Harry Styles Imagine: I have to do the dishes, Harry stop, you batted his hand away for the sixth time and dumped the sauce pot into the sink. You can take ten seconds and dance with me, come on, he pleaded, a little smile on his lips and his hand out stretched for yours. He was almost impossible to say no too, and as soon as you were about to take his hand, there was a tap on your thigh. I’ll dance with you, daddy, the little voice by his knees said. You both looked down to your four year old daughter, hair and eyes identical to her fathers. She gave him her toothless grin and stretched her arms up. Snooze ya lose, babe he winked at you, scooping his baby girl up into his arms. Shall we waltz, my love? He asked her, his cheek rubbing against hers. She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, legs dangling by his hips. He made a quick sweep of the room, swaying back and forth and taking two steps up and back. She giggled, eyes closing as Harry sang her favorite song- a whole new world (she was on a bit of an Aladdin kick)- and you smiled, leaning against the sink and watching daddy and daughter dance together for the first time. Daddy, your face tickles, she frowned. She placed her hands on his scruff and he kissed her tiny fist. Mommy likes the scruff, but if you don’t, I’ll shave it off. She shook her head and pressed his lips to his cheek. I love you like this too, she yawned, placing her head back down on his shoulder. Harry lifted his eyes to you, glazed over by how precious his daughter was. Hope you like it girls :) -Ana Payne
Posted on: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 20:54:53 +0000
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