Harry Styles One Shots

Beatcha Ass

"Y/n, please." Louis begged me for the millionth time. "Louis, I know. Go!" I laughed. He gave a small smile to his two year old daughter, kissing her head before leaving me and Harry to babysit. Louis had an emergency studio call, so he had to leave. He was only gonna be gone for at least an hour. He called over me and Harry since he didn't have a babysitter. Louis was a single father.

His daughters' name was Anna. She looked just like her mother. Louis has thought about putting her up for adoption for two reasons. One being that he was a huge pop star. He wasn't able to see Anna for eight months at a time. He wanted to be in his daughters life but that was hard. Their management decided to give the boys one last time to please the fans. Their next tour, after this one, will be their last time.

The second reason is because Anna looks just like her mother, Leah. Louis blames himself everyday for what happened. Leah was in a horrific car accident. She passed on her way to the hospital. Her and Louis had a bad fight and she left. Louis was devastated. We were scared to leave Anna with him because all he did was scream and punch things. Anna was only seven months old. Gladly, we were able to talk him out of the worst decision of his life.

"Hi, baby," Harry gushed to the two year old. "Hi, baby." Anna mocked. I always teased Harry in saying Anna looks like him. But she does. Every day they hang out, the more she looks like Harry. He can't wait to have a kid, but he wants the fame to blow over and calm down before trying for a baby.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked, picking her up. "SpongeBob!" She shrieked. "I was thinking the same thing." Harry told the small child. They left to the living room, and Harry turned on the tv and searched for an episode of SpongeBob.

I went and sat next to them. My legs were together and my hands were in my lap as I sat up straight. I was an awkward person and ever since Harry started hanging out with Anna constantly, it's been even worst. Harry has been my best friend for as long as I could remember, so he knows about my awkwardness. Its not even an okay awkward, its so bad that I don't talk to people. I only talk to the boys because its been six years that I've known them, so I've gotten used to them and they've gotten used to me.

I must of zoned out, because before I knew it, Anna was full view in my face. I jumped back a little bit and looked at her. Harry was gone.

"Haley-" she mumbled incoherent words. "Kitchen." So, something about Harry and the kitchen. I gave a small smile, "Thank you, baby,"

She smiled back while saying welcome.

I got up and walked into the kitchen where Harry was. He was leaning his back against the counter when I walked in. "You wanted me?"

"I did."

"For what? Am I in trouble?"

"Yes, you are. What's going on lately? All you ever do is shut me out, and you don't talk and you're so distant. Have I done something?"

I shook my head.

Its not you. Its your fans. They're the reasons I always hide my wrists.

"Y/n, you're lying. It has to be me. You don't talk to me anymore."

Your fans don't like me. They don't want us hanging out. "I promise," I choked out. I never wanted Harry to know that I've cut. Especially because of his fans. He'd be hurt and take it out on them. I don't want that.

"I'll kiss you if you don't tell me." He threatened. We always kiss. Its only pecks on the cheeks, sometimes he'll get my lips but the peck won't be longer than half a second. I felt tears burning my eyes. I can't tell him. It'll break him. "Harry, I can't." I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to get rid of my tears. "You're crying," he frowned. "Can we please just drop it?" I softly asked. "I will kiss you if you don't tell me."

"Kiss me all you want, I'm not talking."

Before I knew it, I was switched places with Harry; My back against the counter as he stood above me. He instantly pressed his lips to mine but he didn't pull away immediately. He kept his lips locked on mine and it made this weird feeling go off in my stomach. "Are you gonna tell me?" He asked, pulling away. I shook my head. He brought his lips back tocmine, longer than the first. "How about now?" Again, I shook my head.

He lifted me onto the counter, and stood in between my legs. "I will have sex with you, right now, if you don't tell me."

Harry is always nasty like that, it didn't really surprised me. He's said that to me many times before. And he will keep with it, he won't stop until he gets his way. He will either threaten me, or he'll actually go through with it.

"Harry, please," I cried. "Don't make me say it."

"I'm making you, kitten. Now tell me."

"Your fans," I muttered. "My what?"

I lifted up my long sleeve shirt revealing the dark marks that decorated my skin. "Your fans did this to me," he knew what I meant. "M-My fans?"

"They hate me. They don't want us hanging out anymore. They talk about how.. You deserve a better best friend. How I'm only using you for your fame and money. I've known you before that! I've been your best friend ever since you looked like a little lesbian, Harry!" He softly smiled. It made me want to smile, but I was so upset I paid no mind to it. "I can't do it, Harry. I-I don't know what to do."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He whispered. "I didn't want you to go off on your fans. I didn't think it was fair to them."

"Fair?! You wanna talk about what's fair?! Y/n, do you see this?" He yelled, grabbing my arms. "Why, Y/n? Baby, why!"

"I'm sorry,"

"I should beat your ass!" His voice was serious, but his eyes were playful.

"Ah beatcha ass." A little voice came from behind us. Harry turned around, and saw Anna standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "Anna, how long were you standing there?" He softly asked her. She shrugged and giggled.

"Ah beatcha ass."

"No, no, no, baby. Don't say that." Harry said. "Beatcha-"

"Anna!"

She frowned at Harry. "I want my daddy."

"Daddy is at work. He'll be back in a little bit."

"Juice." She pointed to the fridge. "Get the juice, and I'll get the cup." Anna walked to the white refrigerator and opened it, grabbing the half empty gallon of blue juice. She handed it to Harry while he got a plastic cup. "Straw behind you, baby girl." He looked at me. I grabbed a blue striped straw and gave it to him. "You and your fucking OCD." He muttered.

"Fucking." Anna giggled. "Anna, stop!" She laughed harder and almost spilled her juice on herself.

The hour passed by quickly. We tried to get Anna to stop cursing but that wasn't really an option. Louis walked in the door and I only prayed she didn't curse.

"Hi, Anna baby!" Louis said in a baby voice as he walked inside. He put his stuff down and took off his shoes. He actually wore socks. Wow.

"Have you been a good girl?" He asked his daughter. I started biting my nails. Anna giggled. "Ah fucking beatcha ass, daddy." His eyes went wide as he stared at his daughter. "What did you just say?"

She kept giggling. "You're never babysitting my child again, Harry! I know it was you!"

Harry started laughing and we both left the house. He drove us to his place, and we were now laying on our sides watching a movie. When it was over, I looked at Harry. "Would you really have sex with me?"

"Would you really like to find out?"