Dear Dad... (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2-13 Years Old

July 26th.

Dear Dad,

Uncle Zayn and Aunty Perrie got divorced today. Mom keeps blaming it on you. I don't know how you could have done it. Perrie and Zayn are still friends, though. I think they live together still. It's funny how love works.

I got real ballet clothes today, Niall got them for me. He said they were an early Christmas present. I have my first concert soon. I want everyone to come. Mom, Zayn, Liam, Perrie, Niall and maybe even Louis. Niall told me Louis was in a special hospital, designed to let him get better. I don't know why Niall talks to me like I'm 5. I know what Louis used to do. It's not good, Dad. Everyone misses you. Mom told me Louis and you used to be really close, and that's why he's depressed.

Mom doesn't cry as much anymore. She sits around at home, though, and I think that's just as worse. I told Miss Lawson about this and she said it's part of her recovery. She really loved you, Dad. I wish you were here so she could tell you again. Miss Lambert made me tell her everything I miss about you, and put it in a list. I guess this is what I wrote.

1. You're hugs.

2. You're support.

3. The way you cooked pancakes.

4. How you would let me stay up late and watch you record songs and write them.

5. You're hair.

6. How you would read to me every night before I went to sleep.

7. How you and Mom used to hug in the kitchen every morning.

8. I miss how you would laugh every time Mom and I would dance.

9. When you would go for a run with Cesar and come back with the newspaper and you would let me read the cartoons before you read the news.

10. The times where you would sing to Mom if she was upset or angry.

11. Our cat whiskers and our plays.

12. How Mom used to call you 'Mr. Styles' when you two were talking.

13. You're voice and you're love.

14. You.

I could only write that much before I began crying. I didn't understand when I was ten. You weren't going to come back. I wasn't going to see you soon. I miss you. So much, Dad. People in school are really mean. They would talk to each other about how their Mom's and Dad's used to listen to you when you were younger and how much they thought your singing sucked. I know they don't mean it dad. They're just being mean.

I have to practice for my ballet concert, Dad. I love you.

Love Always,

Darcy Styles.