Doll • h.s •

Prologue

He ran his fingers trough his hair and sighed in frustration. If he didn't have this work done by today.... He could kiss his writing career goodbye. It wasn't a very important career in  the journalism world, but he liked what he did. He sat on the top step from his porch stairs and pinched his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. There were children playing out in the middle of the street, absorbing the warm weather of the day, giggles echoing through the place. He smiled, it reminded him of his sister back home and he wondered how she was doing.

"Mr. Styles!" He tore his gaze away from the kids towards the direction of the voice. "Hi! Morning." A tall blonde stumbled up to him and stretched her hand out which he politely shook. "How are you doing today?" She asked, her voice held a very faint southern accent.

"I'm great, Holly. Kinda working on the article I had to turn in today for the newspaper." The blonde suddenly frowned.

"Oh. I shouldn't have interrupted you. I'm sorry. I just had to go out and go settle and appointment with the surgeon and fill out some papers today and I couldn't leave my precious Daisy alone."

"I know it's none of my business Holly, but... Why a surgeon? You're a gorgeous woman." He stated the obvious as he closed his draft notebook and sat up straight, curling his fingers with one another. Holly smiled, flattered at the compliment.

"Thank you, Mr. Styles, but it's not for me. Is for Daisy. She has a bit too much proportion on her hips, her nose is not thin and pointy like ours. I'm trying to make her look like her sister. We are after all a strict looks family."

Harry looked at her in disbelief as he held back a laugh at the ridiculous words she was saying. Sincerely, he knew the family was a little odd, but he couldn't believe there were still people who had thoughts and ideas like that.  Nonetheless he placed his elbows on his knees and nodded. "Daisy can come over. She's no problem. If you want she can stay here. Let her write a whole bunch since she loves to write as well."

Holly grinned and clapped her hands. "Means the world, Styles. I'll call her over. I owe you." She chirped and threw an excuse of a wink his way. 

Harry nodded out of courtesy before he got up and shook his head. Such a woman talking about perfecting her daughter who is already as beautiful as it gets just to get her to get rid of something that makes her... Her.

"No surgeon could fix that damaged head of hers." He closed his door as he mumbled to himself and went to pour himself a glass of orange juice.

The sound of the front door being slammed echoed through the empty house as he took a sip from his juice. There was mumbling, a smug smirk covered his features as the presence of her made its self clear in the house. "I'm in the kitchen, Daisy." He informed. 

"I brought my bag. I'm staying tonight." She whispered as a tear hot slipped from her eye. "This people are unbelievable. Mom isn't even like dad. She wouldn't have allowed this."

"Baby, not even the best surgeon in the world could fix her ugly mind and ideas." He tapped his head's side and shook it. "She's deranged up here. You're perfect. You don't have the irrelevant things she calls flaws and, to me, you have the greatest physic I've ever seen. You're a doll. My best doll."