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.
( DO NOT OPEN THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST ONE WHICH IS CALLED 'THE BLIND KID') (COVER BY @inkedtattoos :-))
" Can you take a picture with me, Harry? " I ask. I touch his arm, but he jerks away. I hadn't seen him in person in forever. I back up. His lips curl into a smirk, Ray Bans in his hand and a bottle of scotch in the other.
" I'm sorta busy, " He spits, starting to walk away. I grab onto his arm again and he angrily turns around, throwing his arms in the air.
" I have to go! Leave me the hell alone. You can get a picture later, " He shouts. The anger in his tone was apparent and his teeth were clenched together. I almost whimper, when he freezes. He was acting ridiculous. The sad thing was that this has been happening a lot. Everything was fine and then he started having sudden mood swings and then comes along him being rude to fans.
' Harry styles rude to fans ' made the cover of every newspaper and magazine in the world. He was screwed. He later earned respect back from people, when the whole thing blew over. I could tell he was relieved to say the least, but his ego has gotten bigger and bigger, just as his popularity grew; One directions popularity.
" You sound familiar, " He whispers, gripping the bottle of scotch. I was scared it might break. " Do I know you? " He ask. I nod my head to myself, but don't say anything. He didn't need to know. I didn't want him to know. I hated that he was acting like this. The Harry I knew would never do this.
I could feel a tear fall down my cheek and I turn to walk away. The air smells odd and the blinking lights twinkle in the distant. I keep walking even when I hear his voice calling for me. " Wait! Come back! " He yells.
I keep walking.