Her

Her first toothless smile. Her piercing green eyes. Her cry that can almost make you deaf. Her first word. Her first crawl. Her first steps. Her laugh. Her first burp. Her first playmate. I was there, witnessing every action she made. I was there to comfort her when she cries. I was there to teach her words. I was there to guide her to walk. I was there when he first laughed. I was there when you weren't.

Harry Styles, a son, an artist, and a single Father. He thought everything would be okay when he found out he was having a daughter. But nothing in that time was okay. He thought that Darcy will be the reason that he'll get her back. But she left them, not even an explanation was given. She ran and was never seen again. He thought that Darcy deserves everything. Having a complete family, surrounded by people whom she love, and everything she needs is provided. But that's what he thought. All was accomplished except for one, her family wasn't complete. He did everything that he can, being his father and at the same time Mother, he never abandoned her amidst the storm, amidst every judgement he was receiving from the public, amidst every struggle because

He loved her so much.

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