Harry Styles BSM

88. Birthday (Part II)

Hi! I’m back! So last last last last week or I don’t know when I can’t remember, I asked you guys what kind of ending you want me to write for the 87th chapter, and most of the comments or should I say most people who commented wrote Happy so here it is, hope you like it!

Harry’s P.O.V.

I watched my daughter run off sighing as I sit back in my chair continuing my paper works.
These past few months, I’ve been busy with lot’s and lot’s of work since singing isn’t the only job I have, once we’ve started the hiatus, each of us had our own careers to deal with, of course all of us focused on our solo careers, singing and what not, but I also started my acting career and started to manage my own company.
Since then I’ve been busy.

I feel tired.

Actually I’m tired of work and everything. But I can’t make myself to stop working.

Not because of wealth. But because it hurts. And working seems to be the only way to stop my pain.

Pain inflicted by the loss of my significant other.

My wife. Who died just last year because of cancer. If we only knew about it sooner, we could’ve treated her immediately. She would’ve been able to survive. She would’ve been with me until now. But no, fate decided to take her from me and leave me here to suffer.

Then someone threw open the door to my office harshly.

I looked up glaring at the intruder “Didn’t I tell you Y/N-” yes, I thought it was my daughter but it turns out its not. An angry Niall came waltzing to my, his face red and his hands in fist

“Oh Niall, it was just you” I said continuing my interrupted work

“Just you?! Just you?! Harry what the hell did you do to Y/N!” he grabbed me by the collar making me stand up as he stood there glaring at me. For a person shorter than me, he stood there as if I’m the smaller one.

“What?”

“What did you do to your daughter, you idiot!”

“I told her off. She was interrupting my work”

“Your work?! Your work is more important than your goddamned daughter?! Didn’t you know what today is Harry?” he shouted as he struggle to stop his fist from landing in my face. I stood there staring at him confused.

Today? Is there an occasion?

It’s not my wife’s death anniversary, it’s not his or the other’s birthday. Birthday?

My eyes landed on the crushed rice ball on the floor, then realization hits me.

Today’s Y/N’s birthday that’s why she made me a rice ball. A rice ball which I threw just because she’s destructing me from my work. Oh my poor Y/N, I’m so sorry.

“She called me early so that I can help her make a freaking rice ball for her idiot of a father. She worked hard for it Harry, and what did you do? You ruined it. And you know what’s worse? It’s her birthday and you didn’t even acknowledge her. What’s happening to you Harry? If it’s your wife’s death that’s making you do shit like this then you’re not the only one suffering. Her mother died Harry! You should’ve been there for her as her father. And she’s not only suffering because of her mother, her father is also causing her pain, do you know now what you’re doing? You’re the worst dad ever Harry. Fix your shit.” He let go of my collar looking at me, his anger disappearing.

What have I done?

“She’s crying Harry. And you are to stop those tears from falling.” I nodded muttering a silent thank you as I walk past him into my daughter’s bed room.