Dear Daddy

Chapter 7

1st February

Dear Daddy,

Yesterday was my birthday. I didn't get any presents. Even if I did, I wouldn't want them. Every year mummy and I would open my presents together and then we would cut the cake. We usually ended up covered in it. Then we would have a shower and mummy would tell me to scrub behind my ears. Then we would go to the park and mummy would chase me around. That didn't happen yesterday. Instead of going to the park, mummy went to heaven. I need you daddy, more than you realise.

Love Bella Rose Murray-Styles ❤️

I closed my eyes and put my blue crayon down.

I knew mummy was in a good place but she wasn't here with me, which was where I needed her.

A small sob bubbled from my lips which was followed by loud wails. The sobs caused my rib cage to ache and my throat to burn.

Rebecca walked through the doors as I hastily wiped my tears away.

"Are you finished your letter, Bella?" She asked me softly, placing her hand on my shoulder. I shrugged off her hand before folding my letter in half and handing it to her.

"Come on Bella, let's go find Braydon" she said, grabbing my hand to help me get off my stool.

I don't even think Braydon could cheer me up.

"Bella!" Cheered Braydon as he made aeroplane movements until he crash landed into my arms, giving me a hug.

"Hi" I whispered, a sad smile danced across my face when my eyes met his worried coffee stained irises.

"What's wrong?" He asked, touching my arm in a concerned way.

My head remained facing the wall, stuck in one position as I sighed.

"Just sad" I told him before sitting down on the play rug.

He nodded before pulling me into another embrace.

Curiosity took control of my body as I looked at Braydon, seeing something I didn't before.

"Braydon, why are you here at the hospital?" I asked, looking at his bald head.

"Well because of mummy and daddy going to heaven!" He exclaimed, because I already knew this.

"But when did they go to heaven?" I asked, still staring at his head.

"One month ago?" He answered, unsure of his measurement of time.

Rebecca knelt down next to me and lent towards my ear.

"Braydon has leukaemia. It is a type of cancer and he will most likely go to heaven because of it, but don't say anything, okay?" She told me. I still didn't really get why he had no hair, but nodded.

"Hey Braydon, do you want to play with those trucks?" I asked, pointing at the bright coloured cars and fire engines.

He nodded eagerly before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards that corner.

I turned to face Rebecca as I was being pulled only to see her with a smile on her face and a finger to her lips.

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Harry's POV

1st February

Dear Daddy,

Yesterday was my birthday. I didn't get any presents. Even if I did, I wouldn't want them. Every year mummy and I would open my presents together and then we would cut the cake. We usually ended up covered in it. Then we would have a shower and mummy would tell me to scrub behind my ears. Then we would go to the park and mummy would chase me around. That didn't happen yesterday. Instead of going to the park, mummy went to heaven. I need you daddy, more than you realise.

Love Bella Rose Murray-Styles ❤️

I felt terrible. She needed me and I wasn't there to offer her the help she needed.

I am not risking everything I have earned for a child who I have never met! No matter whose child it is.

I stuck my hand in the envelope, expecting another letter from the nurse but only got a small tear of a yellow sticky note.

'You have until the 3rd. Then she goes'

I let out a groan before chucking the shoebox into my wardrobe which had just gained another letter.

I stalked out of my room and into Louis'.

"Louis?" I called out to him from a far corner in his room. He looked up from his book and sat straighter.

"Yes Harry?" He said, giving me a puzzling look.

"What would you do if your girlfriend had a baby but you didn't want the baby so you broke up with her but now she is dead and your the only one your child has left?" I asked, blood rushed to my cheeks.

"Um Harry-" I quickly cut him off.

"Hypothetically. Just hypothetically because I don't have a 5 year old daughter" I told him, nodding vigorously.

"Oh, well I guess I would choose the child. A child needs support and love. I wouldn't let my fame get in the way. I would only worry about my child getting the hate but yeah, why?"

"Just a... A YouTube video! Some dick head right?" I laughed nervously before crawling my way up the cold, polished, white marble stairs.

I sat on my bed with my head between my hands. Looking over at the wardrobe which held the shoebox. That is where my daughters hopes for a father went. A shoebox in a wardrobe. What a great father I am.

I fell backwards, letting my head hit the fluffy pillows that were covered in shades of blue. I weighed out my options. My eyes scrunched up in concentration as I went through the consequences being there or not.

It wasn't long before I had made my decision.

I wasn't going to get her.

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