Harry Styles' Daughter

I wake up only 4 hours after going to bed to the sound of my alarm. After finally getting up, I trudge down the stairs, and already know Harry has left for work. From the looks of it, he was late too because the coffee was untouched and there were no dishes indicating he had made any breakfast.

Not long after I had sat down to eat my bowl of cereal, Veronica came in to get ready for our first day of school like she does every year. Veronica, had been my childhood best friend considering her father, Louis, was in the same band as Harry, we had spent most of our young ages together during tours. We were only 4 months apart in age and Eleanor had said that my mom and her had enjoyed all the perks of pregnancy together. Eleanor was in the room with my mom when she died, giving birth to me. I shudder at the thought, and try to concentrate on Veronica who's telling me a story about yet another boy she met at the supermarket.

Veronica, who has been spoiled her whole life, recently got a job at the local grocery store for the sole purpose that she had seen hot workers that work there. I often envy Veronica, she has a mother and father that love her and each year during the holidays, they go on vacation as a family. Meanwhile, I spent every day, holiday or not, at home alone while Harry spent the day at the office. I knew Harry spent more time there than he had to, but I wasn't sure if I cared or not. I hated not having a father that loved me, or sympathized for me. We both lost a person we loved, he understood what I was going through and I knew what he was going through, but he wouldn't even talk to me. The days that Harry was home, I spent my days in my room while he spent his in the recording studio we had in the basement, writing songs or whatever he liked to do. Sometimes, I would go downstairs to the empty room across the hall that I used as a dance studio and almost felt like we were bonding, but whenever he saw me, he would leave or turn the other way.

Eleanor had told me that my mother was a dancer, and that was why Harry would never watch, but each time I danced, I felt like I was a little closer to the mother I knew nothing about. I only knew her from the stories people would tell me, usually El, the boys, or even Grandma Anne and Gemma, who I rarely ever saw. Of course, Harry knew the most about her, her parents had died shortly after Harry and my mom had started dating, and she was an only child so he was the only living person that knew her the longest. Every time I asked him about her he would yell or simply storm away slamming the nearest door.

I sigh, no longer hungry for my corn flakes and bring my bowl to the sink, untouched. Veronica really tried to sympathize for me, but she had no idea what I was going through. She would never understand why each year on August 15, my birthday, I cried in my room and knew Harry was to, just across the hall. Veronica was pretty, smart, and had everything in life handed over to her, so no matter how much she tried to, she would never understand.

I go upstairs while Veronica finishes eating and read another diary entry from my mother.

February 10, 2010
Dear Diary,
Eleanor has been helping me a lot since Garret broke up with me, it’s been a week and I feel so pathetic still crying every night. But today, it was a lot worse. Eleanor Calder, my best friend, told me she was moving... TO ENGLAND. It’s our senior year and she’s leaving me. Diary, I’ve never felt more alone, I won’t be able to run to Eleanor, the girl next door, when my parents yell at me. We won’t be able to graduate high school together. We won’t be able to go to prom together. No more sleep overs. No more copying eachothers homework. No more nursing the other when they have a terrible headache or cramps. None of anything.

I’ve never had a friend like Eleanor, and I never want to try and find. She said once I graduate, I can move to England with her, but I’m only a freshman, 14 years old and have two years left of highschool. I hate the fact that her parents got a stupid job or that Eleanor got asked to model. I hate that she’s leaving me when I need her most. And I hate that I can’t hate her. I don’t hate her. I won’t hate her. I hate a lot of things, but I could never ever hate El, my best friend since forever. I know that we will still be best friends, and there’s no doubt in my mind that we will constantly be texting, emailing, skyping, writing, whatever to make sure that we still seem like we’re in the same country again.
So what do I do now diary? I hate my parents. I hate my school. I hate my teachers. I hate my life. I’m alone. I have nobody. My parents don’t talk to me unless they’re yelling at me. All I know, is that when I’m a parent, my child will never feel alone.
Bye Diary,
Delilah <3

