Harry Styles Imagines

Mornings in the Styles Household

Somewhere on his solo-career journey, he met Y/N, and he grew very fond of her fairly quickly. She was someone who tagged along on tour, adjusting lights when need be, or collecting wires and such after the show was a success, and Harry finally got the courage to ask her out after about a month of just watching her in silence.
And they dated for nine months before Harry proposed. He never thought he'd be the type to rush into things — he always thought he'd date someone for two to five years before sealing the deal — but he knows Y/N is the one for him (matter of fact, he knew he wanted to marry her on their fourth date, but he didn't want to scare her off) and had a gorgeous set up be made on the night he proposed: lanterns hanging everywhere, candles lit, rose petals — the whole shabang. He got down on one knee and opened up the pretty, pearly, white box, and before he could even ask the million dollar question, Y/N got down onto her knees as well, squealing Yes! over and over while covering her mouth in shock.
And one year after their wedding, they had a baby together — a son — who they love dearly. Harry even took a break from touring until his little one turned four years old, and eventually brought him and Y/N along to shows in Japan, Argentina, New York, and pretty much every show. Harry wanted his family with him at all times.
Now, here they are, the Styles family now settled back into their home due to the tour having came to an end a few weeks back. Harry and Y/N are in their gigantic bed, cuddled together in slumber, with Harry on his back and Y/N nestled into his chest. It's when Harry's eyes begin to flutter open that he hears the pitter-patter of tiny feet coming down the hall, and he smiles a tired smile; he did just wake up after all.
Also: Y/N and Harry know it might sound odd to an outsider that their four year old child sleeps in his own room, but they made it a point for him to realize that he's a big boy, and he needs to sleep in his big boy bed; however, the little one still enjoys a nap here and there snuggled between his parents on a Sunday afternoon.
The small child reaches his parents' bedroom door and reaches up to curl his incredibly small fist around the door knob, turning it to open. Once inside, he even closes the door behind him (Harry and Y/N taught him to always leave things the way he found them) and toddles over to the king-size bed.
"Hey, Tommy," Harry smiles, sitting up slightly as to not wake the sleeping beauty using his chest as a pillow.
"Hi, daddy." The little boy, Thomas, climbs up onto the bed — although with a struggle — and Harry reaches a hand down to aid his son. "No, I got it, daddy." He grips onto the bed's comforter tightly in his fists, kicking his short legs behind him until he's completely on the mattress.
"Good job!" Harry raises his palm in the air, to which Thomas happily takes his rewarded high five. The soft clap awakens Y/N, causing her to grumble and knuckle at her eyes.
"Mama's awake!" Thomas moves to be between his parents and begins caressing his mother's face. "Mamaaa."
The gesture warms Y/N's heart, and she tiredly chuckles, pulling him down to her for a hug. "Good morning, baby."
"G'morning." The little boy gives Y/N a kiss on the cheek, making Harry gasp, feeling hurt he didn't get one first.
"What about me?" Harry's voice becomes higher in pitch, putting on a show for his son to make it seem like he's really upset.
"I didn't forget you, daddy!" Thomas scooches over and presses his lips to Harry's cheek, making his father smile at the loving gesture. "Happy now?"
"Mhmm, thank you." Harry pinches Thomas's cheek, a string of giggles escaping the little boy's throat. "I assume you came in here to talk breakfast items, huh?" Harry pokes his son's stomach. "You're never awake this early on a Saturday."
"Nooo," Thomas shakes his head. "I came in here to tell you about the stories in my eyes."
Harry tilts his head in confusion, and Y/N almost does so as well, until she figures it out.
"Dreams," Y/N looks up at Harry. "You wanna tell us about the dreams you had last night, bub?"
Thomas nods his head vigorously, making himself comfortable between the two adults as he begins gushing about all the wild and out-there events that happened while he was asleep. Y/N and Harry interact as well, gasping dramatically when need be, or confirming something happened to show they're listening. They've seen too many parents blow off what their child has to say, simply because they're a child, and they've also seen how sad it makes the child, and how detrimental it can be to their self esteem. Harry an Y/N want their son to be able to come to them for anything — even random things like what happened in his dream the night before.
