heat are nearing the end but it’s still too hot outside during the day. I informed Alena that I will be picking Aria up around 11:00 AM so that way I can spend some time with Aria before we go to my parents and then I can go pick up Elizabeth.

I stretch my arms across my bed and grab my phone off of my nightstand - the bright phone illuminating my very dark bedroom. My phone clearly reads 6:32 AM, which gives me some time to clean my place up, run some errands, go to the gym and then go pick up my Angel.

Once I unlock my phone I see some notifications and emails that came through last night from some employees that include some scheduling changes, new possible clients, updates on current clients, etc. as well as two texts from my parents expressing their excitement to see Aria tonight as well as finally meet Elizabeth.

The day went by quickly, I started my day off by cleaning around the house and putting on fresh clean sheets for my Angel. Aria's room is princess themed, pale pink walls with a plush toddler bed filled with pillows and stuffed animals. She insisted that pictures of her and her stuffed animals be displayed across a picture light line, which illuminates her whole space when the lights are completely off. I am also fortunate enough to be able to give her; her own bathroom which is attached to her bedroom… something I am sure she will appreciate the older she gets. When I think about it, her room is the only space in my whole home that has that much color, the rest of my house is full of neutral colors with masculine accents and as much as I love it, it lacks the femininity most homes have which is why I went out last week and bought a few candles that I have scattered throughout the house.

After organizing Aria’s room, I made my way to the gym as well as the grocery store: something else I lacked in my house, food. I’m not the best chef and I mostly eat out during the week or on occasion I will stop by my parents or Elizabeth's house for a home cooked meal. However, when Aria is here on the weekends I do my absolute best to have a stocked pantry and fridge for whatever she may be in the mood for.

I try my hardest but by no means am I the perfect father. To be quite candid, when I found out that her mother was pregnant with her my heart sank to the floor… I was not ready to be a father. I was still early in my college career, my party stage: I was sleeping with multiple girls at a time, practically fucking someone new each day and even twice in the same day, I was drinking and smoking excessively and I felt like she was going to be such a burden on my life but I was completely wrong. The first appointment I went to with her mother, I was able to hear her little heart beat and in that moment I knew that I needed to change and be the best person I could possibly be because that little girl was going to be dependent on me. Shortly after her birth, I was able to cram in as many classes as possible and intern at my fathers law-firm which has led me down my current career path. My dream and goal is to be able to run that place myself and let my father retire,however, until that day comes I will let him shine.

It’s a little before 11 AM and I have just arrived at Alena’s house. She lives in a quiet little neighborhood, filled with other kids and families alike. Her single family home is located at the end of the street which allows for her to have a bit bigger yard than the rest of her neighbors which I’m sure she loves because Aria gets a little more extra yard space to play in. It’s a newer model, which my father and I helped her buy. Alena is able to take care of herself just fine, however, I vowed to myself that I would do my best to give my child the best life which meant moving her mother into a safer neighborhood and a better school district than she was once located in.

I make my way up her drive-way and to her front door and ring her doorbell. It takes a minute, however, I am greeted by the sweetest sight - Aria is dressed in a jean overall dress with a frilly pink shirt underneath. Her mom has clicked her hair back out of her face but a sparkly clip ahas let her chestnut curls flow down.

“Daddy! I’m so happy to see you” my little angel is beaming up at me as I pick her up into my arms and make my way into her mothers home. Alena is standing right next to the front door and allows me to step in.

“She’s been waiting all morning for you to come - she had us pack her bag last night and only made me change her outfit three times this morning.” I can’t help but smile as her mother tells me how excited my baby is to spend time with me. I really do adore this child with my whole heart.

“ Well Bubs, Daddy can’t wait to spend the whole weekend with you too.” My baby girl is still in my arms as I make my way into the home and sit down on the couch with her and her mother has invited me to stay for a few minutes while Aria finishes cleaning up her room before she leaves for the weekend.

Alena’s voice takes me out of trance. “Would you like some coffee while you wait? I just finished brewing some.”

“ Y-Y-Yeah, thank you.” The air feels thick here.

