Meeting of fate | Larry Stylinson

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When Harry was eighteen, he was in a relationship with a guy named Derek. After dating for a few months, Harry found out that he was pregnant. And after he told his past boyfriend, he left the next day with no goodbye whatsoever.

But today, Harry is twenty-three years old and he is happily single with a four-year-old baby girl named Sophia. The girl is the best thing that has ever happened to him, and he is so so grateful.

And it's not like he has to take care of Sophia all by himself, he has people who can help. Sophia's favorite person to watch here is Emma - his best friend since they were in diapers - it's great, considering Harry needs to work so he can pay for all the boring stuff they need, and then he, of course, needs to spoil his little baby girl.

But sometimes he just wishes that he had someone else, someone he loves and someone who loves him just as much. Because sometimes it gets too much for Harry, and he doesn't really like calling Emma all the time to ask her for help.

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Harry is sitting in his car, with Sophia in the backseat. They're currently jamming along to Louis Tomlinson's song called 'Miss You'. Louis is Sophia's favorite artist, and he might be Harry's favorite as well.

"We're dancing on tables
And I'm off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn't get better they say
We're singing 'til last call
And it's all out of tune!" Sophia screams out, a big grin on her beautiful face. She looks a lot like Harry with his dimples, eyes, hair and face shape.

"Sing it, baby!"

"Should be laughing, but there's something wrong
And it hits me when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I miss you!" They're both laughing now with big smiles on both faces, dimples popping out.

"Daddy! Love that song! Again, please?" She gives him a big toothy grin, her green eyes looking at him through his driving mirror.

"Sorry, baby. We're at grandmas now. But maybe if you ask her nicely, she'll play it for you." They are of course at Anne's - Harry's mum- and not Derek's mum. Considering he left, his parents don't know that they have a grandchild. Or that's what Harry thinks, he doesn't really care if he's being honest.

"Okay, daddy." She looks at him with a confused look, "Are we gonna sit here all day?"

He chuckles before unbuckling his seatbelt, quickly jumping out of the driver's seat  and walking over to the side his daughter is sitting at and helps her unbuckle her seatbelt, "Come on, baby."

She carefully jumps down from her car seat. When she's down she held her hand up, silently asking her daddy to hold her hand. He gladly accepts, taking her tiny hand into his much bigger one.

He closes the door after her and quickly locks his black Kia with his keys.

After locking the car, they walk slowly together towards the house Harry once lived in as a teenager.

When they reached the door, Harry crouched down so his face was at the same level as hers. He looked into his beautiful green eyes before softly speaking, "Do you wanna knock, baby? Wanna be a big girl and knock on grandmas and grandpas door?" She excitedly nodded her head, before knocking on the door with her tiny fist.

Considering her fist was so small, and she wasn't strong at all, Harry had to knock as well on the door so his parents would hear.

She looked at him with an offended look, "Daddy! You said I was gonna be a big girl and knock, and then you knock!"

"Sorry, darling. But they wouldn't have heard it if I didn't knock."

Suddenly the door opened, and there stood Anne with a big smile on her. She had a beautiful yellow blouse on, with a pair of black tight jeans and her daily jewelry.