Harry Styles Imagines

•FINALLY GET TO MEET•

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"Are you ready to meet your grandma and grandpa?" you cooed down to the drowsy five day old Darcy in your arms. You sank further down into the soft cushions of the couch, tucking the blanket around your knees.

Harry had left just a little bit ago to collect your parents from the airport, after you had received an excitedly written, all caps text from your mom that their flight had just landed. You were happy that your parents were going to be here for the week to help out with things around the house, and spend some time with the three of you, but you hadn't expected them to come so soon after Darcy had been born. You were just starting to get settled in, adjusting to having Darcy home, and enjoy your new little family. But your parents hadn't made a trip over in months, and judging by the emotional phone conversation between your mom and yourself, that had left both of you in tears, you didn't have the heart to tell them to come later. Darcy was, their first grandchild, after all, and your mom especially, had been counting the days until she became a grandmother.

You heard the keys jangle in the lock of the front door, before the sound of it rushing open, letting in a swell of early spring air, before the sound of shoes clomping against the hardwood and the rustling sound of coats being removed filled the foyer and traveled down to where you were sitting in the living room.

"I would be terrified to drive on the other side of the road!" your mom exclaimed. "I just don't know how you do it!"

You laughed, careful not to disturb Darcy who had just fallen asleep.

"We'll have to teach you then," Harry promised.

You heard your dad laugh. Your mom wasn't the greatest driver, even in America, she drove with two feet and often sent up flying forward, straining against the seat belt when she braked. "Maybe not in your classics you got out there."

"Oh, hush!" she said, hitting your dad's lightly on the arm. "I would love to learn, honey," she told Harry. We would love to send more time here, and I should probably learn how to drive. Your dad and Harry shared a quick, concerned glance.

The footsteps got closer, as they came down the hallway and appeared in the living room entrance. Giant smiles across your parents faces.

"Hi, honey," your mom cooed, her voice tight with tears, placing her hands over her mouth in awe.

You smiled gently. "Hi, Mom." You leaned around where she was standing in front of you to give your dad a wave. "Hi, Dad."

"Hi, honey. How's my girl doing?" he said.

You nodded. "I'm great. A little tired, but otherwise, perfect. She's so worth it."

"No, no, don't get up!" your mom said quickly, holding up her hands to stop you, as you started to untangle the blanket from your legs.

She walked over to lean down and hug you wrapping her arms gently around you rubbing your back lightly. You were wrapped up by her warm, familiar scent, and touch. And for a second, you were taken back home. But London would always be home to you now.

"Do you wanna hold her?" you asked, looking up into your mom's glassy, tear filled eyes, as she sat down next to you.

She nodded, smiling tearfully. You gingerly set Darcy into her awaiting arms. Darcy squeaked a little, her eyes fluttering open.

"Oh," your mom cooed. "Look at you, aren't you just precious?" She sniffled, looking back up at you with a watery grin. You smiled back, feeling your eyes beginning to burn. "She's just beautiful." Your dad come to stand by your mom, leaning down to study Darcy carefully.

"You did good, honey," he proclaimed. "She's perfect. My beautiful granddaughter." He paused, looking over at Harry. "You probably had a part in that too," he teased, with a smirk.

"Very small," Harry played along, with a crooked smile.

"Those eyes!" your mom whispered. "Look at your pretty eyes." She stroked her cheek gently. "Yes, you are, just beautiful Darcy. Grandma loves you very much." She leaned down to kiss her forehead, before looking up at you, her face very serious and all business. "Okay, what do you need done? Laundry? Dishes? I brought recipes to make casseroles we can freeze. When the last time you vacuumed? We can go get some groceries," she listed off.

"Okay, Harry," your dad said, clapping Harry on the shoulder. "That's our cue to go play some golf." Harry looked over at you, expression torn.

"We'll be fine. You guys go have some new dad, new grandpa bonding time," you promised with a smile, and Harry leaned down to peck your lips, before they both were heading for the foyer.

But your mom had other ideas. "Stop right there, boys," she said firmly, just as they stood in the living room entry. They both halted quickly.

"Now I know you both are capable of washing dishes, and the front grass could use mowing," she explained.

They both turned on their heels, nodding in defeat, shoulders slumping as they shuffled off to do their assigned tasks.

You smiled over at your mom, who gave you a grin back. One thing was for sure, she always knew how to get things done.

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Oh my goodness, this is too good! My mom, does in fact, drive with two feet. Who taught her to do it this way? I have no idea. And my dad would absolutely love Harry, with his classic cars and love of golf. Ha ha.

I just realized that I don't think anyone's ever requested Anne/Robin or Gemma meeting Darcy for the first time. Or maybe them telling Anne that Darcy's middle name is Anne. Someone definitely should when I start taking requests again. Those would be precious.