While Alena makes her way into her kitchen, I can’t help myself from staring at her. She’s always been a gorgeous girl, but now has most definitely transformed into a woman. Growing up she was always on the thinner side, with a little plumpness to her ass and her breasts but after having Aria her body has changed. Alena’s hips have grown to be a little wider and her thighs seem to be a little thicker, her breasts seem to be slightly bigger and might I say even a bit perkier. That once smaller ass has definitely grown with her as well. I would be lying to myself if I said she still isn’t one of the most beautiful women I have ever encountered.

My heart instantly feels guilty though, the girl that I used to make laugh and smile ia filled with hatred and disdain due to my unfaithfulness. As I have explained previously, I by no means was a saint to Alena… I didn’t even know what the word faithful meant. Instead of keeping her pure and happy, I felt the need to go find satisfaction somewhere else and would often bury my cock in another girl while Alena and I tried the long distance thing while we were both away at different colleges. I was selfish because I couldn’t wait a weekend or two for her to come home and satisfy my needs, so I went and found other girls to satisfy me during the week and weekends she was busy. I am not proud to admit this and it’s honestly one of my biggest regrets in life to do this day but I broke her, lost her trust, and she probably still hates me.

Her voice pulls me out of a trance once again, “ How would you like your coffee?”

“I drink it black - good for the soul.” I try to keep conversation light to keep the mood and room feeling happy but I don’t think she wants to engage in anything further, all she gives is a small smile and hands me a mug with black coffee.

“She’s off from school on Monday, if you’d like to keep her an extra day… I’m sure she’d love to spend the time with you…” but before I can even get in a word she cuts me off, “But if you have plans with your girlfriend or something, it’s okay. I know it’s last minute.”

“My daughter comes before anyone else - you already know this. I’ll have her back Monday after dinner if that’s okay.” I try my best to fill the awkwardness by taking a sip of coffee and letting room for her to speak but I don’t get nothing but a head nod and a quiet, “That’s fine.”

Before it could get even more awkward, Aria makes her way into the living room and announces that she is ready for the weekend with me. She and her mother exchange a few hugs and kisses before we make our way out the door.

Before her mother shuts the door behind us, she yells out to Aria, “ You better behave for daddy while you’re with him or no more late movie nights when you get back for a whole week!”

I would be lying to myself if I don't admit that hearing Alena reference me as daddy didn’t make my cock twitch a little.

Aria and I have been at my parents for the last 3 hours and it’s almost time for me to go pick up Elizabeth. My heart is pounding out of my chest. Besides Alena, my parents have never met another girlfriend of mine, but that’s mostly due to us not staying together or constantly breaking up. I had this one girlfriend about a year ago. Her name was Camila. Camila was a beautiful bombshell, gorgeous body with long blonde hair but she was so irritating and sharp as a bowling ball… we had nothing in common but she was great in bed and satisfied my needs. But that wasn’t her biggest downfall - her biggest downfall was that she was extremely insecure and even if another woman walked in my direction she thought I had eyes for them, which was not the case. Ultimately, we were on and off for about 2 years but I figured I wouldn’t tell anyone because I knew she wasn’t going to be in it for the long haul and was only a temporary fix to my desire and need to have someone around.

However, when I met Elizabeth shortly after Camila, I knew she was different. Elizabeth is poised, elegant but most definitely has an erotic side that fits in perfectly with my desires. She’s about 5’8 with jet black hair that hits the middle of her back, and more on the athletic build. She has these gorgeous bright blue eyes that remind me of the ocean and the most sexy smile. She’s knowledgeable, smart and sophisticated and I can actually hold a conversation with her - and to top it off she has a good heart. As much as I deeply care for her, tonight will be the true testament on what the next steps are in our relationship because if tonight doesn’t go best I am hoping, then I have a lot to reconsider.

“Aria, baby… daddy is going to be right back. I’m going to go pick-up one of my friends and bring her over. Okay?” Aria, my parents and I have been sitting in the backyard for the last hour, Aria has sprawled out on me and she’s been trying to fight a nap. Her mother informed me that, around this time she puts her down for a nap because she will get cranky and boy was she right.

“N-No, please d-d-dont go.” her eyes started to spark up tears, she digs her head further into my chest and closes her grip onto my shirt. I truly have never seen this side of her, it seems as though her mother sees it all the time though. Her mother warned me about her restlessness and how quickly she can go from a sweet angel to a saucy devil.

