dad!harry and ayla concepts masterlist
“no mummy!” harry heard ayla shout from the other room. he had left the two playing whilst he was going through some emails. his daughter wouldn’t stop yelling and that was his cue to get up and walk towards the playroom.
he heard y/n giggling which led him to furrow his brows in confusion. he walked into the room and saw his daughter sat on the floor with a huge frown on her face.
“what’s going on here?” harry asked very concerned. ayla turn to look at him and then glared at her mother and looked back at harry.
“tell daddy what’s going on”
“mummy and i were playing with the dolls but she won’t let me have the zayn doll. i don’t want your doll daddy.” harry paused for a moment and then suddenly wanted to laugh, but he didn’t for the sake of ayla.
“so what you’re saying is you like zayn over daddy?” he sighed and sat cross legged. “why are you trying to break me ayla?” he put his hands over his face to see if she’d do/say anything.
“mummy chose him over you as well!” she argued back. “hey young lady, don’t you drag me into this” y/n playfully scoffed.
“it’s alright, i get it. you love zayn more than me right?” ayla nodded her head repeatedly but then came to a quick pause. she got up from where she was sat and wriggled her want into harry’s lap and attempted to wrap her arms around him.
“love you more than zayn, daddy”
“i know my love” he kissed her cheek and he looked over at y/n who rolled her eyes.