Harry Styles. BSM, DDM.

Cry your heart out. Bsm.

Cry your heart out. Bsm.

Harry age 2.

Your small hands picked up a makeup brush as you stood by Lou's case of makeup. You were left alone in a room backstage and decided to be nosey and go through her stuff. But what two year old isn't curious?

You also picked up a tube of mascara and held them both in your small hands, when two large hands were felt under your arms from behind and you were lifted up.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Harry's voice sounded as he held you with one arm and took the makeup out of your hands.

"Bubby, no." You whimpered as he put them back and then set you down, which was dumb because you went right back to her case and started messing with things again.

"Baby, no. You can't play with that stuff." He sighs and picks you up again, this time resting you on his hip. You start to cry while he carries you out of his room while you reach your arm out over his shoulder towards the makeup.

Your cries got louder when you were completely out of the room. He walks into another room and sits down on a black leather couch with you on his lap.

Your face was red and tear drenched, eyes scrunched closed and mouth wide open letting your loud sobs and wails come out freely. You hands bunched up into tiny fists in anger as Harry laid you on your back across his lap.

"Baby please stop, you're gonna make yourself sick. Why don't we find some of your toys to play with?" He tries to reasons but you just scream/sob something in gibberish which he couldn't understand.

You opened your eyes but was still crying hard when you felt his fingers pick up your tiny fists. Four of his large and long fingers wrapped around your baby forearm as his thumb softly stroked over your knuckles, planting kisses to your fingers, in an act to calm your clenching hands.

Your cries stopped as you watched on, he was looking into your eyes as he kissed your baby hands until they weren't clenched anymore.

Your eyes were still teary and your cheeks were still wet but you had quieted down due to his soft acts of love. You were still lying down on his lap and one of his hands let go of yours to wipe away your tears.

He plucked a tissue from the box on the coffee table in front of him to clean your nose and completely dry your face. He then leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your chubby cheek.

He let his cheek rest against yours for a couple seconds before he pulled you up to hold you to his chest with your head in his neck.

He held you to his warm chest with one arm while the other hand rested on your upper back, soothingly rubbing it and occasionally patting it.

He rocked back and forth as you let out a cute yawn. Tired from crying so hard.

"I sorwy Bubby." You mumbled sleepily as your hand came up to gently fist some of his curls before letting them go and they bounced back into place.

"I forgive you love. Go to sleep." He whispered as he situated himself to lay on his back on the couch with you on his chest.

His hand came up to rest on the side of your head as his other one rested on your back. You fell asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat and soft humming.

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These ones always make me so happy 😊