Harry Styles Imagines

22 - Time

Time

*Harry's POV*

                                                   I sit on the couch and watch some TV. My wife is making dinner and our little girl is helping her. It has been a stressful day at the studio and I'm just happy to spend my evening with my little but perfect family. I hear our daughter talking with Y/N. 

  "Can you borrow me 50£, mommy?" 

  "Baby, why do you need so much money?" I hear Y/N asking her and I hear that our daughter doesn't want to answer her. I get up from the couch with a frown on my face. I see Y/N giving our daughter the money and then she walks away, running into her room. 

  "Did she told you why she needs the money?" I ask her but Y/N shakes her head. 

  "She doesn't want to tell me why, only that it is very important." She answers and I walk toward her to wrap my arms around her waist and place my lips on her forehead. My wife smells like fruit and home so that I just want to pull her onto our couch and snuggle with her until one of us—or both of us—falls asleep in each other's arms. I want to feel her soft skin under my fingers. I want to place kisses all over her face and I never want it to end. I love this woman so much and never would I let her go.

  "Do you think it was a good choice to give her the money without knowing what she has planned?"

   "She said that it's really important to her and she is sure that we both will like the idea."

  "I'm going to check on her." I say and give her one last kiss on her forehead before I follow my daughter into her bedroom. She is sitting on her bed, surrounded by a lot of money. I hear her counting although she still can't really do it. 

  "50, 53, 55, 52..." She counts with a little pout on her face. I walk toward her bed and kneel down in front of her to watch her. She looks up for a brief moment but continues counting in the next.

  "Baby, you are counting wrong," I tell her smiling and help her, "It is 50, 51, 52, 53..."

  "Oh." She whispers and shows me more money which was all hidden under her pillow.

  "Why did you ask Mommy for money if you already have a lot of it?" I ask her and my fingers stroke through her light brown curls. Her green-grey eyes are looking at me with love and sorrow.

  "I don't know if that's enough money because I don't know how much you get in your job but I want to buy one hour of your time." She asks with a little smile and I see the hint of a dimple on her left cheek. I didn't expect such a question. Tears are forming in my eyes and I lean forward to wrap my arms around her small body. I feel her tiny hands on my back and place little kisses on her head.

  "Daddy? Are you okay?" She whispers and I nod.

  "Of course I am, sweetheart, and I'm sorry I don't have so much time for you, baby. But I love you to the moon and back, okay? And you don't need to pay me. I'm going to spend the whole day with you tomorrow, sweetie."

  "But I have saved so much money now!" She pouts and holds as much money up as she can carry in her tiny hands. I smile and take the savings box from her nightstand and open it.

  "You can put it in here and then buy a new toy. How does this sound?"

  "Great!" She says happily and gathers all her money together to put it into the savings box, "I wanted this new doll, you know? The one I saw with Mommy! Can we buy the doll tomorrow, Daddy?"

  "Of course we can," I tell her and give her kiss on the forehead, "I love you, sweetie."

  "I love you too, Daddy." She replies and pulls me into her small bed to cuddle into my chest. My one arm is around her little body and she taps my stomach with her little fingers until she gets tired and falls asleep.