Adopted by Harry Styles

surprise!!

Dawson is 13
Sawyer and Sydney are 10
Autumn would have been 17
Harry is 35 and Danielle is 32
{10 years later}

When I woke up about three hours ago, I did my normal routine. I woke my wife up, kissed her a good morning, and got dressed. Then, I woke my kids up and made them get dressed while I made them breakfast and a lunch bag to take to school. After that, I said goodbye to my wife, then dropped my kids off at school and came home to an empty house since I work from home.

It's now around noon and my phone rang. I didn't think anything bad about it. I usually get a few phone calls throughout the day. So, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Styles, father of Autumn Caroline Styles?"

"Um, yeah, this is he? I'm sorry, but Autumn passed away about 13 years ago."

"We understand, sir. Can you come down to our office? Her surgeon has had a case like your daughters recently and would like to speak with you."

"Of course, yeah. I'll be right down."

Confused, I hung up. I got up from my desk, grabbing my phone and wallet and going downstairs. I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter.

I drove down to the hospital, parking my car and walking inside. I walk up to the receptionist, speaking, "Hi, I'm Harry Styles. I got a phone call earlier?"

"Oh, yes. Follow me," she spoke, standing up from her chair and leading me down the hall, into a room.

He sat at his desk and looked up when he heard the two of us walk in, "Mr. Styles! Please, take a seat."

The receptionist walked out of the room and I sat down in a chair in front of the desk. "What's all this about, sir?"

"Mr. Styles, I've recently gotten a case with a three year old girl by the name of Hannah. She's got cancer just like your daughter did. I'm sorry to inform you that when you're daughter had her surgery in Indianapolis, the surgeons missed something."

"Missed something?" I spoke, growing angry.

"Apparently, Autumn had a brain bleed. The doctors didn't do a head c.t. and if they would have, your daughter could've gotten the surgery she needed and would probably still be alive today. We asked for her information from the hospital and we got a phone call from the chief of staff. He explained the issue and the surgeons that were in on the case have been handled, but we thought that you had the right to know."

"I appreciate it, but this couldn't have been told to me fucking 13 years ago when my daughter died?" I snapped.

I sighed and spoke before he did, "You better fucking make sure she lives."

"We've got a surgical plan to get all her tumors. She'll live, Mr. Styles."

"Good, at least fix one child the right damn way."

Not caring, I got up and left the room. I walked back to the receptionist, "Can I see Hannah?"

"Hannah Young? The girl with the cancer?"

"She's not just a girl with cancer. She's much more. Now, can I see her?" I spoke as she looked back at her computer, shocked at my words.

She told me Hannah's information and I got on the elevator, finding Hannah's floor. After I found her room, I knocked on the door, a woman opening it.