“Baby, Daddy won’t be gone for long..” I moved her off of my chest softly, so I can look into her eyes as I speak to her. I want her to know that she is safe with me - she is loved and I would never break my promises to her. Her tears have already started to mark her clothes and I do the best I can wiping her tears away with my thumbs. “ I promise when I get back, we can play as much as you want.” I place tender kisses on her forehead all the way down to her little toes until I spark that laugh that sounds like music to my ears.

The whole drive to Elizabeth’s my stomach was in knots. I really don’t have anything to be nervous about, but here I am, sweating like a prostitute in church. The drive to Elizabeths from my parents house was close to a 35-minute drive, enough time to be alone with her, but not too much time away from Aria.

When I arrive at Elizabeth's apartment complex, I send her a text that I am waiting for her outside. I originally had insisted that I’d come inside to pick her up, which I have done plenty of times before, however, she let me know that she had her sister staying with her temporarily due to a her sisters awful break-up and she thinks that seeing another male species will only infuriate her sister even more.

Elizabeth looks absolutely divine making her way to my car. She has a beautiful sundress that is a shade of cream, with spaghetti straps that tie on the ends. Her sundress hits just to the mid of her calf and she has on these tan sandals. Her jet black hair has been curled on the ends, and her make-up seems to be done-up more than usual. She’s effortlessly gorgeous.

“Well hello there m’darling.” her perfume encapsulates my car, it’s vanilla. “I missed you,Harry.” Her plump pink lips meet with mine and all I can think about is wanting to devour her later. Her lips taste like cherry, and I notice that some of her lipstick has rubbed off on me.

“Har, I’m nervous…” her voice was much more timid than I was used to hearing.

“M’darling, there’s absolutely nothing to be nervous about. It’s all going to go well.” I don’t know if it was saying all of this to convince her or me because to be honest I was nervous as well. I use my free hand to rub small circles around her thigh.

“Have you ever introduced her to any other girlfriends of yours?” I know she’s just trying to make small talk because we had this same conversation just earlier this week.

“Nope, you’re the first one.” I passed a small smirk over to her in hopes that it would comfort her and from the looks of it, her nerves must have calmed down a bit because her cheeks aren’t as flush.

“Har, what if she doesn’t like me? I mean, she doesn't have to but I would like her too.” she's starting to ramble, something I noticed she does when she wants to get her feelings out but doesn’t want to come off as too pushy or demanding or even opinionated. The first time I picked up on this trait was when she stayed over my house for the first time. We had just gotten out of the shower together, and I stepped out of the shower without wrapping myself in a towel first, and she was mortified because my tile flooring was soaked, and she deemed it as a slipping hazard. She says she wasn’t trying to be a nag, but all she did that night was express to me all the different ways she and I could have gotten hurt.

“M’darling, I have a feeling she’s going to love you. However, just try and stay open minded and not too handsy infront of her - I must warn you… she can get a little overprotective at times, Alena and I are working on teaching her the importance of sharing.” The mention of my daughter's mother seems to have struck a chord in Elizabeth's mood but I’m going to blame it on her nerves, rather than anything else.

The rest of the 20 minute ride to my parents was spent in silence, with the radio being used more so as background noise than actually for listening. By no means did I make that comment to upset Elizabeth, however, she is fully aware of the relationship I have with Alena. I have explained to her once before that Alena and I are just two people who are co parenting - I wouldn’t even call us friends at this point in time. Alena and I rarely communicate, unless it is solely about Aria but we do text each other Happy Birthday every year but even that seems forced. When I think about it, the best way to describe it is that I have love for her but I am not in love with her. My love for her comes from the fact that she is primarily raising our daughter, cares for our daughter, and is the absolute best mother to our daughter and I have massive respect for her, but that is it.

“Well we’re here, Babe. Let’s go show them how beautiful you are inside and out.” I pulled Elizabeth in for a tender kiss on her lips, my hands cupping her face gently.I don’t want a silly comment to ruin her mood for the rest of the night, nor do I ever want her to worry about how much I care about her and how much she means.

