Harry
I woke up the next morning with Oliver's foot in my face. Bambi was sleeping next to Niall and Molly wasn't anywhere to be seen. I had to be at the restaurant by 6 and it was already 5:47. I must have slept through my alarm.
Shit.
I rushed out of bed and into some jeans, my t shirt that I had to wear, and some shoes. I brushed my teeth quickly as I tried to rush out of the house.
"Daddy?" I turned around when I heard the sweet voice of my daughter behind me.
"Hi, baby. What are you doing up?" I checked the clock. It was almost six. I was going to be late.
"I don't feel good, daddy."
"What's going on?"
"My tummy hurts."
"Let me go wake up your dad, I am running late for work." I panicked.
Before I could walk down the hall, Bambi had already thrown up on my shoes and the bottom of my pants.
I just sighed before I grabbed the house phone off the wall and dialed the number for my boss. He answered on the third ring.
"Good morning, Harry."
"Hey. I know this is last minuet and I am terribly sorry but is it okay if I'm a little late to work. My daughter is throwing up and I-"
"Harry, say no more." I was so glad I had an understanding boss.
"Sir, I am so sorry. I will be in tomorrow." I said. I hated missing work. I loved to be around my family but missing work meant missing money and Niall and I needed the money.
"It's just one day, Harry. Take care of your daughter. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thank you so much, sir."
"No problem. Thank you for calling, have a nice day."
"You, too."
"Alright, bye bye now."
"Goodbye." I hung up and looked down at Bambi who looked like she was about to puke again.
"Come on baby, lets get you into the tub." I said as I picked her up and brought her to the bathroom. I had taken off my shoes and my pants while starting a semi warm bath for Bambi.
"Daddy, you're in your underwear!" She giggled.
"Well, you threw up on my pants." I said. She frowned and looked down at the bath tub. "I'm sorry, daddy."
"It's okay, baby." I said before kissing her forehead.
I helped her undress before she got into the tub. I handed her, her spongie and her special princess shampoo before I stood up.
"Daddy's going to go put on different clothes okay?"
"Okay." She frowned while she sat in the warm water.
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Lullabies for Styles (Third book)
Fanfiction"Daddy? I'm scared." "Why, love?" She crawled into my lap and cuddled into me. "The storm. It's scary." "You don't have to be scared, Princess. Me and your daddy are always here." "Will you sing me a lullaby?"