In which a lawyer stumbles upon a scared little girl late at night with no supervision, keeps her company and befriends her, only to find out her father is the world-famous popstar, Harry Styles.
This story includes mature content.
*Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft, dadrry
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"So, Poppy, what's wrong? Do you not like slides, honey?" I ask, dying to know how she ended up here all alone.
"I do... I have one at home, daddy bought me one and put it in the garden. I just don't like this one," she admits sadly.
"I get it. This one looks a bit a scary, doesn't it?" She nods, her cheeks turning red again. "Don't be ashamed, Poppy. Everyone has some insecurities, that's what makes us human, you know? You don't want to turn into a robot who doesn't feel anything. There are both good and bad feelings, everybody has them, honey. You can feel happy, you can feel proud or you can feel loved even. You like feeling like this, don't you?" She nods, giving me a sign to continue.
"All those feelings, the good and the bad, is what life is, bug. Sometimes you get scared, shy and sad, everybody does. But what is important is that everyone chooses to deal with these feelings differently. And these choices you make, whether you cry, give up or stand up to your fears, that's what shapes you into the person you'll become once you grow up, my lovely friend," I explain, looking deeply into her beautiful and innocent hazel eyes.
"Would like me to help you overcome your fear, Poppy? You're such a strong and brave young lady, I can tell," I smile at her when she gives me a shy nod.
"Yes, please."
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This story is a product of my imagination. None of things mentioned in the story are real, and it is not my intention to offend Harry or any other people mentioned in the story as their behaviour is purely idolised.
Forced to move, Ember Evergreen has to say goodbye to her best friend. She never thought she would see him again and it broke her heart.
10 years later, winning a raffle in New York she finds herself in a peculiar situation. She had won concert tickets, quickly recognizing the name on them.
Harry Styles.
She'll be able to see him again, but there's no way he remembers her... right?
"The air in my lungs seemed to be stolen as I saw Harry, he seemed so different yet the same. Of course I had always been caught up with him, and knew what he looked like throughout the years. But seeing him in person was so... surreal. Never in my life had I thought I would ever see him again.
He had a huge grin plastered on his face, his dimples cutting into his cheeks. His bunny teeth seemed cute as ever, his tall build and bright energy taking over the stage without him even trying.
Music started immediately and the ground shook along with the bass. What really surprised me was his voice, sure the audience was loud, but his voice silenced them into awe.
"Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see. That I'm still the only one that's been in love with me. I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth."
He started, his voice low yet powerful, a rasp that sounded so perfect. When we were younger we sang together a lot, I always thought he was good. I knew he had potential, I knew he was going somewhere in life.
I'm so proud of him. Proud of who he's becoming. Of who he is. Of how happy he seems.
I can only imagine how hard he worked for this.
I look around the stadium, looking at the thousands of people in the crowd. Each with their own story, different traumas, different memories, different backgrounds. They all came here for him. To support him. Because they love him. Because they're proud of him."