“I’m ready, Har.” a large smile was plastered on her face - there’s the Elizabeth that I know.

So far, so good. My mom Anne, was already so smitten with Elizabeth - they apparently already have so much in common from what books they enjoy reading, reality TV shows they enjoy to even their favorite stores, it’s almost like they are the same person the only difference is their looks. My mom is a petite woman with dark chocolate brown hair, and her eyes are the color of the sea, her smile is the best part of her - it could light up any room. Throughout my whole life, my mother has been my biggest supporter, even when I was being a piece of shit son and a horrible partner to Aria’s mom. The one quality I admire the most about my mother is her ability to forgive - when I was around the age of sixteen, my father had an affair with his then receptionist. I remember her, she was this beautiful bombshell with the biggest tits and always wore very tight pencil skirts. My father hadn’t come home for dinner yet and it was getting late, my mother had called him at least twice and she had asked me to go with her to his office in case something was wrong and when we got there, there was definitely something not right. All the lights in his firm had been dimmed besides his office and we could hear quiet muffles coming from down the hall. When I tell you, I’ve never been so heart broken for my mother. I am not joking. There my father was, plowing into his reception while her skirt was hiked up to her hips, her tits bouncing up and down while she rode him. Her mouth was gaped open while she moaned obnoxiously, by the time she and my father noticed that my mother and I were watching, they were both coming down from their high.

That night was one of the worst nights of my life - my perfect family that I once knew was broken and I was positive that it would never be fixed. It took my mother 2 years to discuss with my father what had happened that night and how it made her feel. For two years, my father temporarily lived in an apartment because my mom did not allow him to come home - even though it was his house that he had bought. My father, even though a tough man, knew he had fucked up and he was not man enough to face my mother until she was ready, a man who rarely wined and dined my mother was now sending her flowers and gifts almost every day, but my mother never accepted them - all she wanted was a faithful husband who loved her and no one else. I believe that my fathers infidelity dimmed my mothers light for a while, however, when she learned of my infidelity and crazy antics when I was younger, that really broke her. My mother believed that she failed as a parent because I grew up to just be like my father, a cheater.

Fast forward to now, my mother and father still live in the same house but I can tell that everything is much much different now. My mother doesn’t smile or laugh as much as she used. She has lost a bit of weight and now started to wear clothes that accentuate her body ever so slightly. My father doesn’t go into the office as much and prefers to work from home, he likes to say it’s because he’s trying to let me get my feet wet into the business and he wants to be behind the scenes but I know it’s because my mother doesn’t trust him anymore and he wants nothing more to regain her trust.

“Honey, Harry here tells us that you work at an account firm. How do you like it?” We’re sitting outside on the patio deck, and my mom has just brought out the last of the dinner for everyone.

“Oh yes, it’s honestly really great. I really love the people I work for and really enjoy my profession. I’ve always been so interested in numbers and accounting.” Elizabeth is beaming a smile over to my mother, and my mother just seems like she is in complete awe of her.

“Oh that's just wonderful! And how long have you been with this company?” I appreciate the effort my mothers makes to make Elizabeth comfortable, but all she’s been doing is asking this poor girl questions, she hasn’t even had the chance to really let her eat.

“ Oh, just over two years now. I originally started off as an intern but have started to make my way up. I’m currently working as a front desk operator, but they say a position should be opening up very shortly which will allow me to move up in my career.” Finally, Elizabeths able to take a bite of her dinner.

“It’s allowed me to learn a lot of the administrative aspects of the business, so I’ve learned to really appreciate how much detailing goes into their day to day to make everyone else's job easy as possible, to be honest, before my initial internship I didn’t really understand what exactly it meant to be an accountant… I just knew that's what I was supposed to do in life.” Before my mother could follow-up in the conversation, a small frame was standing at the sliding doors as they had just woken up.

Right as I had arrived with Elizabeth to my parents house, my mother had texted me to inform me that Aria had fallen asleep for her nap. As much as I would have loved to have a grand reveal meeting between Elizabeth and Aria, my baby’s nap was most important.

“ Oh look who woke up from their nap.” my baby girl slid the doors open and made her way into my arms. It was obvious that she was still groggy because she didn’t even acknowledge the people around us, all she managed to do was place her head in the crook of my neck.

