Rocket | H.S

nine

lol ive been putting off these chapters because they feel so worthless. they do have a point, but i just wanted the readers to grab an idea about how they feel / think / act and all that stuff now. i promise action does come in, but im trying to pace myself and grow as a writer.
as always, i love you and thank you for your patience!

(shes meant to be confusing, Polly doesnt really know herself. shes grown and become a beautiful strong woman, but she still has mental health problems!)

There is nothing more Penelope misses than her dad when he's away.

The late night calls when she's supposed to be asleep and the constant nagging of 'when will he be home?' aren't even the indicators. As her mother, it's quite sad seeing the mood changes she faces at such a young age. She has it all and she has a really great father, but the thickened tears are the most heart breaking thing Harry and I witness.

It's not ideal for a child, but I guess we just have no right to complain in some sense. I'm trying to raise her totally different to how I was. She does not have to experience all that, even if my life depended on it. She comes first, always.

As she lay in her bed, looking out the window into the swirling sea. Where's dad? I bet she wonders a lot. She knows where he is, but I don't think she can comprehend that, and I can't blame her little brain for that. 

I sit at the foot of her bed. She's a little weepy tonight. I've been here, keeping her company yet giving her the space she wants and needs. I rub her little legs in comfort from time to time, mainly when her whines and sniffles come to play again. 

"Penelope, baby..." I whisper in curiosity. I haven't heard a single sound from her in a little while. Living by the ocean often gave her something to hear when she was trying to fall asleep. Like a little lullaby almost. 

Never gets old, does it baby? I do remember when me and your dad came here. It was so illegal, but I felt right in my place. 

"Mm?" I hear her say back. I can tell by the tine and level of effort that she wasn't very awake but awake enough to respond. 

Her tired voice is my weakness. I'm in such awe and I never knew what type of blessing she would be. She has become everything to me, she always has been since day one. She's mine and Amaras number one chick. 

When I found out I was pregnant, I thought my life was over. My dad left me and it was Toby's child. I swear it couldn't get any worse than it already was. Then, I had accidentally fucked my teacher and when I saw him standing there in front of me, behind all the weird feelings and the horror in my blushing cheeks, I knew it was all going to be okay. 

I could see it in his eyes and now she carries the same beauty. All the pain I went through was incredibly worth it. My baby looks like me and the true father. 

Harry Edward Styles. 

"Are you feeling a little better princess?" 

I couldn't see clearly as day, but I could see still. The moonlight seemed quite dull at first, but when I finally paid attention to my surroundings and stayed in the room for a while, the room became quite bright with my eyes adjusting. 

"A little." She sniffles. 

The body under the sheets moves a little, as her small arm comes out to rub her tired, dampened eyes. 

"Do you want to try and ring daddy?" I question sweetly. 

The words leave my mouth like I can't help myself either. I'm not too sure if Harry would be awake right now. I know at least one of the five boys will be, they always are. It's like they go on rotation or it's all or nothing. They are never caught sleeping at the same time. One of them always got to be awake apparently.