London Lights |Harry Styles AU

|Prologue|

"What would you like for dinner, Anna?" Evelin asked Anna as the whole family sat comfily down at the dinner table in hopes of having a good dinner.

"I don't know! Anything!" Anna answered bitterly, rolling her eyes without making contact with her mother.

"Anna Gemini Styles!" Evelin was beyond frustrated right now. Harry and Evelin's oldest daughter, Anna, had been causing the couple lots of chaos lately. She set her hands angrily on the tables, hoping to catch Anna's attention.

"Evelin..." Harry softly mumbled, hoping to calm his wife down.

"What's going on, Anna? Why are you acting so strange lately?" Evelin lowered her voice, relaxing a little.

Anna looked up at her mother for once and didn't even bother to look into her eyes or smile. "Why do you even care?" She cried hysterically. "You can at least stop pretending because I know that you really don't care!" Suddenly, the strangest thing happened. Anna launched out of her seat and ran upstairs sobbing.

"Anna! Get back down here, now!" Evelin shouted from the top of her lungs, standing by the stairs. But Anna didn't make an appearance.

"Eve, I will talk to her. I think she needs some time alone, I'll see what's up," Harry spoke in hopes of calming things down a little.

Evelin closed her eyes and bit her lips, nodding. "O-kay," Evelin mumbled in defeat as she slowly opened her eyelids. "Please check up on her, I am really worried for her," She pleaded Harry softly.

Harry went to place a soft kiss on her right cheek. "I know you do, love."

~

"Anna!" Harry knocked on Anna's door. "Can I come in or what?" There was no answer in return, so he decided to knock again.

"Anna, hello?" He sounded desperate this time, hoping she'd answer.

"No, dad. Go away," He finally heard her respond. He sighed in relief and smiled at how stubborn Anna was being. Without daring to tell her, he decided to open her door by himself. He twisted the knob, and surprisingly, it was open!

"Anna, tell me what's going on," He insisted the minute he walked into her room. An aroma of bubblegum filled his lungs as he took a seat at the end of the bed. He looked around at the boy band posters and female singer posters hung up on her wall. They almost entirely took up all her wall space.

"Dad," She sighed. "Nothing is going on, okay?" She hugged the pillow tightly and looked away. "I'd like to sleep now, please dad?"

"Anna, I am not stupid. By the way you've been acting during the past few days, your mother and I definitely know that something's up. Look, if you tell me, I promise that I will not tell your mother, alright?" He grinned, hoping she'd take his deal.

Anna seemed to think for a moment. "You won't tell mum?"

"No, not if you don't want me to," He nodded promisingly. "So, is that a deal?"

She swallowed before nodding. "Okay, dad. I will tell you. Everything."

Harry nodded and waited for her to start explaining.

"Dad, High School is difficult!" She complained in one huge breath. "I literally have zero friends and no one seems to like me anymore!"

Harry was taken back. "What?" He cried in shock. "You have friends, what about Amanda and Joana?" He reminded her.

Anna looked down at her pastel blanket that was covered with cupcakes. "Well, that's the part I didn't get to tell you," She mumbled quietly. "They are not my friends anymore."

"But, you guys used to be so inseparable before!" He reasoned, his voice nearly cracking.

"Well, they are fake friends," She noted. "High School changed them. They hang out with the popular girl; Lily, and her crew. It looks like they've become a part of her clique," She added, she looked like she was about to cry. "They are too embarrassed to hang out with me now. They think that I am too childish," She shrugs.

"Oh, my poor baby!" Harry frowned, reaching to hug her. "Everything will be alright, I promise you."

"Dad!" She cried. "I am no baby! I'm fifteen years old, for your information," She frowned as she reminded her father.

"I know, I know. But you're still my 'little daughter' in my heart," He teased. She frowned playfully.

"Well, I should leave now. We'll talk about this in the morning. If you don't want to go to school tomorrow, you don't have to," He gave her a firm smile, telling her she'd be okay.

"Thanks. That'd be lovely," She gently returned the favor. "Dad!" She called him again before he could get up and go towards the door.

"Yeah?"

"Can you tell me a story tonight?" She tilted her head happily, waiting for an answer. Harry's heart nearly sank, he couldn't believe it. His little Anna used to love his stories and would make him tell her one every night until she turned thirteen. It'd been so long. It felt so long. A huge smile was plastered on his face as he turned around. "Really!?"

"Yeah!"

He sat back down and turned to her. "What story would you like? The Princess and the Robber? The Girl who Cried, Wolf? The Ugly Little Mermaid...?" Harry and Anna had a very strong father-daughter bond. Harry was famous for making up funny versions of original stories which would totally crack Anna up.

"Noooo, dad!" She whined loudly. "Not those," Harry looked rather surprised than shocked. "Then what? Didn't you say that you wanted to hear one of my stories?"

She covered her face with the palm of her hands and let out a few giggles. She sat up straight in her bed so she could see eye-to-eye with her father. "Yes, I want to hear a story, dad." She nodded. "But, I want to hear more of a...." She looked like she was looking for a word. "Personal, yeah personal story...." She finally seemed to make up her mind.

"Personal?"

"Yeah, like you know... how you and mum met,"

And that totally shut Harry up. He was speechless and didn't even know what to say. He bit the inside of his lip rather to think. "I-I don't-"

"Please, daddy!" She cut him off, begging. When she called him 'daddy,' he was shocked. He didn't see that one coming. He seemed to think for a second. He finally looked up and gave an accepting smile. "Okay,"

He wondered for a bit. He wondered where he should start. "Anna, this... this whole story might be a bit bizarre and crazy....." He warned her.

"I don't care! Just tell me!" She eagerly exclaimed in the anger she couldn't hold anymore.

"Okay, okay." He held his hands in defeat and sighed. "Our love story began in London,"