“Bubs, I have a special friend I want’ya to meet.” I could tell that Elizabeth was hoping for the best, her eyes were full of eagerness. Aria turned her body away from me and looked in Elizabeth’s direction. I was treading with caution and allowing Aria to lead the way into this new interaction, I didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t ready. Aria didn’t say much but she did manage to smile shyly and give her a wave, which I think is a good start.

“ Hi my name’s Elizabeth, what’s yours?” Elizabeth hesitantly placed her hand out for a hand shake and surprisingly Aria took the bait and shook Elizabeth's hand back.

“ My name’s Aria.” she was a shy one tonight.

For the rest of the night, Aria didn’t interact much with Elizabeth, she primarily just sat on my lap while she played with her toys. I can tell that Elizabeth wants to try and interact with Aria more but doesn’t want to push the issue anymore, I can sense her hope for a relationship but I had warned her about this. I had warned her that this was all still very new for Aria, myself and even her mother.

The night was coming to an end, it was roughly a bit after 9:30 PM, and Aria has fallen asleep on my parents' living room sofa. My mom suggested I take Elizabeth home first and then come back for Aria, she said it would give us some “alone time”.

The drive back to Elizabeth’s started off quiet but I finally broke the silence.

“I’m sorry it didn’t go the way you had expected. I’m positive she’ll warm up soon enough, my love.” I placed my hand gently on her thigh and traced small circles on her knee.

“Har, there’s nothing to apologize about. She doesn’t know me…” I could sense the disappointment in her voice but there was only so much I could do or say, things like this take time especially when another parent is involved. “ Har, I think we need to focus on our relationship and build it before we try to do things all together again - I can sense the love you and your daughter share, however, I don’t think she’s ready for you to share her with me.”

“ Elizabeth, I’m sorry you feel this way but I believe I made it very clear to you that above all I am a father. I don’t think it’s fair to make a judgment call based on one interaction.” Her confession irritates me because I did not lead her on to believe that anyone or anything would come above Aria.

“ You have made it clear to me, multiple times actually. I love spending time with you, being with you, loving you. But I don’t think you’re actually as ready as you think you are to allow me in, in regard to that part of your life.”

We have approached her building complex, she hasn’t gotten out of the car yet but I also haven’t asked her to.

“ Har, you’re a great guy but I think you have a lot to think about. I’ll be here whenever you’re ready… I would never in a million years try to take you away from your daughter, but I also want to make sure that you’re actually ready for something serious.” she turns her body so she's now facing me.

“ I want you to be with me effortlessly, I don’t want to feel like I am competing for your attention, and right now… and even times before, it feels like no matter what I say, you’re always bringing up your daughter in some way as an excuse as to why something can’t happen or something can’t be done or it doesn’t meet expectations, or whatever. Harry, I want you but I need you to want me too and be ready for me and all that comes with being in an actual mutually loving relationship. Does that make sense?”

Her words were harsh, but they were true. She was coming from a place of love, her voice stayed calm and gentle, yet they were full of emotion. I feel horrible that I have made her feel this way, yet she seems so understanding… As much as I care for this woman, I am not ready for her.

“I’m sorry for dragging you along this whole time, when you did not feel as though I was fully there for you.” I gently grab her hands into mine. “ I want to continue seeing you and growing with you… but I think you’re right.” It actually really hurts to admit this out loud, but it needed to be said. “ Where do we go from here?” I don’t want this to end, I care for her alot and before she even gets the chance to respond I blurt out the only thing that comes to mind.

“Liz, I love you.”

Tagged List: @wittlecritter @gurugirl @kathb59 @betchyharry @styles1999

#harry styles #harry styles imagines #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #dad!harry #daddry #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry styles writings #harry styles blurb #daddy’s babygirl #fanfiction #fanfic

85 notes · View notes

zayndrivesmeinvain · 9 months

Text

The One That Got Away - Part 1

A.N- This is one of my first series that I wrote after a long hiatus and I am just getting back to it. I hope who ever comes along for this journey, they enjoy it. I would love to hear everyone's thoughts, ideas, opinions. Enjoy!

