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Harry Styles Bsm/Ddm Imagines

Cooties

Your dad was making lunch for you and your siblings when suddenly you dashed through the kitchen and hid behind his long legs. Startled, the knife he held in his hands clattered to the counter before tilting off. It landed on the floor. Harry clutched his chest, his face pale.

You stared at the knife for a moment, but it didn't register to you that your foot was close to being impaled. You were too caught up in the game you and your siblings were playing to care. When hands suddenly wrapped around your arm, you jumped up and scrambled to your feet. You nearly stepped on the knife in the process.

"Hey, hey, Y/n," Your dad said in a strict tone. " You know the rules. No running or horseplay in here. Especially when I'm cooking." He picked up the knife and rinsed it off in the sink. It was silent for a moment, and he sighed. When he looked over his shoulder to say something to you, you were gone. He frowned.

Minutes later, lunch was prepared on the table.

"James, Darcy, and Y/n. Get down here. It's lunchtime," Harry called up the stairs.

No one came down.

He sighed and made his way up the stairs. He peered into each room he passed by but found no one. He made his way towards the end of the hallway. The last door was his room, and no one should be in there. He opened the door and walked in. "Darcy, Y/n, and James. Are you in here?"
He got down on his knees to look under his bed, and then his closet.

Where are they?

Harry traveled back downstairs. To his surprise, he found all three of you congregating at the dining table almost finished with the lunch he had prepared. Melted string cheese dripped from the sides of each of your mouths as you all devoured the homemade pizza. The three small bowls he put grapes in were empty.

After his shock passed, he sat down and began eating his lunch. The three of you resumed the game you had been playing before.

Humming lightly to himself, he gathered all of the dirty dishes and put them in the sink to wash them. Engrossed in his cleaning, he didn't hear your footsteps approach behind him. You tugged on his cotton shirt, and he looked at you over his shoulder.

"MayI help rinse?" You asked in the most innocent voice you could muster.

"Sure."

You hummed happily as your dad passed you dishes in silence.

After a moment, your dad hung the folded dishcloth on the faucet and cleared his throat. "Okay, Y/n, what's the catch?"

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Huh?"

Your dad crossed his arms and said, "Y/n, when have you ever volunteered to help do chores?"

You twisted a strand of your hair. "Well...I..." you trailed off. Your eyes searched the ground.

Worried, your dad stooped down to tilt your chin up with his thumb and index finger. "What is it?"

"I'm supposed to tell you the bad news," you said softly, your eyes avoiding his. You feared that if his eyes met yours, he would know the truth too soon. "But, I don't know how to tell you."

The lines and creases in his forehead deepened. He crouched down to your height and took your hands into his massive ones. "Y/n it's okay. Just tell me."

"Um, it's just...it's just," you paused, and then removed your hands from his."Nevermind. I don't think it's that important anymore."

You started to walk away, but Harry caught your arm and gently tugged you back to him "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

You nodded.

He cupped your face in his large hands, and his thumbs lightly stroked your cheekbones. He then placed a kiss on top of your head. "Fine. Just remember that it's okay to talk to me about anything on your mind, okay?"

You nodded again. But, you still couldn't look him in the eyes.

He let you walk away, but just before you could step over the threshold into the living room, you halted. "Oh, dad, I forgot to tell you something."

"What is it, sweetheart?" He asked with a small but concerned smile.

" Dad...you have cooties."

The smile fell from your dad's face, but the straight face you managed to keep on morphed into a grin, and you dashed into the living room.

A squeal escaped your throat when you heard the quick padding of your dad's bare feet behind you.

"Come here, you," your dad said, chasing you up the stairs as you giggled non-stop.

"You have cooties, you have cooties," you chanted dashing down the hallway.

You spotted Darcy and James giggling as they ran off. When you caught up to them, the three of you dispersed to find hiding spots.
I
Minutes passed by when you heard the first squeal. Darcy had been caught. Anxiety increased as more seconds ticked by.

James suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. You frowned. James was the best at this game, and he had already been caught.

You were next.

Your small hand clasped around your mouth as footsteps neared. They got closer. And closer. And closer...

And then...they faded away.

You released the breath you were holding.

You waited.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Your back and neck were starting to ache so you opened the cabinet under the sink and cautiously climbed out. As far as you know, the game wasn't over yet.

Intently listening for any sounds, you crept up the stairs. The hallway was bare and empty. Not a soul residing there. You tiptoed across the vegetable rug that covered the wooden floors and inched closer and closer to the opened door at the end of the hallway. Your dad's bedroom.

Right when you were about to peek, barely audible footsteps shuffled from downstairs.

"Okay, Y/n, we quit. You win the game," James yelled. "Did you hear me? You wii-iinnnn."

Pumping your fists in victory, you walked down the stairs. Darcy and James stood side by side with their arms behind their backs. Immediately you sensed something fishy.

James and Darcy stuck out their hands in a truce handshake. Tentatively, you shook their hands.

"Got. You," a voice whispered from behind.

Before you knew it, arms encircled your waist. You were diving towards the floor and taking the person behind you down also.

Moments later, a deep chuckle surfaced from under you.

"Dad," you whined, "you cheated!"

He swept a loose strand of his long hair from his bright green eyes. "Well, I don't quite remember forfeiting or calling it quits, do you?"

You sighed and laid your head on his stomach.

"I must admit," Harry said with a note of curiosity, " you're very good at hiding. Where was your hiding spot?"

"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret hiding place anymore, now would it, dad?"

Harry sat up, causing you to sit up as well as he ruffled your hair, earning groan from you.

"James, " Darcy spoke in a tiny voice, "since we all have cooties, what do we do now?"

James thought long and hard while tapping his little chin. He looked at Darcy, a sly smile forming on his lips as he mouthed a word. Darcy frowned at him, not understanding. He rolled his eyes.

"Attack the infected!"

They both suddenly pounced on both of you, knocking your dad flat on his back and you on top of him.

A tickle war erupted. James was under one arm of Harry's and Darcy under his other, giggling uncontrollably.

Attempting to crawl away, you looked for the safe haven of the living room, but large hands seized your waist.

"And just where do you think you're going, Y/n?"

You gave your dad another one of your innocent looks, but you knew it wasn't going to work on him this time.













Notes

My first Ddm...how wonderful!



PerciaxXXx

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