HARRY POV
My blood ran cold and my face paled. I froze. I sat there for a good couple of minutes in shock just staring down at the box infront of me, before I got the courage to dig through the it, photos and letters spilling out everywhere. At the bottom of the box was one letter that looked older than the others, it was dated before all the others. I unfolded the letter and began to read it.
Dear Harry,
It’s been about 3 weeks since you broke up with me. I’m not going to lie it’s been the worst 3 weeks of my life. I was crying, I wouldn’t eat or come out of my room. I would vomit every day. Mum was getting worried and basically forced me to the doctors. They did all these tests to find out what was wrong. It only happened yesterday and I remember everything like it just happened. The doctor came back into the room me and my mum were waiting in with a clip board in his hands. He asked me all these questions but one stood out. One made my heart stop. “When was your last menstrual cycle?” turns out I am 4 weeks late for my period I don't know how I didn't notice.
I’m pregnant harry. 4 weeks to be exact but I’m pregnant and it’s yours. When the doctor told me I was pregnant I was just as shocked as my mum. But she just looked at me in disappointment and disgusted. She slapped me. Yup. She slapped me and told me to never come home again and walk out. I just sat in the doctor’s chair and cried. He told me I could get an abortion or adopt but I just could never kill a living thing, and defiantly couldn’t give it away. So yeah, I’m keeping it. I understand you not wanting to be a part of its life I get it. You famous now, you can do what you want.
I wasn’t going to tell you at all but I just couldn’t let you live life not know there is an un-born child in the world that is yours. So right know I’m writing this at the post office, I picked up my stuff from mums when she wasn’t home and I’m moving in with Vanessa.
But look harry if you want to be there for you child you can I can’t stop you from seeing what is half yours but if you don’t want to don’t reply to this letter. But I don’t care if you do or don’t want to be in its life I will send you updates. I think that’s fair.
-Bridget Lee
Tears scilently fell down my face as I re read the words on the pieces of crumbled paper. I looked through the other letters and saw pictures, I saw ultra sound pictures, to first born pictures birthday pictures… lots of pictures of my child growing up. I cried even more when I saw the last picture sent. On the back it read.
Darcy May Styles, 4 years old, 2014. ‘Just like Daddy’
The picture was of a gorgeous little girl with chocolate brown curls, vibrant green eyes looking into the camera. The brightest smile ‘just like her mother’ I thought. She had dimples in her cheeks. She held a small plastic microphone in one hand and a teddy in the other. I looked closer at the teddy. That’s the teddy I gave Bee on our first date.
I smiled through my tears. She was absolutely beautiful.
I have a kid. I have a child and I did not know. How didn’t I get these letters? Why didn’t I get the letters? I looked through the letters and found the envelopes were sent to management but was addressed to me. Why didn’t management give them to me? All the letters were open so they obviously opened it and hide the letters in a box.
Did management hide this from me?
My brain was thinking a million things at once. I was so angry right now. But I picked up all the letters and put them back in the box and made my way towards the door. I ran furiously down the halls and back to the simon's office.
“Harry what took you so-“ I cut Simon off.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!” I yelled.
Everyone went silent and just stared at me in pure shock, not only because I came in here and yelled but I cursed. I never swear. I hate it. But I was just so angry I couldn’t care less.
I threw the box on the table and some of the stuff spilled out. Management paled but Simon looked completely confused.
“Huh? Tell me why the fuck do you have these? Why didn’t you give them to me? How could you not tell me that I have a 4 year old daughter out in the world and you hide that from me!” I screamed.
The boys looked absolutely shocked hearing I have a daughter so did Simon but, management they just looked at me not even caring that I have a little girl in the world wondering who her father was and why he isn’t there with her right now watching her grow.
“I wasn’t there for my own daughter’s birth! I wasn’t there to hear her first words, to watch her take her first steps! I wasn't there to make sure no monsters where under her bed or in her closet! I wasn’t there! I wasn’t there because of you! WHY?” I screamed again.
“Harry calm down! We did it for your own good, we did it for the band, for you! Do you think the fans are going to listen and buy your music if you knocked up some tart?”
“Bridget is not a tart! Don’t you ever call her anything but her name! Is that all you care about money? Family comes first, it always has and always will! You had no right to hide my daughter from me! You are all cold hearted pricks!” I spat and grabbed the box before I ran out of the room and straight to the elevator ignoring the boys and Simons calls. Once I made it to the lobby I bolted to my range rover and drove back to my house. Luckily there were no paps at my house, I was not in the mood to deal with them.
Once I entered my house I ran up the stairs and into my room. I ran into my closet, got out my duffle bag and started putting in my clothes.
While packing my bag with other stuff I need I heard the front door open and 4 loud foots steps running up the stairs and toward my room. My bedroom door burst open to reveal 4 out of breath band members staring at me wide eyed.
“DAUGHTER?” they all yell.
I sighed getting up from my crouched position on the floor and walked over to my bed were the box lays. I sat down and all the boys come over and sat next to me. I handed Zayn the box since he was the closest. He opens the box and all the boys look in over his shoulder. I walk away to finish packing.
By the time I’m done, so were the boys in going through the box. They look at me sympathetically, but didn’t say a thing. I picked up my bag and sat next to the boys again. We didn’t speak for a bit.
“So what ya going to do mate?” Niall said breaking the silence.
I sigh “I’m going to find her, both of them. I have to, I just have to.”
Liam patted me on the back “We’ll help ya mate, wont we boys” he smiled down at me.
“Absolutely” “Definitely” “Of course” the boys said at the same time.
“Thanks guys you’re the best friends a lad could have you know” I said honestly.
“Well what are you waiting for lad, go find them!” Louis said.
“Oh yeah, right. Well thanks guys I'll let you know how it goes.” I said giving them all a hug goodbye.
I walked out of my house and towards my car I heard the boys yell good luck before I hopped in my car and drove…
Back to Holmes Chapel.
