Harry Styles Imagines

Son wearing makeup

Harry hums to himself as he walks toward the bathroom attached to your shared bedroom. He furrows his eyebrows seeing the door closed. There's a main bathroom upstairs for everyone to use. The only people really in the master bathroom are you two. He quietly cracks the door to see who it is. He sighs in relief after seeing your 5 year old son instead of a robber; he opens the door more. Harry stops when he sees y/s/n rummaging through your makeup. He slightly cracks a smile before sneaking away.
"Y/n come look at this" Harry pulls your attention away from your computer.
"Mhm?" You hum, completing the sentence you were typing.
"I want to show you something" he makes his way toward the stairs as you get up and follow him. He puts his finger to his lips to signal for you to be quiet as you enter your shared room. Harry opens the bathroom door and you look in to see y/s/n trying his best to put on eyeshadow. You smile wide at the sight before closing the door. You turn and lean into Harry's chest.
"Did you see him?" Harry smiles down at you, pulling you closer to himself.
"Yes! He's so precious" you giggle with excitement. Harry presses a kiss to your head.
A few hours later Harry joins you on the couch after laying your 10 month old daughter in her play pen.
"Y/s/n! Can you come here please?" You call him from the playroom. You hear his bare feet hitting the hardwood floors as he obeys your request.
"Can we talk?" Harry asks him softly upon entering the living room.
"Ok" he shrugs and sits on the ottoman, facing both his parents.
"Baby earlier today me and daddy saw you in the bathroom" you begin.
"I-I'm sorry mummy, I didn't want to be bad I was just-" he quickly explains.
"You're not in trouble. Nothing is wrong." Harry settles the boys thoughts, "we just wanted to let you know that it's good for you to play with makeup."
"If you want I can teach you how to use everything and we could go to the store and you can pick out a few things?" You suggest, hoping the boy is not afraid to pursue things he enjoys. After a long pause in conversation, "Can I paint my nails like daddy?" He points to Harry's chipped nail polish.
"Of course" Harry nods with a smile.

This is kinda short and I feel like I should've made it longer but I feel like my writing would not better the story as a whole lol. Sorry for taking a long time to update but I appreciate the support. Much love ❤️