Summary: In which Harry and Alena were college sweethearts, however, all of that has changed and the only thing keeping in contact is the fact that they have a child together. Is it possible for them to even get to a normal standing friendship or is that long gone?

Word Count: 2.9 K

.......................................................................................................................

Alena

Pain.

Pain is something that is different to everyone but to me, it's caused by the distress and lack of control I feel as though I have in my life. I’m pained that I am not able to give my daughter the best life that she absolutely deserves. It pains me that she doesn’t have a two parent household, because growing up neither did I and I vowed everything inside of me that when the day came I had a child that I would pick the utmost perfect partner that would stick around and be madly love with me in which we would make a life for ourselves and have that happy ever after - but unfortunately those cards were not on the table for me.

I live a pretty generic life I would say. I work a 9-5 as a social media manager and editor for a top design magazine, I have a tight knit friend group, as well as a dog and a house and a daughter. I’m not the crazy going out type of girl, or the hook-up kind of girl. I keep to myself, take care of my daughter and live life to the best of my ability.

It’s an early Monday morning which means I need to get myself ready for work as well as my daughter ready for school. I am lucky enough to be able to work most of my days from home and the office is used as an as-needed basis especially since I am a single parent. I’ve never been one to take “ the easy way out” but I sure as hell will take advantage of situations that do benefit me.

My chestnut brown hair falling down my back as soon as I get out of bed, one quick look in the mirror and I can say thank the Lord himself that I work from home today. Over the years my hair has become unruly and quite the challenge to maintain. My skin slightly goose bumped due to the slight breeze in my bedroom, thanks to my ceiling fan. My feet are cold against the hardwood floors in my home, and I almost curse myself for not having enough carpet or rug in my room - when first purchasing my home I swore that carpet would not be part of the home's aesthetic but I would be young and dumb and would refuse to go back.

“ Good morning Sunshine” is my go-to for waking my daughter up in the morning, unfortunately my daughter is not a morning person - a trait that she picked up from her father. Her emerald green eyes stayed hidden from me as she did her absolute best to try and stay asleep as she knew that it was time to get up and ready for school.

“ It’s time to get up, Bubs, how are you going to become an Astronaut princess if you don’t go to school?” my arms embrace my daughter as I gently pick her up and walk her into the bathroom.

“ Mommy, my tummy hurts.” my froggy 5 year old croaked. Now that I think of it… she does feel a bit warm. I was lucky enough that she was typically an energetic child who looked forward to going to school and meeting her friends, another trait she got from her father, however, today seems to be different. I placed her down on the edge of the sink and placed my hand onto her forehead as she seemed to be burning up. I do my best to be a fair and strict parent, so I can instill a routine and boundaries but it wouldn’t be fair to send her to school like this.

“ It’s okay, Bubs. Why don’t you stay home today and rest up. Why don’t we give you a bath and you can lay down next to mommy while she works, yeah?” I make my way over to the tub and start running a bubble bath for her to enjoy. “ Stay still, mommy will text daddy so he knows not to pick you up from school later.”

Texting my daughter's father isn’t my least favorite thing to do, but I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite by any means either. There is so much built up pain and history even when I see his name pop-up on my phone or even see a picture posted of him. Harry Styles. My childhood best friend, my first crush, my first love and my first heartbreak. How is it possible for one person to be so many of my firsts? Some would say that Harry & I ended on a mutual note but it doesn’t mean that it hurt any less. We did our best to try the long distance thing while we tried finding ourselves in college but one thing led to another and it didn’t last. After agreeing to end things, we met-up one night and one thing led to another and a few weeks later I found out that I’m pregnant. Harry is an amazing father and I couldn’t ask for anyone better for my daughter, but he was not a good partner. He often slept around, could not commit to anyone and played every girl like the fiddle. We tried once more after Aria was born but that is when he was unfaithful and would stay out late and it's almost as if his whole personality changed.I guess people do change while in college and even after.

“ Hey H, Bub’s isn’t feeling well. I’m going to keep her home with me today so no need to pick her up from school… thanks :)” I place my phone back down onto the counter and get Aria undressed for her bath. While allowing Aria to play around a bit in the bubbles I notice my phone has none stop been going off. 2 missed calls from Harry & 4 text messages. He’s so over dramatic. My phone rings again, before I could even say hello he gets his word in:

“ What the hell, why haven’t you answered your phone?” I could sense his annoyance over the phone.

