Adopted by Harry Styles

twenty-five

{italics is flashbacks. regular is present day}

"Autumn! Sweetie we've got to go!" I called from the back of the tour bus.

"Coming daddy!" She answered as I heard her running towards me.

Her high ponytail swayed back and forth as she ran. She opened her arms and I picked her up, kissing her cheek and walking her off the bus.

"Harry!" I snapped my head up to see the boys running inside the hospital calling my name.

Louis saw me first in the waiting room. His face dropped when he saw my tears. He hit Liam on the shoulder and he looked in Louis's direction, saw me, and then they walked over while Niall talked to Danielle.

"Daddy, what's cancer?"

My eyes snapped up to meet Autumn's as we laid in the hotel bed, watching SpongeBob on my computer. It's been a few days since I found out Autumn had cancer.

"Why do you want to know about Cancer?"

"Because I have it," she answered me.

"Autumn, how do you know you have cancer?" I asked.

"I heard Uncle Louis and Aunt Gemma talking about it. What is it?"

"Baby, cancer is something that'll make you very, very sick."

"They won't tell me anything," I sobbed, rocking back and forth in my chair.

"Liam, go get a nurse. He needs to be sedated," Louis answered. I could tell I was making him nervous.

Louis got up and pulled me onto the floor with him.

"Lay down," he spoke softly as I did so, I continued crying as he rubbed my back.

"She's coming," Liam spoke as he came back, getting in the floor with us.

"Don't leave me," I cried as Louis rubbed my shoulder as a nurse appeared, Dani and Niall following.

"So how did I get it?" Autumn asked me.

"I don't know love," I answered sadly.

"Can I ask another question?"

"Of course."

"Will I die?"

-

"Autumn, let's wake up sweetie," I spoke to her.

I lifted the covers from her and there was blood pouring from her nose, staining the once white pillow case a crimson red.

I immediately grabbed some tissues and held them up to the bleeding nostril and gently shook her awake.

"Daddy," she spoke as she felt the tissue on her nose.

"Don't move darling," I spoke quietly as she looked over, seeing the blood on the pillow case.

She began freaking out, which I instantly reacted to. "Shh, sweetie, you're okay. Daddy's got you."

-

I laid in the hospital bed, the boys asleep in the floor around the bed. I picked up my phone, clicking the home button. The screen was bright, so I backed it away from my face and checked the time.

4:01 a.m.

It's about 6 in the morning there, so they should be awake and heading to the arena with 5SOS. I called Danielle, but she didn't answer. So I called Ashton, and he butt answered me.

"I want daddy."

"I know sweetheart, but daddy's sick. He needs to get better before he comes to see you."

"But Uncle Ash." She had started crying.

"Oh sweetie, don't cry-" I guess he sat down then, because the phone hung up.

I sat there in the hospital bed, crying because I wasn't there to console my daughter, who only wanted me.

"He's waking up."

"What's going on? What happened?" I asked as I found my head resting on Louis's thigh.

"You were panicking, so we got a nurse to sedate you," he sniffles, "you aren't going to like what I'm about to tell you, Harry."

"Oh my god," I spoke as I sat up and stood up, "she isn't dead. Don't you fucking dare tell me she's dead."

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I began pacing. "Harry, she isn't dead."

I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him, "Really?"

He nodded, "But she doesn't have much longer. The cancer has spread to her brain and they ran tests. She's going to pass away in the next week."

My heart stopped and it felt like the world was ending. I stared at him and he stared at me back, but the longer I stared, the more he got concerned.

"Niall," he whispered as Niall looked at him. He stood up and came to stand in front of me.

"Harry, I need you to say something," Niall told me. I broke my trance from Louis and looked at Niall, who had concern etched on his face.

"Harry."

"Mate, get Danielle," I heard Niall whisper to Louis.

Seconds later, Danielle ran inside and Louis followed behind her. "He's been like that since I told him a few seconds ago."

"Harry, baby," Danielle sniffled, "please say something."

I can't say anything, because I have nothing to say. I'm lost for words. My daughter, my three year old daughter, is going to die within a week. I can't say anything about that.