The Singer (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 4

Hey y'all! Okay it's summer time right now so I'm uploading new chapters like every day but I don't know how that's gonna work in 12 days when I go back to school! Okay so, ENJOYY!

-Kayla

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I sat in my daddy's hospital room as he lay sleeping on the bed. Harry sat beside me and his mum beside him. Gemma had left for work but said she would be by later to see how he was doing. Things weren't looking so good either. His heart rate was slowing down and his breathing got harder. I was scared. Scared of what might happen to him and somewhat, what would happen to me. Where would I go? Who would I live with? I mean, I obviously can't get my own apartment because I'm 15, I wouldn't be able to drive myself anywhere, that is until December 28, but still, what about those 3 months?

I was jerked back into reality to hear daddy's monitor go flat. Zero heart rate. Zero everything. Nurses and doctors flew through the door doing the best they could to bring him back. Harry held me close as tears rolled down my face. Anne hugged me tightly as the whole world seemed to stop. Like there was nobody else in the room. I didn't know what was happening at first but then I looked over at the lifeless body in front of me as Anne comforted me.

"I'm so sorry." Harry said as I laid my head on his shoulder, as he put his arms around me.

I didn't say anything. Not then, not later, not the days that followed. When his funeral came, I barley said anything, mostly, it's okay, love you too, I know, and of course, the speech I made about my daddy and the 15 years I had with him.

Anne insisted I stay with them for the next 2 weeks at the least to help me cope with the fact that I was basically an orphan. I hated to do it, but we had to read through some papers, saying who I would live with if either of my parents died before I was 18. It was either my Aunt Charlotte or my Uncle James in Russia.

I lay in the guest room of Harry's house, watching a video my daddy made at work when I was around 7 and I went with him.

Harry slowly knocked on my door as he opened it.

"Hey." Harry said stepping in.

"Hey." I replied sitting up.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wish he didnt have to go." I replied.

"I know. Every girl needs her daddy." Harry said with a cheeky smile.

"Yeah." I said sarcastically.

"No I'm serious. I would always be there for my little girl." Harry replied.

"Harry, daddy didnt have a choice. He had a stroke." I said.

"A stroke gave him T.B, dementia and cancer?" Harry asked.

"Well, the dementia was but he was diagnosed with T.B and Cancer when he got to the hospital because he never went to the doctor so he could've had cancer for years and not have known." I replied.

"You really did your work?" Harry asked.

"Sure did. I also found out that keeping him locked up in the hospital while he has dementia doesn't help him regain a little bit of memory. He needed to be out and doing things, communicating with other people. Keeping him locked up was the worst thing to do." I replied.

"Smarty pants." Harry commented as I pushed his shoulder.

"Shutup." I said with a smile.

"Yeah right." Harry said.