Harry Styles Imagines

Darcy Was Snooping...

You were in the kitchen making breakfast for your family when your daughter walked in holding a balloon. A balloon? No. More like an unused condom. "Daddy? Why do you and mommy have balloons in your room?" Darcy asked, handing the item over to your husband. You froze, trying not to laugh at Harry's face. "Uh, Darce, those aren't balloons...," Harry said, not too sure where he was going with this. "What are they?" she asked again, this time more curious. "Um, uh, basically, it's uh..., I could use some help here, babe," he said, looking over at you, desperate for an answer. You stopped cooking and crouched down to your daughter's level. "Darcy, sweetie, what did mommy and daddy tell you about going through other people's things?" you said. The four year old lowered her head, clearly ashamed of herself. "No, no, Darce. It's okay, just don't do it again, okay?" Harry said, scooping his daughter and taking her into the living room. From the other room, you heard your daughter apologize and say, "But, daddy, if it wasn't a balloon, what was it? And why do you have so many of them?"