Harry Styles' Daughter

It had been a long day of school, and I wasn't looking forward to walking the 5 mile walk home, so I gladly accepted Kyler's offer of a ride home from school. On the short ride to my house, I had found out that he was football captain and they had their first game tomorrow, which is why when he asked me if I'd be watching, I said yes. I happily thanked him for the ride home, before getting out of his truck and quickly walking into the house. I noticed Harry's BMW was in the garage, which meant he had come home early. When I walked into the house, I realized my speculations had been correct and saw Harry sitting on the couch watching the television while working on his laptop.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and an apple before making my way to the living room, "Do you mind if some of my friends come over and spend the night tonight?" I ask from across the room.

"Yeah." He spoke, "just don't be too loud, Louis will be coming over to work on business, and I don't want you girls to bother him." He finished without even looking up from his laptop.
Hearing Louis would be coming over, was always a good thing because that usually meant someone would actually pay attention to me. I knew it was stupid for Harry to say “Don’t bother Louis” because he was always happy to have Veronica’s friends over. To say Louis was more like a father to me than Harry was, was a huge understatement. He gave me birthday presents, hugs, asked me how my day was, not to mention his much friendlier demeanor. Not that Harry was mean to me, he wasn’t. but we didn’t talk. The only time he ever even showed any sort of interest toward me was when I was younger. During tour he had no choice but to drag me along, and when paps were around, he would pick me up, put me on his shoulders, and throw me in his arms making me laugh.

I sighed before going upstairs to my room and shutting the door. I had 2 hours until the girls would be coming over and plopped on my bed. The box was still on the ground from where it fell last night, and I pushed myself off my bed towards it. There was at least 8 of the journals, each a different year of my mother’s life. There was also photo albums. Some of when my mother was growing up, and a lot of her teenage years, but there was also a white one, different than the brown ones. I opened the white album and instantly realized why it was different. Inside were thousands of pictures from my mother and Harry’s wedding, honeymoon, and pregnancy announcements. The last thing in the box, was a big orange envelope.

I grabbed the envelope and went to my bed were I plopped down and lifted the flap of the already opened envelope.
Inside were letters, hundreds of them, all with the same handwriting as my mothers, and all addressed to the same person, Me.

Notes

I know its super short but this is where I wanted this chapter to end off as a bit off a cliff hanger, but today was my last day of school so I hope to update a lot more frequently and hopefully again tonight? idk, love you babies c:

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