What If [ Harry Styles ]

Prologue

"Morgan please, I want to be with you."

"No Harry, I just cant my mom just died, just because you think its all okay because you flew to New York for me? Well im sorry Harry but life doesn't work like that." She says and my heart breaks a little. I grab her hand but she pushes my chest.

"Please, let me be here for you."

"See, that's the thing I don't want you here for me." She says harshly, I stand up and leave the hospital. I go to Starbucks to get a coffee. My heart is in a million pieces, how could she not want to be with me? Doesn't she know Ill take care of her? A girl with black curly hair comes up to take my order.

She smiles. "Hi welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you?" She says kindly. I smile at her.

"Erm can I get a vanilla bean with a shot of expresso." I say she laughs, I give her a questioning look.

"So a vanilla frappe?" She says, I laugh and nod my head yes. About 3 minutes later she hands me my drink, I thank her and leave, I don't really feel like being on a plane right now, so I book a hotel at the Westhouse. I take a taxi.

"Hello Brother, Where to?" He says in an Indian accent. I chuckle to my self.

"Erm The WestHouse Hotel." I say, he nods and drives.

"So your from England? The UK brother." He says I smile his accent it just so funny.

"Yeah I am." I say.

"Ahh I have a brother from there you see." He says waving his finger in the air.

"He is? What does he do?" I asks.

"Wemon of course brother." He says and my head rolls back in laughter.

"Yes, I see that but like work." I say.

"Oh ahah sorry I didnt understand, and he's a big famous guy you see?" He says.

"Ah really?" He nods his head.

"Big big taxi driver." He says and I laugh even harder. Figures.

"Thats cool mate."

"Now tell me Harry right?" He says I nod my head.

"Big famous right?" I nod my head again.

"Now I know you hear a lot but my daughter love your band brother, you meet her yeah?" He asks. I smirk but then agree I don't have anything better to do.

"Sure mate, but your going to take me to my hotel after?" I ask.

"Yes yes yes." He says.

"Alright then ill meet her." I say.

"Oh thank you thank you brother." He says and I laugh.

"So since you know my name, whats yours?" I ask.

"Call me Baillie." He says.

"Baillie huh?" He smiles and nods.

"Cool, Nice to meet you Baillie." I say.

"No its very very nice to meet you Mr harry." He says I smirk and shake my head. We get to his house. We both get out.

"Now my daughter Harry, her name is Ananda." He says.

"Thats beautiful what does it mean?" I ask. His smile grows.

"Joy." He says. I nod and we both walk up to his house. He opens the door.

"Ananda come come." He says and appears a girl with jewelry all over her.

"Yes papa." She says she looks up and her jaw drops to the floor. I smile I go over to her and she starts crying.