Please can you do one of the girls getting braces because i'm getting mine next week :D
good luck, babe. i had 4 years of braces. they're the worst, but you'll be grateful once they're off xx
“I’m not going, Mum,” Tilly shouted at you, her eyebrows furrowed in the exact same way that Harry’s did when he was annoyed about something.
“You can’t keep putting it off, lovey,” you replied. “You were supposed to have them put on a year ago now,”
Her lips were now set in a straight line, and her eyes began to turn glossy as she turned around to march up the stairs back to her bedroom.
“Come on baby, it won’t be that bad,”
You heard her slam her bedroom door behind her. “Leave me alone,”
This hadn’t been the first time you had tried to make Tilly have her braces put on. Every time the day of the appointments came closer, it seemed as though she always had an adequate excuse prepared for why she needed you to reschedule. Exams. Gymnastics competitions. A friend’s birthday. Feeling sick. And every time, Harry always gave in, to your annoyance. So, it had now been a year since she was supposed to have the wretched things put on in the first place, and she was stubborn, just like her Dad- once she made her mind up on something, it was impossible for you to get her to change it- although there was one person who could. You sighed to yourself, before knocking on the door of his office.
He was sat on one of the armchairs in the corner that faced out onto the garden, holding his guitar in his arms and the pick in-between his teeth. He was so focused on what he was doing that it took him a minute to notice you, and he jumped slightly as he looked up and found your gaze.
“Oh my- hey my love, you okay?”
You sat down next to him, exhaling slowly whilst picking at one of your nails.
“Well, Tilly’s booked in to get her braces on later, but she tells me she’s not going,”
He smiled to himself, placing the guitar down on the space next to him. “Oh god,” he moaned sarcastically. “Not this again,”
“I don’t know what to do,” Your voice began to crack slightly. “I’m just trying to help her. I don’t know why she’s so upset about it. She’s just been so snappy with me recently, and I-”
“Let me sort it.” He answered before you could finish. “I’m sure I can persuade her, one way or another,”
“I don’t even think you can, H,” You sighed. “She’s so stubborn, like someone else I know,”
He snorted slightly and rolled his eyes. “We’ll see about that,”
He kissed your forehead before left the room, going downstairs to make use of one of his favourite persuasion tactics.
Harry knocked on her bedroom door softly.
“Go away, I’m not going,” she moaned.
“I’ve made you a cup of tea,” he smirked whilst turning the handle, opening the door to find Tilly lying under layers of blankets, in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and one of Harry’s old t-shirts. Despite the death stare she gave Harry, she still held her hands out to accept the mug.
He closed the door behind him.
“Okay,” he sighed. “You’re not going, fine.”
“Okay?” Her face lit up. “Really?”
“No,” he laughed. “You need to do this, Til, you’re driving your mum mad, you’re nearly fifteen,”
“I’m not talking to you,” she groaned, covering her head with a blanket. He reached over to grab the mug on her bedside table.
“Okay, well, I’m taking this back then,” he chuckled.
“Nooooo!” she gasped, coming back up from under the covers. “That’s not fair!”
“Why don’t you want to go, Til?” he asked whilst running his hands through her hair, which had now grown down to her hips. “It’s okay to be nervous about it, I know you don’t like the dentist,”
“I’m not!” She pouted her lips. “I just don’t want them,”
“Well, why? Loads of people have to get braces, Til,”
“You never had to have them,” she sulked, her brows now furrowed. “You don’t get it,”
“Well, maybe not, but Mummy had to have them for a little bit, and she was fine,”
“No one has braces when they’re fifteen,” she sighed. “Izzy in my French class had hers off last week, I don’t want to be the last one with them on,”
“Loads of people have braces when they’re older Til, there isn’t an age limit,” he chuckled. “Uncle Niall was 18 when he had his braces put on,”
“Still,” She moaned. “I don’t want them. Everyone says they hurt,”
He peppered a kiss to her forehead. “Maybe they won’t hurt, you never know,”
Her eyes began to turn glossy. “But Daddy, I’m frightened, remember when I had to get my tooth taken out and they used that massive needle, and I fainted, what if that happens again,”
She began to sob softly into his arms.
“I remember Til, you’re going to make me cry, baby,” he whispered into her ear. “But I’m sure that won’t happen today, okay? I’m going to hold your little hand the whole time, and if the dentist comes anywhere near you with a needle, I’ll fight him,” he smiled.
“You will?” she sniffled. “Are you sure it will be fine, Daddy?”
“I’m sure, baby,” he chuckled. “I promise you. Now come on, let’s get dressed,”
Tilly sat up slowly in the leather chair, having been lying down for the past 45 minutes, her hand still clasped tightly in Harry’s as it had been the whole time. Her lips were slightly chapped, and she licked them as she pouted at Harry with disdain.
“You’re not going to give me a smile?” Harry sighed, rubbing her tiny knuckles with the tip of his thumb. Tilly shook her head.
“It feels weird,” She stared at him disapprovingly, running her tongue over the new pieces of metal that were now glued to her teeth.
“It’s gunna feel weird, Tilly bug,” He smiled. “Come on, I wanna see them!”
Tilly rolled her eyes, before flashing him a sarcastic grin. “I look awful,”
“Hey,” Harry warned, lifting her chin up softly with his hand. “You know that’s not true,”
“I do,” She moaned, placing her hand over her mouth and running the sleeve of her oversized hoodie across her lips. “And it hurts,”
Harry swooped his hand across her face, tucking back a strand of loose hair that had fallen out of her French plait, before pressing his lips to the top of her forehead. Her lips began to quiver slightly, as her eyes turned a glossy shade of green.
“Shhhh, I know,” He soothed, holding his hand out and beckoning her to follow him. “Come on, let’s get you home, babydoll,”
Tilly hadn’t said anything at all on the car journey home, until Harry had seemingly decided to take an alternative route, now navigating the huge Range Rover down the narrow Hampstead high street, reversing it backwards into a bay on the side of the road.
He peppered a kiss to her swollen cheek. “You stay here, I’ll be quick,”
10 minutes later, Tilly was practically asleep in the passenger seat, her sunglasses having fallen down on the bridge of her nose, still swamped in her hoodie. She almost jumped at the noise of the car unlocking, and was greeted by Harry grinning wildly at her, pink coloured ice cream dribbling down the side of his wrist. He licked it off slowly, passing the cup to Tilly, who began to smile too.
“You thought I was just gunna drive home without getting you something? Look at that gorgeous little smile,” He grinned.
Tilly looked back up at him, now bringing the spoon to her mouth, still smirking at him with her new metallic smile, her cheeks rosy.
“I love you, Daddy,” She whispered, pushing her sunglasses back up on her nose.
“You know I love you more, golden girl,”
--------------------------------------------------
I HAVE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH <3
more to come more to come i have too many wips. but i'll give you this for now, so sorry anon you probs had your braces for a good few weeks now but enjoy anyway hehehh xx
this forms part of my dadrry one shot series! so if you did enjoy i have linked the masterlist here. please give it some love and send in any requests bc i'm in a writing/reading slump at the moment so any requests would be appreciated. love you all hope you are having a good week <3
