I wouldn't be able to forget all the little things from my son. His first word. His first footstep. His first piece of hair. But the guilt is eating me away, because his father doesn't know. His father doesn't know that there is another piece of blood related to him on this Earth. Even though his father is a natural popstar. -Mia Lovenburg © COPYRIGHTED ANTONICE LEA. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS MATERIAL CONTAINS FEDERAL COPYRIGHT. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAY BE PRODUCED OR SUBMITTED IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM UNTIL OTHERWISE PROVEN AND WRITTEN FORMALLY BY ANTONICE LEA. trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csd7eviUbHc&feature=youtube_gdata [[this was one of my first fanfics and well have all had that terrible fanfic so if you like my other stories dont read this bc its shit and not like my other ones. yeah so good luck if you want to, its terrible though]]

"You were merely the dolls on strings...the...show. Unlike any other show, you didn't rehearse, oh no no no. You see you are puppets, you are controlled by strings. And those strings my dear sweet Adriana Styles, are controlled by management. You only have his last name for a year. He doesn't love you honey. He loves your fame. He loves your money. Harry loves the idea of what you can give, but not you yourself."