The Names Styles, Lacey Styles

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The music blared out if my radio as I danced around my room. Harry's dramatic part of the song was about to come on so I stopped in the middle of my room and stared of my hair brush.

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flick your hair gets my over whelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell... You don't know ow! You don't know your beautiful!" I sang into my hair brush. After more then ten years this song is playing on the radio? Good job dad.

I smiled to myself as I thought of his face. I had only seen pictures and videos of him but I felt as if I had a connection with him that he didn't know about. Maybe if I had, had his number or email I could had contacted him and told him how proud I was. But I didn't. So I couldn't.

If you didn't gather, Harry Styles is my father. And don't think I'm just a crazed fan trying to get close to him because I'm not. He's like thirty four and I'm thirteen. My mother doesn't like to talk about him though, so I don't know a lot about why I was born and about their relationship.

The song ended and some song by UnionJ began. This caused me to turn the volume down a bit. Sure they where good but I'm not the biggest fan of UnionJ.

I turn to my body length mirror and stared at myself. My face was red which matched my fiery hair and my clothes where clingy because I was so hot and sweaty. Well don't I look sexy.

I quickly pulled out some joggers and a white tank top and exchanged them for the tight jeans and v-neck. I then brushed my hair so it wasn't a mess and had a sip of water. By the time I was done the song had ended so I turn the volume up a bit.

"Order now and we will throw in a free car wash!" A cheery man said. Damn adverts. I turn the radio off and flopped into my bed before getting out my phone. I scrolled through my GlassEye feed just to find a bunch of lame statuses about global warming and stuff like that.

"Why did I fan these people?" I muttered as I deleted status after status. One status caught me eye though. It was by Harry styles.

HazzaSoffical: Liam is round playing with Lola. I wish I had a kid :( xxx<3.

There was loads of comments, mostly from older women who liked One Direction when they where my age. I sighed as I began to type in my comment. I comment on all his statuses but he hasn't commented back yet.

LaceyLove_S: don't worry Harry, I'm sure you will have one some day :) xx

I typed. When I said this I secretly meant that I wish you will meet me and look after me one day. As I hit submit the front door opened.

"Lacey" I heard my mum croak from down stairs.

"Yes mum?" I called sitting up.

"The voices" my eyes widened slightly. I needed to know what they where telling her.

"What are they saying?" I asked slowly, making sure she understood what I was saying.

"To kill you" she muttered. I gasped. Oh please no, not this!

"Are you going to?" I squeaked. My phone was out so I could call 999 if I needed to.

"Yes. I'm so sorry Lacey! But I have to!" was all she said before I heard her running up the stairs.

I legged it to my door and locked it. Then I pushed my chest if draws in front of it. I dialled 999 and asked for the police. As it rang I heard my mother banging on the door.

"Let me in Lacey! You don't know what the voices are doing to me!" She cried stabbing into the door. A new dent appeared into the wood with each blow.

"British emergency services. Which service do you require?" A robot like lady asked on the other side if the line.

"Police and possibly ambulance" I rushed. There was a click and then another person spoke.

"Police" a man said.

"Hi, my mum suffers Schizophrenia and the voices are telling her to kill me, so she is trying to" I cried down the phone.

"Lacey! Open this door! I need to do what the voices say!" My mother bellowed.

"Stay calm miss, I can hear your mother" he informed me "tell us your address and we with be with you in five minutes"

"25 riverside close" I muttered as I backed away from the door.

"We will be right there. Block the door, do not let her in"

"Will do" I breathed before hanging up.

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"Lacey?" A police woman said taking hold of my hand.

"Yes?" I croaked looking up at her.

"Your mother isn't well enough to look after you" she whispered kindly as she rubbed her thumb over my hand gently.

"Where will I go?" I whispered back. Hot sticky tears pricked at the back of my eyes. I blinked them back so that the woman would not see them. Big girls don't cry, that what mum used to say whenever I was hurt.

"Your mother said Harry Styles was your father. Of course we didn't believe her because if her mental state" she began. Pity they didn't believe her, because it was true. "So while you where sleeping we took a DNA sample and it turns out your mother was correct. Harry Styles is your father and he is picking you up in five minutes"

I looked at the woman in disbelief. I was going to live with my dad? A wave of emotions rushed over me. I was already shaken with the police barging into my house and taking away my mother kicking and scream that she will do her duty so this just kind of tipped me over the edge.

I felt a hot tear trickle down my right cheek. My mouth broke out into a huge smile as I jumped into the police woman's arms. "Thank you" I said into her neck "I've been waiting for this day my whole life"

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A/N:

Hey guys!! I'm really proud of this chappie!!

By the way I am British so 999 I the correct number you call when you need police, fire or ambulance.

Also GlassEye is like the future twitter and Facebook wrapped up in one. Awesome right? Lolololol

Hope you enjoyed this xx

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