Harry Styles Imagines

Stuck in the airport with kids

"Ethan, come here please" Harry calls to your three year old son who is running around the airport during the layover. You see him come running towards you and jumps in your lap. You and Harry laugh. You begin to notice more people surrounding your family.
"Y/n, do you think we should move?" Harry whispers to you as he takes notice of all the fans beginning to gather around you.
"Probably but where to?" You ask. Harry stands from his seat next to yours and hands you your six month old daughter and walks up to a desk. You glance down and see Delilah still asleep and Ethan is watching her. Harry walks back over to your spot and begins to pick up bags as he nods his head toward a worker. The worker brings you to a private room.
"Thank you" You say as he walks out, closing the door behind him.
"What time is the plane supposed to get here?" You turn toward Harry with Delilah in your arms.
"Um. In about 3 hours." He says, checking the time and putting bags down. The room has chairs against the wall then an open space in the middle. Ethan has already started running around the open space with his toy.
"Is it worth it to set up the play pen for her?" You ask. Harry nods his head as a response. He pulls it out and sets it up. You put her blanket and stuffed animals in then place Delilah in to sleep. Harry sits in a chair and you sit between his legs on the ground. He starts to comb his fingers through your hair. You close your eyes.
"Mommy, can I sit with you?" Ethan says as you are falling asleep. You reach out your arms and he plops in your lap, leaning his back against your chest. You wrap your arms securely around him. Harry is watching Delilah asleep in her play pen while combing through your hair.
Harry's pov
We finally get everything situated in a room we got that is away from fans. Delilah is asleep in her play pen. Y/n is between my legs. I love playing with her hair. It's soft and when he leans her head backwards is get to stare at her beautiful face for a long time. Ethan comes and sits on her lap. He's such a mommas boy. After a while everyone is asleep. I'm not that tired so I just continue to play with Y/n's hair and look at her gorgeous face. About an hour and a half later I get a text from Paul saying that the plane has almost arrived.
Your pov
"Baby." You faintly hear Harry whisper into your ear. "Love, it's time to wake up." He whispers again after a few seconds. You start to wake up. You open your eyes and see Harry's green eyes staring back at you. He smiles, and you smile wide after seeing his perfect dimples. He leans down and kisses you for few seconds.
"I'm going to get Lilah." He whispers slightly louder now. You nod.
"Ethan. Bubba." You whisper. He groans and fidgets in return. "I'm going to; tickle you" You say in a teasing voice. He fights a smile. You start to tickle his sides and he can't help but laugh. You see a smaller version of Harry's dimples in Ethan's smile.
"E, you better stop letting her tickle you. One of these days she's never gonna stop." Harry teases from across the room, changing Delilah's diaper.
"Nah huh" Ethan sing songs.
"Ok. Come on, you can sleep on the plane." You say, lifting Ethan to his feet and you stand up. You take out all of Delilah's toys and pack up the play pen.
"Ethan. Shoes." Harry says, handing Ethan his little Spider-Man shoes. Ethan sits in a chair and straps his shoes onto his feet.
"Momma, daddy! look!" He hops off the chair to show you and Harry that he put the shoes on the correct feet.
"Good job!" Harry lifts him. "Now if only Mommy could learn." He whispers loud enough for you to hear and puts Ethan down.
"Hey?!" You playfully hit Harry's arm. He grabs your waist and pulls you into his chest. You stay there a while and just breathe in the comforting scent of Harry.
"It's ok mommy. I'll teach you" Ethan says to you sympathetically. You and Harry laugh. Security helps you all board the plane safely. Ethan is looking out the window, you're in the middle and Harry is by the isle with your daughter in his lap. He rests his head on his shoulder and you giggle to yourself because he had said he wasn't tired