Single Parent (Harry Styles)

I wrote part of this on my iPod, sorry if the format is weird. :/

~~~~~~ Chapter 1

I woke up with my 3 year old daughter laying on top on me. I smiled at the brown mop of hair that was tickling my chin. I nudged her a little to wake her up and her eye lids fluttered open. She yawned while stretching before completely gaining consciousness. She met my eyes and grinned.

"Good morning, daddy!" she looked up at me.

"Good morning" I kissed her forehead, "Want pancakes?"

"No," she shook her head, "I want cake."

"Cake for breakfast?" I raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Yes" She nodded, making me laugh.

"How about French toast, instead?" I asked.

"Ooh, yeah!"

"Let's go make it then" I said. She rolled off of me and jumped out of my bed. I got out and followed the thumping of her feet against the wooden floors. We walked into the kitchen and I picked her up, sitting her on the granite island. After I made the French toast, of course with assistance of my head chef Alyssa, I grabbed cups out of the cabinet. I grabbed a normal mug for myself and a Hello Kitty Sippy cup for her. I poured our juice and we carried our food into the living room. We sat there, eating, watching a hilarious episode of SpongeBob. The sound of her giggle warmed my heart. If only her mom could hear it.

Skyler, her mom and my ex, got really stressed after Alyssa was born. She couldn't handle a new baby, her controlling parents, and tabloids all at the same time... so she became an alcoholic. I got custody of Alyssa after things started getting out of hand and 2 months later, Skyler committed suicide. It's still complicated explaining where her mom is every once in a while when she asks why other kids have a mom and she doesn't. She's too young to really understand.

"So, what do you want to do today? I'm thinking... finger painting?" I said putting our plates on the table and pulling her onto my lap. It's rare that we ever get to do anything outside of home. I don't feel comfortable with being stalked by paparazzi when I'm trying to have fun with my daughter.

"Yeah! Can uncle Niall paint with us?" she asked excitedly. Alyssa absolutely adores Niall.

"I have to see if he's busy or not" I said. I grabbed my phone off the side table and dialed his number. I put it on speaker.

"Ask him if he wants to come over." I said as it rang.

"Hello?" his Irish voice rang through the room. It sounded like he was eating.

"Hi Uncle Niall!" she grinned.

"Ally! Hey princess, what are you doing?"

"I'm watching TV with daddy. Do you wanna come over and paint with us?"

"I would love to, I'll be there soon"

"Okay yay. Bye, bye!"

"Bye" he sang. I hung up and put my phone on the coffee table. I picked Alyssa up and dropped our plates in the kitchen sink.

"Time for you to take a bath." I held my nose jokingly. She frowned as I carried her up the stairs. She really doesn't like baths, like at all. She splashed around making it really hard for me to clean her, but after a lot of struggling, I did it. I was soaked, by the way. After I dried her, and dried myself off, I picked her out a finger-painting-friendly outfit; Shorts and a dark blue tee. I helped her brush her teeth and when the doorbell rang she rushed downstairs. I followed after her, laughing at how eager she was. I opened the door for her and she literally jumped into Niall's arms.