I cried hard, and didn’t stop for a long time. My mother had known exactly how I felt. She knew what it was like to be so sad and alone, and she said she would never let her child feel like that, yet here I am.
I wondered if she knew. If my mother was in heaven, or purgatory or wherever she went, if she knew how miserable I was, people are supposed to be happy after they die, so I bet she doesn’t. I was hoping that thought would comfort me, but it didn’t, and I don’t know why.
I composed myself at least a little before Veronica had come up to my room and we got ready. I was sad, but grateful to have such a wonderful friend as Veronica, who would always put a smile on my face that never left until we got to school. Veronica and I stood in line waiting to get our schedules and shared nervous smiles with the other freshman and chatted with whoever was willing. I was glad to see that Veronica and I had almost similar schedules and even the same lunch period. Sophie, Anna, Hailey, and Casey; my other close friends, were also in the same lunch, but other than that, had very different schedules. As the bell indicating that first period would start in 3 minutes rang, we all went our separate ways, except for me and Hailey, who had first period choir.





By the time 4th period was over and it was time for lunch, I was already exhausted and ready to go home, but when I saw all my friends sitting at a table with a spot saved for me, I decided that I could last the rest of the day and sat next to them. At lunch we decided that we should have a sleepover tonight, since it was Friday, and I said they could all come to my house knowing that Harry wouldn’t care or notice. I decided against even texting him about it because he would be angry if I was interrupting him when he was with a client. Not long after we had decided all the details the bell rang and we all parted again going to 5th period. I was looking for room C155 long after the tardy bell had rang and was getting more lost with every turn I took.

“I’m guessing you’re lost.” A voice said behind me.
“What makes you think that,” I said smugly, turning around to find out who the deep voice belonged to.
“I just know these things.” The boy said now standing next to me and was at least 3 inches taller than me, which was rather impressive, considering I was 5’9’’. He had shaggy blonde hair that he had spiked up with some gel thing and wore football (Soccer for America) sweat pants and a school t-shirt showing off his fit arms. “I’m Kyler.”
“Paisley,” I say stretching out my hand to meet his. “Supposing I am lost, do you think you could help me,” I ask hoping he’ll say yes.
“Only for a pretty girl like you,” he says winking before grabbing my schedule and heading down a hallway. “I tell you what; I can lead you to your class, if you give me your phone number, yeah.” He states.
“Deal.” I say deciding he can’t be too bad and follow him to my class. Once we reach the other side of the school, he stops in front of the door and I take out my pen writing my number on his hand before thanking him.
“No problem, I had independent study right now anyways, but you are late by 5 minutes, bye, Paisley.” He said before walking back the way we came.
I walk in the room and feel everyone’s eyes on me. It didn’t really bother me, being “Harry Styles’ daughter” I had gotten used to people knowing who I was and wanting to talk to me.
“Ah yes, Paisley Styles, I was wondering if you were going to show up.” The teacher says not looking up from her desk.
“Sorry, I got lost and couldn’t find the class room, it won’t happen again.” I say still standing by the door.
“Very well, it seems everyone has a partner but um, ah yes, Mister Ryan Caulter, he can explain to you the project, get to work.” I walk over to the boy who was waving, assuming he was Ryan. He was about my height and had brown hair with brown eyes. He was cute, and I was astonished as to why none of the girls had picked him as their partner, taking a quick look around the room, he was my first choice. He smiled at me and I noticed he had braces, but also very white teeth and had a toned body suggesting he played sports.
“So for this project, we basically have to make a project about the French Revolution. Then we have to present it in class on Monday.” He said, still smiling.
“Awesome, we don’t have much time left in class, but you can come over to my house tomorrow if you want.” I suggest, remembering I have plans with the girls tonight.
“sure that’d be cool,” He said as the bell rang. “Mind texting me your address,” He said scribbling his number onto a piece of paper and handing it to me.
“Of course! See you tomorrow.” I said matching the smile he had on his face almost this entire time.
I found my last 3 classes without any problems and Ryan was even in my 8th period class and walked with me to my locker. He had me laughing the whole time, and I was glad I had him as a history partner. He had told me all about his twin sister, who I remember having in my choir class, and how much he loved sports and was talking about how he hated people who slurp their noodles when we reached my locker where all the girls were already waiting for me.
I laughed and told him I would see him tomorrow and he, of course, gave me a wide smile and a friendly wave before waving to the rest of the girls.
“He’s cute”
“Who’s he?”
“Where’d he come from?”
“Do I have any classes with him” The girls were chattering, not letting me explain, but demanding answers and left me to patiently wait for them to calm down.

Notes

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