Harry Styles' Daughter

I hear the car pull up in the drive way at 2 in the morning and listen to the car door open and shut before he stomps inside and slams the door, not caring if he wakes me up or not. He comes up the stairs, whistling, and is in a good mood.

I tip toe out of my room, and watch him go to his room and begin to take off his watch. I hide behind a corner, and study every detail about the man I'm forced to live with.
My dad has always been an attractive man, who has always handled fame well without getting too caught up in the glamour.

He didn't have a temper, and usually stopped to talk to fans back in the One Direction days without complaining, and still today, gave generous amounts of money to charity, volunteering his own time to help others.

To say that Harry, or my dad, is successful, is an understatement. One Direction lasted 8 years until Harry and his best friends were both ready for families and settled down. And that's when I was born, that's also when my mother was born.

People say my dad became depressed, a whole different person. Grandma Anne and Aunt Gemma had to come over and take care of me, because he refused to, saying I was a monster who killed the only person he loved in this world.

After 2 months, he was ready to bounce back up and started his own record label. It's still successful today and I think it's the only thing that keeps Harry sane.

It's not uncommon for him to come home at late hours, and I think he likes to spend so much time there, as long as he doesn't have to spend it with me.

For years and years I couldn't understand why my father hated me, I hadn't done anything wrong.

For seven years, I tricked myself into believing that he could love me. that I could have a father and we would be a happy family, but now that I'm older, I've learned to accept that my father hates me, but that's okay, I hate him too.


"Paisley, get to bed, it's late and you have school in the morning. You don't want to be tired on your first day of secondary school, do you?" He says rather calmly from his same position, concentrating on his watch.

I roll my eyes before responding, "Do you really care if I'm tired or not?" I say slumping against the door frame.

"Does it matter if I do or not? I'm still your father and you still have to listen to me, now do what I say and go to bed." he says standing up now facing me.

"You're the worst excuse for a father, ever!" I say screaming. "I hate you!"

"Dammit," He says raising his voice, "Go to your room and do whatever the hell you want, I'll deal with you tomorrow."

Harry has never abused me, but he still scared me because of his temper. I go to my room and slam the door causing a box of my mother's stuff to fall off of the desk on the highest shelf that I've never seen.


I open the box and grab the purple book from the top.
the cover read:

"Property of Delilah Faith Sorensen.

Notes

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