Take Care Of Her *under intense editing*

NO MORE!

{i love you... dont forget me my love}

Harrys POV--

shes dead shes actually dead..

i picked up Allie off of Elizas body and walked out the room. she was crying curled up in my arms.. it must be hard for her.. but i feel like 1000 pounds was just added to my shoulders.. i feel as if i lost all hope in everything. i walked to the tour bus were all the boys were. in 3 days her funeral would be held and i don't know if im ready to face her yet.

all the boys were sitting on the couch looking at me and the child o was holding in my arms. i walked over to them and laid Allie down on the other couch and sat next to her playing with her curly hair she obviously got from me. i looked up at the boys who were staring at me then at Allie then me. they continued this for minutes.

finally louis pipped up "so... hazz we all have... questions if thats okay with you of corse." he smiled shyly.. i mean i couldnt get mad at them for wanting to know things i never told them about and i cant just sit aroud with my daughter i havnt seen for years strolling around while everyone here is left with a blank mind of her wearabouts. i sniffed whipes my eyes and nodded my head waiting for one of them to ask questions.

"so uhmm what do you all know so far?" i asked looking at one of them to answer.

"we only know that her names Allie shes 4 and that beautiful young lady in the hospital her nick name is Eli were guessing and uhmm shes about 20ish? yeah and thats all" Liam said looking down at his fingers.

i nodded "okay well.. yeah this here is Allie Darcyan Styles yep shes 4 her birthday on January 12 and" i clearned my throat not really wanting to talk about the only girl who made me change in high school from my dumb ass, rude, smart ass ways to a caring, intelligent, understanding always funny way. "well that girl.. her names Eliza, Eliza Hernandez she was hispanic, french and well she was 16 when we first met and we were together for 3 years until we graduated and well we didnt start having it until we were 18 her birthday was January 16 she loved animals penguins mostly and shes 22 now shes the only girl i actually.. loved because she changed me a lot if it wasnt for her.. i wouldnt be here right now" i looked down at my feet that suddenly became intresting.

"well then... she was a very big part of your life then.." Zayn just had too say the obvious. i nodded and looked down at Allie who had the longest eye lashes she got from her mother and she had her full lips but my lip color.. she had my skin tone and my hair and my eyes since i saw them one they were open. i took my bottom lip between my teeth trying to hold back tears but they could stay.

i heard the boys stand up and walk into the other room. i brought the hell of my hand to my eyes and sobbed for 2 hours; until i heard shuffling and small cries. i wiped my tears and stood up and craddled her in my arms rocking her back and forth "whats wrong Allie?" i looked down at her.

she sniffed and looked up at me with big gray eyes "i-i miss mummy!" she screamed and burried her face in my chest.

i rubbed her back 'shhhing' her to calm down. her cried became quiet as she cried her self to sleep once again. i laid her back down and stood up and walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me sitting on the toilet. i cried and cried for a while when i looked up and saw a blade.. i didnt want to become a cutter, no one does. but people do it when their depressed and just need to get the pain out (A/N: no harsh feelings i mean.. i do it this is my point of view on it) i leaned over and grabbed it and stared at it.

i had my reasons to cut. i was stressed, because of all the hate and work , i was depressed, from the death of the only one i loved and because i had to try to get my daughter to feel better. i hated my self for missing out on her life after so many years and i promised my self that i would be the best father in the world for Allie. i broke apart the blade and brought it to my wrist.