His Melody

Chapter 1: Melody Styles

                                                                          His Melody

                                                                  Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter One: 

     Her chocolate brown curls bounced as she ran around our small apartment, laughing and smiling. Everything about her was just like him. Her smile was the same. It had that warming effect and glow, with the dimples that appeared when the ends of her mouth spread into a wide grin. Her hair was the same. Those brown curls, cascading past her forehead and stopping at her full eyelashes. It was scary how similar her eyes are compared to his. A piercing emerald green that you could'nt help but smile at. Every damn thing about her was identical to him.

     Her name was Melody. Melody Carter Styles. She was five years old.She's never even met her Dad. Hell...he did'nt even know she existed and I sure wasn't going to tell him. The father that was a mystery to mine and his daughter, was the famous Harry Styles. Hard to believe I know.  I haven't seen Harry in about three years and that was when he left for the X-Factor. We got into a huge fight right before he left and we never spoke again. You know its sad really when Melody asks me the same question almost every week. It's always, "Why don't I have a Daddy?" or her pointing out that other little boys and girls have Daddy's when she doesn't. Broke my heart actually. I smiled sadly and looked at her grinning pink lips. She stopped running and her smile quickly faded into a yawn. She rubbed her eyes and yawned again. "C'mon baby. Let's go to bed." I said taking her into my arms. She rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I walked her to her bedroom. The walls were white, but dirty. Her little bed with light pink sheets was unmade, but I guess it didn't really matter. I pulled the covers up to her chest and she breathed lightly. I kissed her forehead and tip toed over to the light switch, turning it off. The only light in the room was her princess night light shining dimly. I closed the door only leaving it open just a crack. "Night Mommy." Melody said with her eyes closed and yawning. I went into my room and fell back onto my small worn out bed. I laid my head on my pillow. Closing my eyes and drifting off into a sleep that I had waited for all day.         

         My eyes fluttered open as I heard a cry that was way to fimiliar. Weird though. She stoped crying during the night when she was one. I peeled the covers off of my body and groggily got up. I walked across from my room to hers and saw Melody sitting up in her bed rubbing her tear soaked eyes. I sighed and sat on the bed with her. "Baby what's wrong?"  I said, my eyes still foggy from just waking up. Her crying continued and it progressed even louder. "Melody..." I sighed rubbing her brown curls. She pulled her hands away from her watery eyes and they were more green than usual. "Did you have a bad dream?" I asked wiping stray tears from her rosy cheeks. She nodded her head and sniffled. I kissed the top of her head and tucked her back into her thin faded pink covers. I went back onto my bed and laid there. Wrapped up in the covers that didn't do a very good job of keeping me warm. The bed felt like bricks, stones, and nothing less than uncomfortable. Let's just say, most nights, I didn't get good sleep. Or much of any at all. 

"Wake up Mommy!" Melody screamed in my face, startling me out of my sleep. Her little feet, quick as a hiccup, ran to the kitchen. I got up and walked over to the fridge. "Pancakes or waffles?" I asked Melody while scratching my head. "Pancakes!" She exclaimed. "Pancakes it is." I said with a sigh. I opened the freezer and got out the frozen pancakes that only Melody ate because she insisted that they were magical. I put them into a napkin and stuck them into the microwave, setting it for a minute. "Mommy change the channel." Melody whined. I scuffed my feet over to her and she handed me the remote. I changed it to the channel that she normally watches and went back over to the microwave. Thirty seconds left. I leaned myself against the counter and watched the t.v. Small and static, with antennas raised high and tinfoil crushed against the tips of them. The microwave beeped loudly and I pressed the button that was almost broken, revealing the steaming and soggy pancakes. I got out a paper plate and set it on the table. I poured some milk, got some syrup and drizzled it over the "homemade" breakfast, for Melody. "I'ts ready." I said, making her jump off the couch and skip over to the table. Her curls bouncing and her green eyes sparkling. She giggled as she stuck her fork into the cut pancakes and stuffing them into her mouth. "How are they?" I said laughing a little to myself. "Good." She said beaming, her cheeks concealing the enormous amount of pancakes. 

By now I had gotten my clothes on and Melody had finished her breakfast. "I don't want that one." She said going through her drawers and throwing out a pair of pants. She reached inside and got a pink skirt and a white shirt with a light pink flower on it. "This?" I asked making sure that's what she wanted to wear. She nodded her head and raised her arms. I chuckled at her and pulled her night gown right off. I put on her regular clothes and she was finally dressed. We both got into the car and drove to her daycare. When we got there one of the fathers was walking in a little girl. "Who's my Daddy?" She asked while I took her out of her car seat. "Umm..." I said but her quickly cutting me off. "There's Mrs. Faye!" She exclaimed hopping out of the car and running over to her daycare teacher. I smiled and grabbed her pack, full of toys and an extra pair of clothes. I walked over to her and Mrs. Faye so I could give her, her bag of things. She took the over sized pack and I knelt down looking Melody in her little green eyes. So, so much like his. She hugged my neck and I hugged her back tightly. "I love you." I said kissing her check and standing up. "Love you too!" She said running inside of daycare. I shook my head, laughing to myself and started the car. Driving to my next destination. Work. Being twenty years old, with a four year old and no one else to help you stresses you out. Like work wasn't enough already. I was a waitress at a diner about ten to fifteen miles away. The pay wasn't the best but some how, just some how it got me and Melody through. We did often struggle around Christmas and other holidays. I parked the car and got out, walking inside for another day of work. 

"Thank you." I said plastering a fake smile onto my face. An old couple just gave me a tip...a pretty low one too. Much lower than what i was suppose to get. "Here Jocelyn." My boss said handing me a cup of coffee. "Just the way you like it." She said with a grin. My boss, Georgia, was the closest thing I had to a mother. She would always be there for me and Melody. My parents didn't want me around anymore when they found out I was pregnant. So they gave me just enough money to get me to the US. I live in South Carolina now, but me and Melody still have that sweet british accent. When I gave birth to Melody, nobody came to see me in the hospital except Georgia. "Looks like the days over with." She said with a sad smile. "Not many people today." I said sitting down at one of the bar stools. "Or yesterday, or the day before that." She replied sighing heavily. "Maybe it's just a slow week." I suggested. "Nah...the business is going down. Not many people comin' round here no more." She said taking a sip of her coffee too. Worry and fear wedged into my heart. What if the place does go out of business? Then I won't have a job. And that was the only way me and Melody were barely scrapping by right now. "Well..."  I said, then clearing my throat. "I better go pick up Melody." I continued, taking my cup out with me. "Bye sweetheart." She said wiping down the counter. I waved and walked out to my car. I sat in the passenger seat, pulling out my tip money and counting it. "Twelve dollars and... two cent." I sighed. Great...just great. 

I put the little money that I had in the pockets of my apron. Taking a deep breath in, I turned on the radio and started the car. Before I started to drive, I took a large sip of my coffee, then I started towards daycare to get Melody. Little did I know I would never get there.