“ Because I am bathing our daughter and I believe her cleanliness is more important than worrying about my phone” I could see his eyes rolling already.

“ What’s wrong with her? What happened?” His concern for Aria is something I could admire and could almost push past all the horrible things he has done to me in the past.

“ Harry, she’s sick. She’s around other sick kids almost everyday… it was practically bound to happen. She’ll be fine in no time… she just needs to rest for the day and drink fluids and cuddle. I promise you I won’t let anything happen to your precious angel.” The last sentiment of my statement to Harry was meant more as sarcasm but in all honesty, she really is an angel and couldn't ask for a more perfect child.

“ Erm, yeah.. Okay. Can I stop over after work later on? I can pick up some dinner for us three and maybe watch a movie with her…” I can sense the hesitation in his voice. Harry and I had an agreement that we would be civil parents for Aria, but I would prefer to not have “family hangouts” as much as I could avoid it. As much as I wanted a two-parent household for my daughter, I refused to confuse her anymore and give her a false hope that Harry and I would ever get back together. However, there are some exceptions to this rule and tonight is one of them. One thing I hold my ground on is never holding Harry back with Aria or anytime he wants to spend with her.

“ That would be nice, Har… thank you. Just let me know what time you think you’ll be over later on tonight, and remember.…her bed times 9:00 PM” a gentle smile plastered on my face when I look back over at my daughter while she plays with the bubbles in her bath.

“ Of course, give her a kiss for me to hold her off until I get there” before I could even say goodbye the line drops.

The day was filled with many email correspondences, phone calls as well as planning for the upcoming next few months. Being the lead editor for one of the top design magazines in the country was no easy job by any means, but my passion and dedication for the job was what makes it all worth it. I’ve been very fortunate as well to have a very understanding team behind me which were my top supporters, and they absolutely adore Aria.

Besides all of the work I needed to attend to, cuddles and a napping child were on my top priority list as well. I mostly worked from my couch today, which I excuse to my child being needy because she wasn’t feeling well but I would be lying to say that I just didn’t want to leave her side as well. For a while, it was mostly just the two of us together navigating through the world with no idea or plan in mind.

Before I knew it, it was close to 5:00 PM and Harry said he will be here in less than an hour. While Aria was sleeping and I was on my “lunch” break earlier I was able to sneak in some dishes, laundry and a quick shower. My unruly hair from this morning was washed and maintained and I was able to apply the lightest layer of make-up. My outfit of choice for this gathering we were about to have was a pair of basic black leggings, paired with an oversized sweatshirt.

“Mommy, do you know when Daddy will be here?'' She adores her father, a total daddy’s girl. I wish it didn’t make me jealous but knowing that he is her favorite person pulls at my heartstrings a bit.

“ I think he’ll be here shortly, Bubs. Why don’t we get you changed in your comfy pjs so when daddy gets here, you guys can watch a movie?”

I gave Aria a quick bath to help her fever settle down. Her fever has been on and off for most of the day; but it seems as though it was getting back to normal for the last hour. She picked out her favorite waffle knit pajamas to wear with the pink and red hearts. She swore up and down that they were her movie watching pajamas & that they were the most comfy for “lounging around”. By the time Aria and I made it back into the living room, Harry had arrived.

I walked to the front door with Aria in my arms & by the time I opened the door she couldn’t jump into Harry’s arms quick enough. There he stood with his work attire on: a pair of dress pants and a button down shirt paired with his matching tie. The young frat boy has turned into a businessman, Harry followed in his fathers foot footsteps and is now a partner in his fathers law firm. His hair looks like it’s been freshly cut, but a few curls still peak out on the top.

“ Hi Bubby, I’m so happy to see you.” A smile is plastered across Harry’s face, he’s always been a proud father. He always says that Aria lights up his world, and that she in fact saved him and has made him a better man. The same smile he gives Aria, is a similar smile that he used to shine at me, those pearly whites were once my weakness.

