Harry Styles Daddy Novels & Stories

“Eat.” Zavian appears a few minutes later with a light blanket and drapes it over my legs even though the room is already warm. His hand lingers on my shoulder, thumb stroking once before he sits. Their attention is constant without being smothering. Every glance, every touch, every quiet check-in carries the same message: ‘You are carrying our children. You are precious. We will not let anything touch you.’

The dinner table is set in such a way that there are two chairs at the head and foot of the table and four on each side, one would think they had a big family. But that wouldn't matter as it would only help to serve my course this morning. As soon as daddy joins the table, I start my play. Just to further make things easier for me, he's wearing a pair of grey Stylocity shorts. I see he has an eye for style. But that's not the focus here even though it did distract me for a while. I'm wearing a gown myself, one that is skimpy as fuck and spaghetti hand stripped. Mrs Martinez would think I wore something underneath and that works for me.

Dexter had lost his parents when he just that young? He waved his hands. "Well anyways, then you Hart came to Korea. Do you remember?" Ah! Yes. She had remembered, her father had been chanting something about a Korean project, so they went there, a few years and they were back to New York. "He organized a scholarship program for enrollment into Light Shadows academy, you know, that college for the rich." He said the word 'Rich' like he wasn't even part of them, he was freakin' Sky, and the last time she had researched his net-worth, he was a billionaire.

I smiled at him, “I’ll still look fucking cool. Maybe just slightly more girlish? I’m sixteen, isn’t it time I start dressing more my age?” Dad sighed deeply and looked at my mom, “can you fucking believe her? Are you saying I don’t dress my age?” Mom laughed, “I love your style Cy, but you don’t really dress your age, no. In case you didn’t notice, half of your hair is now grey.” Dad had long hair and he usually wore it in a pony tail, but let it down on special occasions. Honestly he looked like an old rock star and I fucking dug the way he dressed. He was like effortlessly cool.

Little Harry knows his daddy always get mad when he watches those stuff with his grandpa and forgets playing music instead. Daddy stands in front of Little Harry, “And was Harry a good boy today?” “You fucking monster.” I say to my dad even if he cannot hear me. Little Harry pout as tiny tears forms around his eyes, “No?” Dad points to the couch, “To the couch, now.” Little Harry begin to cry, “B-B-But daddy…” “NOW!”

"Ah Harry. Don't say those things, you're handsome, rich and Bad Boy, the style of most girls here at school. Even more your arrogance on the first day of school, left them sighing." "Except your style..." He whispered softly but I heard him. "The girls here really like me, maybe I have a chance with one." He said looking at me. "There will be. You're a nice guy." I replied by looking away from him and finishing copying some things in the notebook. All classes passed smoothly, Harry kept looking at me a lot and I tried to figure out what he was thinking. Could it be that Harry's parents were Brenda and Antonio? Brenda died in the fire along with her family, perhaps her father was still alive

The black suit he wore the shoes and his hair black to match and then his brown eyes were so dreaming he was looking like a real demigod right now and I just couldn't imagine myself without him ,he looked so breathtaking . When we arrived at the venue they welcomed us well but the flashlight and the reports made it really difficult for me to see. I just had to force MY way behind him to take more of everything . "Mr harry welcome to England ", "Mr harry you look good " "Mr harry is the woman with you hour pa " ."Mr harry is it true that you are dumping your fiance Kylie Bernardo " "Mr harry please say a word " "Mr Harry, why haven't you brought your family out ?"

Gabrielle urged her, while she was now gently pulling Lady Bellamy’s hand towards the bed for her to take a seat. "Your father, Dupres was a good man. I mean, a very close friend to the late Mr. Reagan." Lady Bellamy began. "Hold on, isn't Mr Reagan supposed to be Hidalgo's father?" Gabrielle asked, she was slightly confused. "Not at all, dear. Mr. Reagan is Hidalgo's father's younger brother, and his real name is Houston!" "Huh!!!” Gabrielle eyes expanded in surprise. "And..." The door of the room abruptly unlocked, eliciting Lady Bellamy to halt her words as she cracked her head to the door.

I'm tanned with brown long hair but tail and ears are blond, daddy call me special and cute, my eyes are hazel colored. My daddy is James, the big guy sleeping next to me, he's like so tall! So tall, everyone is shorter than him, when he carries me no one can touch me up high. He's a vampire, he's also a bad guy, he's the one in charge of the whole family, he's been my daddy since day one. He explained to me that he's my daddy, like really my daddy, he used the word mate, that we are together forever.

"I'm Darrell" I move the office chair so I have a clear view down to the main door. I watch how the men take measurements of each other. Harry is somewhat smaller than my father, with blue eyes and dark blonde hair as opposed to dad’s brown hair and eyes. But the features, especially around the mouth and nose are the same. "You look more like my father than I do". Dad laughs, holding out his hand to Harry. Harry accepts it and they give each other a firm handshake. "Come on in. My brothers have not turned up yet. But Luca is here and my two other kids. They are just not easy to drive out of their rooms".