Good Old Times - A Harry Styles One Shot

Looking into the lovely green eyes of the tiny baby girl made my knees go weak and my eyes turned all watery. She must have inherited those green eyes from her father since my own are just plain brown. Nothing special, just a simple brown.
'My little Darcy.' I whispered to the baby which made Darcy cry instantly. The nurses, who had gathered around the pallid hospital bed, wanted to take care of Darcy. With difficulties I said goodbye and left the baby in the arms of a sweet looking nurse. After a night of parturition, I was the one who should be taken care off in my opinion.
'There are my lovely girls. The two most beautiful girls on earth,' My curly haired husband said as he came in the hospital room. He pressed a quick peck on my forehead and held my hand softly, trying not to hurt me since I had been in pain all night, 'How are you doing honey? You did great, I couldn't have done it any better myself.' Harry Styles, my husband, then continued rambling. I was sure of the fact he didn't know what to say which is funny since Harry is always a very chatty lad, just like me.
I let out a soft giggle and ignored the pain, 'Of course you couldn't have done it better yourself, Styles. I mean, you're a man which makes it rather impossible to deliver babies,' I paused a second to catch my breath, 'Do I still need to teach you the basics of reproducing? I thought you learned that about ten years ago.'
Harry was the one laughing now and with one last kiss he left to take a look at the baby. Our baby. Darcy.

In the next week we had loads of visitors. Besides the usual visitors, friends and family, we had some unusual visitors as well. Namely, Harry's fans. Well, I have to say One Direction's fans. Harry Styles was, as he liked to call it, 1/5 of the boy band One Direction, England's hottest boy band. Boy band wasn't the right word to use anymore though it was more obvious to call them a man band since all of the boys were in their late twenties already. Anyway, all of their fans were standing outside our house in London. All day and all night.

'If she had longer hair, she would look just like baby Tarzan.' Louis guaranteed me as he let out a quick chuckle, his remarkable chuckle.
'Louis, now tell me. Is that a compliment or not?' I questioned him as I smiled like a retarded person who needs some serious help.
'Yes, don't you dare to joke about our baby girl, Tommo.' Harry added jokingly.
'Honestly, Olivia, Harry,' Louis took his time to look from me to Harry, 'I wouldn't dare to. And I hope the time will come soon that my Eleanor and I will have our first baby as well.' Louis finished his sentence and took a look at a pregnant Eleanor, looking beautiful like always. Their baby would be due soon.
'I think she looks exactly like you Olivia, despite the eyes. She has her...' Eleanor started saying.
I interrupted Eleanor sweetly, 'She has her father's eyes.' I spoke while poking Harry carefully in the ribs.

Later that evening, when Eleanor and Louis had left and the house was all quiet again since Darcy had finally fallen asleep, Harry and I sat down on the couch listening to some music.
'Life has become even better since I'm with you, Olivia.' Harry admitted in his husky voice.
I smiled and I snuggled myself in his arms. With 'More Than This' playing quietly in the background, it seemed like the good old times had returned. Yet one special thing was different. We got Darcy. Our Darcy.