Harry styles imagines

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*Someone requested this to me a couple times before*

Being Harry Styles was a lot of work. Name blasted on every magazine and headliner was already a eye catcher. But it was the offspring of the popstar that drew everyone in, just to see how much of a 'normal' life they lived.

His oldest one Phoenix, didn't seem to be taking too well to the unintentional spotlight as he started striking his teen years. He was at the stage where being cool in front of his friends was the most important image for him. The typical Monday morning rush to get the kids off to school was always a hassle. But to add to the fierce stress, you had to be at a business meeting, so that left Harry in charge of taking the kids to school. 

Pulling into the school parking lot, little Addie rushed off along with Hunter leaving only Phoenix who was still shoving in some books inside his backpack. "Bye dad!" he all too eagerly said, racing out of the half open minivan door and to the front steps of his school door. Harry sat in the driver's seat, still in a stupefy daze of the wind rushing over him like a tidal wave his kids created when darting out of the car before he could even tell them he loved them.

But in the midst of his typical pity party that comes with being a parent of adolescents, he saw that Phoenix had left behind his lunch. I'll bring it to him. Harry thought of just seeing as what any good dad would do. Harry didn't think it to be too much as he was dressed in a usual baggy yellow creamish sweater, baggy blue jeans and his wonted black and white checkered sneakers. He locked the car up and walked inside the school, scanning the corridor rooms to see which one matched his Phoenix's.

A knock on the door interrupted the class lesson, sending the teacher to check the window of the door to see who it could possibly be. To her shock, Harry Styles was standing there with a bagged lunch. "Mr. Styles?" The teacher puzzledly asked, mouth agape a little with a distant breath. The name made Phoenix's head shoot up and blaze his stare into his world famous father who was standing in his very classroom; other students pulling out their cellphones to record the moment on their timelines, much to Phoenix's great chargain. "Hey buddy," Harry cooed, taking steps over to the desk of his son.

"I bought you your lunch," Harry handed the bag to his son, but not before he pressed a soundly kiss to his cheek; concluding with an "I love you baby." Phoenix's face turned redder than it should have. He gritted his teeth and spat out a counterfeit 'gracious' "thank you" to Harry. The sounds of pictures being taken and giggles bouncing off the classroom walls made Phoenix want to drown in a ocean and never come up. The ricocheting char of the blazing flames still biconcave in Phoenix with the humiliation. Lunch time; kids laughed and giggled; recess, they laughed and giggled; bus ride home, they laughed and giggled.

Phoenix only accepted the ride from Harry because it started to pour down raining. But the ride home was filled with thickening silence. Harry could sense something was wrong, seeing the tense look Phoenix kept on his face, despite not looking into Harry's eyes. At least.....not wanting to. "Phoenix, what's wrong?" Phoenix shook his head, "Nothing,"

"Kids at school picking on you?" "No, I'm just tired; had a long day." Harry dropped the subject as not to irritate Phoenix anymore. When they arrived home, the boy ran straight up to his bedroom and locked the door. "What happened?" Yn asked, looking upwards towards the staircase. Harry shrugged, confused to why the sudden change in his son. Yn picked Addie up and looked at her husband who contemplated going upstairs and then eventually picking that battle. "Buddy?" Harry asked, softly knocking on the door before being let in.

Phoenix grumbled a little to himself. He hated any resemblance of being seen as a baby. "What's wrong?" Phoenix scoffed and showed Harry his cell phone that contained media articles of the disgracing display that took place in the classroom earlier that day. Blasted across Harry's google page were pictures and videos of the 'cute' interaction between the father and son. Harry finally understood. Phoenix was not a baby anymore. He took a seat next to him and wrapped his arm around his son. "I'm sorry Phoenix, I know you're not a little boy anymore, and I shouldn't have treated you like that."

Phoenix gave a thin lined smile. "Thanks." Harry hugged him and promised a change in the Styles household. That made Phoenix get his smile back and Harry's as well.