Best selling author Harry Styles is kind, sweet and charming. He's all someone would ever want and more.
Journalist and workaholic Nina Garcia is smart, caring and most importantly stubborn.
They formed a relationship.
Had a kid.
5 years later th...
!!!TW!!! ~topics of abuse that might not be suitable for readers~
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Harry, have you gotten everything you need?"
"Yes, mummy."
"Alright, dad is gonna pick you up from school today because I've got a meeting to go to." I feel my tummy immediately spiral with butterflies. I don't like when dad picks me up.
"What about Gemma?" I sheepishly ask. She sometimes walks home with me. "Can't she pick me up?"
"Gemma is hanging out with a few friends, sweetie. She'll be back later tonight." My mom responds, she seems to notice how upset I've gotten because she lifts my chin up and places a giant kiss onto my cheek. "You'll be fine. I bet dad will take you out to eat dinner."
I nod, knowing whatever I say won't change her mind about dad picking me up.
My day at school turns out to be really fun. Valentine's Day is near and Mrs.Baker has asked us to do some paper hearts for our parents. I remember mum being really excited about her gift last year. She was pretty upset that day but I don't know why. I think maybe my dad hadn't gotten her a gift.
When everyone starts leaving with their giant hearts in hand, my stomach starts to hurt again. I really wish I could stay at school forever but I can't.
I look down at my own paper heart, excited to give it to mum when she comes home. She's gonna love it. It has glitter and her name on it. Most of all it's red and that's her favorite color!
"Harry! Your dad's here!" I hear Mrs.Baker call. I look towards the familiar car on the curb, gulping at the view of my dad in the window.
Slowly, I make my way to him and listen as Mrs.Baker says goodbye to me. Opening the car door and climbing onto the backseat, I hear my dad mumble something under his breath. He doesn't say hello to me, something he never really does.
In hand, I notice he's holding a green bottle in hand, feeling my face grow hot.
I didn't like how that juice made him act. It made him do scary things. The entire car ride home, I shut my eyes and clutched onto my seatbelt across my body. I learned that this thing was supposed to make you feel safe whenever you were in a car, but I never did.
I felt the car swerve at times but I'd just imagined I was on a roller coaster or doing something nicer like riding my bike.
I live really close but car rides with dad always seemed to take hours.
"Get out of the fucking car," Dad says. I flinch, opening my eyes and noticing we were already in front of my house.
