Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: harry and y/n's daughter turns seventeen and reveals she has a boyfriend within the timespan of like, 2 days, and harry cannot process it.
word count: 3.6k
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When you and Harry excitedly told your family and friends almost seventeen years ago that you were expecting your first (and unbeknownst to you at the time- your only) child, you were both over the moon. The people in your life who already had children told you to cherish every moment, the good and the bad because she'd be all grown up before you knew it. You took everyone's advice graciously but of course, as an expectant mom, there was no way for your mind to even think that far ahead. Everyone was right, though.
Now your daughter, Mona, was nearly seventeen- you felt like all you did was blink and she was this independent, beautiful, young woman. She was the perfect mix of both of you. She had her father's kindness, patience, and determination. She had your willpower, grace, and wit. Neither one of you could be any more in love with the beautiful human being you've created.
In the months leading up to your daughter's birthday, you constantly badgered her about how she wanted to celebrate. She would always respond with a nice dinner with you and Harry- unlike her father she tended to shy away from attention- but Harry wasn't on board with the idea of anything that wasn't a ginormous party.
"She doesn't want that," you told him one evening as you were setting the table for dinner. "You know how shy she gets. She's not like you." Harry rolls his eyes at your comment.
"I feel like tha's supposed to be an insult, but I'll ignore it," he leans against the counter, arms crossed. "You only turn seventeen once. We gotta do somethin' she'll never forget."
"Well, we're not the ones turning seventeen, hmm? That was quite some time ago if I'm not mistaken." Harry gives you a cheeky grin.
"So happy she's not anything like us when we were seventeen. 'Member all the shit we used to get into when we were her age?"
You laugh, shaking your head as you recall memories from your teenage years. "Yeah, we're raising an absolute angel compared to what we were." Your husband hums in agreement, walking the short distance to the dining table to snake his arms around your waist from behind.
"Speaking of our little angel," he places wet kisses to your neck. "Still got a bit of time until she's home from volleyball practice, haven't we?"
You move away from Harry, giving him a warning look. "You're insatiable, I swear! I'm still recovering from last night," Harry laughs at how dramatic you were being. "We're not as young as we used to be, y'know."
"Oi, don't remind me, love," he places a quick smack to your butt, walking out of the room before you can reprimand him.
Just as you finish tossing the salad and reach for your phone to check and see where your daughter is, she walks through the front door, tossing her sports gear in a messy pile at her feet.
