Harry Styles Imagines

-𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴-

Preview: *DAD HARRY!* Y/N is 14 and Harry is a single dad. Lately she's been giving him a lot of attitude and he's getting sick of it. He ends up sending her to Niall and Louis for the night to snap some sense into her, but they did quite the opposite

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"Oh my god it isn't that big of a deal! I'll do it later!" I exclaimed, storming through the front door followed by my clingy father.

"Y/N I want you to do it now, at the dining table, with me. Your grades have been dropping and I want to help you improve them." My dad sighed, shutting the door.

"Maybe because I can't focus with you clinging onto me every freaking second!" I cried, kicking my shoes off.

"I'm your father and I care about you. Now go and sit and the dining table." He instructed, grabbing my shoes and putting them away.

"No, you're being so-"

"Now!" He barked, snapping his head up to look at me.

I groaned, moping my way towards the dining room.

What's up with him?

It's literally the summer holidays next week and he's fussing about my stupid grades?

It's not like my GCSE's are soon or anything, I've got forever until I need to study for them.

I sat down at the table, dragging my books out onto it and pencil case.

Dad walked in about a minute later with two glasses of water, placing them down then sitting beside me.

"What subjects do you have?" He asked, his voice calmer from earlier.

"Isn't it obvious they're all laid out on table." I mumbled, crossing my arms.

"Watch the tone. So maths, physics and chemistry?" He warned me, looking down at my books.

"Bravo, do you want a medal for being able to read too?" I murmured, sitting up and grabbing my maths book.

"Y/N I mean it, you're walking on thin ice right now."

"Oh my god then just go away! I can do it without your constant hovering and attention. It's so annoying!" I shouted, slamming my hands down on the table.

"Stop acting like a brat and get on with it then! If your grades weren't falling then maybe I wouldn't have to be hovering over you!" Dad yelled, running his hand through his hair.

"Then get lost!" I shrieked, glaring over at him.

"You know what. You can do all of this in here without your phone. Once you've finished it you can come out and hopefully we can discuss this when you aren't being an immature child." He snapped, standing up and snatching my phone from the table.

"Urgh, you're so annoying. And I'll have you know I am actually child because I'm not 18 so I can act like one." I seethed, watching as he walked to the door.

"You were much more sweet and bubbly when you were a child. Now you're just a grumpy teenager." He called out, shutting me in the room.

Great. Now I have to do physics, maths and chemistry.

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"Y/N, bed, now! It's 10pm on a school night." Dad ordered like an army officer, snatching the blanket off of me.

"We literally break up next week what's the big deal?" I scoffed, continuing to watch Greys Anatomy.

He walked towards the tv then unplugged it, the screen going completely black.