"Isn't that all just crazy?" Thomas grabs his head for emphasis, and both Y/N and Harry laugh.
"That's absolutely mad!" Harry grabs his son's tiny wrist and shakes it, not really for anything in particular, but just because he looks incredibly cute in this moment (but in reality, he looks cute all the time).
"It scared me, even!" Y/N places her hands over her eyes, though she peaks through her fingers.
"Don't be scared, mama." Thomas brings Y/N's hands back down, kissing one of them. "Daddy and I will protect you," Thomas turns around to look at his father. "Right, daddy?"
"Of course." Harry grabs Y/N's other hand and strokes his thumb across the back of it. "We love mumma, don't we?"
"Mhmm! And we love mama's baby in her tummy!"
The room is silent, but not for long, as Thomas adjusts himself on the bed, and some of the boards underneath the box spring rub against each other. He touches Y/N's stomach, holding his palm there.
"I want it to be a girl so I can have a little sister; but if it's a boy then that's good too! I like playing with Aflie (Gemma's son)."
Harry's mouth is dry, swallowing multiple times to try to moisturize it before speaking. "Y-Y-You... pregnant?"
Y/N gives a toothy grin in response, nodding her head frantically. "I was gonna tell you today, but someone couldn't keep our secret," she points down to Thomas.
"I'm sorry, mama." He lips curve down in a frown, his eyes becoming watery.
"Oh, no! It's okay, bub!" Y/N sits up and pulls him into her lap, caressing his hair and face. "Mama was just joking."
"Okay," Thomas sniffles, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. "I don't want you to be mad at me, mama."
"I'm not." She strokes his cheek with her thumb and places a kiss on his forehead. "Could never be mad at you, now could I?"
"Are you mad I told you, daddy, and not mama?" The little boy looks up at his father with shining eyes.
"Of course not, bubba. M'glad mumma's pregnant."
"Yeah?" Y/N asks, her heart thudding in her chest.
"Absolutely. I've been thinking about having another one of these little gremlins." Harry bops Thomas on the nose.
"Heyyy," Thomas squeals. "M'no' a monsta!" Despite living in the states, Thomas will speak with an accent like his father's every now and then, usually when he's upset or frustrated.
"You're really okay with it? Because with you just finally getting to tour again and finishing a really successful one and writing music again and-" Harry presses a finger to Y/N's lips, laughing while doing so.
"I love that we're going to have another baby. Period." He leans forward and Y/N meets him halfway, molding her lips with his. The kiss is cut short, however, by a disgusted toddler.
"Ewww, stop it." Thomas has his eyes covered, his nose crinkled like he smelled something bad.
"I don't hear you saying that when mumma and I kiss you." Harry begins peppering kisses along the right side of his son's face, Y/N doing the same on the left half. The act causes a fit of giggles to emerge out of the small boy, kicking his feet to try to get out of the embrace.
"You two are suffomocatin' me!"
Harry laughs at his attempt at trying to say a big word like suffocate and gives him one last kiss before getting out of bed and hiking him over his shoulder.
"Daddy, don't drop me!"
"I'm offended. When have I ever?" Harry marches over to Y/N's side of the bed, placing her slippers in the perfect position for her to slide them onto her feet. "M'lady," he does a curtsy (as best he can with a toddler hanging over his shoulder) and Y/N stifles a laugh into her hand while getting out of bed as well.
"What do you wanna eat this morning, little monster?" Y/N tickles her son behind his ears as she follows Harry out of the bedroom into the kitchen.
"Pamcakes!" He hasn't quite gotten down the correct pronunciation yet.
"I think that can be arranged."
Harry places Thomas back on the floor, laughing a tad as he walks a bit wobbly — probably feeling somewhat disoriented. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms as he takes in the sight of Thomas helping Y/N crack an egg into a bowl. His eyes close enough to be hooded, breathing a bit slower than before, and his body feels warm and tingly. Harry absolutely loves his family.
And the new member coming soon.