Harry so kindly brought over Chinese for the 3 of us, the three of us scattered on my dining room table. Harry and Aria spike up most of the conversation, Aria tells Harry all the letters and colors that she’s learned at school so far and what she thinks her classmates worked on today without her. It amazes me watching the two of them interact together, it’s almost as if I’m seeing double: Aria is so much like Harry in so many different ways: between their smiles, the way their nose scrunches up while them are really focused in on what the other is saying, to they way they chew at the the same time or how they both furrow their brows the same exact way.

After dinner, I excused myself to flip some laundry as well as clean the kitchen up from the day's mess. Harry and Aria are now sprawled out in the living room watching Lilo and Stitch, Aria is laid out in between Harry’s legs, with her back to him while his hands are laid in her lap. Every so often I catch Aria holding her fathers hand and even planting kisses on them. Aria’s love and admiration for her father makes Harry a little bit more bearable, he is someone I will always love but I fell out of love many years ago after everything he had put me through: the lies, the cheating, the girl, the uncertainty… It was all just too much.

It’s a little after 8:30 PM now, Aria fell asleep watching the movie with Harry and he insisted he would take her to bed and do her nightly routine with her which consists of cuddles and reading a book, if we ever skip this step she never has a good night's rest. I hear soft snores coming from her bedroom which indicates that Harry can handle her nightly bedtime routine and he will be leaving shortly, which allows me some alone time before the end of the day.

“ She’s fast asleep now…” a soft smile has taken form on Harry’s tired face.

“ Looks like she isn’t the only one that needs to be put to bed” I begin walking him to my front door, to kindly let him know that I would like for him to leave, however, he asks if we can have a talk.

Harry and I walk back over to my living room as I take a seat on my sectional and he sits across from me. The expression on his face indicates that he’s nervous and is testing the waters out before he opens his mouth.

“ I’ve been seeing someone…” is what he blurts out with. “I’ve been seeing her for a while now and I would like to know if it’s okay if I introduce her to Aria.” His words take me by surprise, one of our initial rules was that we would not introduce Aria to anyone unless we thought it was serious and up until now it had not come up. For whatever reason, his confession stings a little bit. I was under the impression that Harry wasn’t really into keeping anything serious or that’s at least what his mother gossips to me about. Anne and I always had a very close relationship, even after everything that had happened between Harry and I.

“Uhmmm, yeah…” my heart starts pounding a little quicker than usual and I’m hoping Harry can’t hear it.

“ Her name is Elizabeth, she works in the same building as I do at the accounting office across the hall from my law firm… she’s the receptionist there. She’s really great, and makes me really happy. I’d like for them to meet this weekend… I’m going to my parents for dinner and they’ll be meeting Elizabeth for the first time too.”

“ Har, I’m happy to hear you’re happy. If you feel as though this is someone you would like to introduce Aria to, then go ahead… under one condition.” I can see Harry’s once anxious demeanor break and a look of curiosity takes over him.

“Under no circumstances and I mean none, are you to have any sleep overs with this girl while Aria is there. If I find out from our daughter that you had a woman sleeping over while she is there… I promise you Harry, I will raise hell.” A slight nod is always I get out of him before he speaks again. “ Understood… thank you.” Call me traditional, however, I don’t think it’s appropriate to have girls in and out of the house while our daughter is there.. Even if they are dating but knowing Harry, he can sometimes spin the truth.

“I’m gonna go… I have a long day tomorrow.” I nod and get up to walk Harry out of my house. As we approach the door, I gently open it for Harry to walk through.

“ Have a goodnight, Har. Thank you again for dinner.”

As Harry walks out my door and into his car, all I see is the young guy that I grew-up with and wonder how things went so wrong for us. My heart aches for what ifs? What if we did end up being the end game, would Aria be happier? Would I be happier? Would we have regular family dinners and have family vacations and family traditions?

I wiped those ideas out of my heart as quickly as they came, because I did not get to where I am in life harping on the past. I, Alena, do not sit around and feel sorry for myself or what my life currently is versus what I once dreamed of it being.

#harry styles #fanfiction #harry styles imagines #fanfic #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry fanfic #fanficton #harry styles imagine #dad!harry #daddy harry styles #harry styles feels #harry styles and alena #harry styles and reader #daddry #harry styles dad

83 notes · View notes