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The One that Got Away - Part 2

A.N. - Part 2 is here!! Thank you to everyone who is enjoying this story thus far... please don't be scared to drop in comments, anons, questions, etc! Thank you for all of the support. xo!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: We get into Harry's head - the day he has been longing for is finally here - his year long-term girlfriend finally gets to meet the two most important girls in his life: his mother & his daughter. However, Harry wonders if it's going to go as perfect as he hopes or will there be bumps along the rode?

Word Count: 4.9K

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Harry

The Day has come, Elizabeth is not only meeting my parents but also my biggest pride and joy, Aria. It’s almost as though the universe is on my side - it’s at the tail end of summer where the humidity and heat are nearing the end but it’s still too hot outside during the day. I informed Alena that I will be picking Aria up around 11:00 AM so that way I can spend some time with Aria before we go to my parents and then I can go pick up Elizabeth.

I stretch my arms across my bed and grab my phone off of my nightstand - the bright phone illuminating my very dark bedroom. My phone clearly reads 6:32 AM, which gives me some time to clean my place up, run some errands, go to the gym and then go pick up my Angel.

Once I unlock my phone I see some notifications and emails that came through last night from some employees that include some scheduling changes, new possible clients, updates on current clients, etc. as well as two texts from my parents expressing their excitement to see Aria tonight as well as finally meet Elizabeth.

The day went by quickly, I started my day off by cleaning around the house and putting on fresh clean sheets for my Angel. Aria's room is princess themed, pale pink walls with a plush toddler bed filled with pillows and stuffed animals. She insisted that pictures of her and her stuffed animals be displayed across a picture light line, which illuminates her whole space when the lights are completely off. I am also fortunate enough to be able to give her; her own bathroom which is attached to her bedroom… something I am sure she will appreciate the older she gets. When I think about it, her room is the only space in my whole home that has that much color, the rest of my house is full of neutral colors with masculine accents and as much as I love it, it lacks the femininity most homes have which is why I went out last week and bought a few candles that I have scattered throughout the house.

After organizing Aria’s room, I made my way to the gym as well as the grocery store: something else I lacked in my house, food. I’m not the best chef and I mostly eat out during the week or on occasion I will stop by my parents or Elizabeth's house for a home cooked meal. However, when Aria is here on the weekends I do my absolute best to have a stocked pantry and fridge for whatever she may be in the mood for.

I try my hardest but by no means am I the perfect father. To be quite candid, when I found out that her mother was pregnant with her my heart sank to the floor… I was not ready to be a father. I was still early in my college career, my party stage: I was sleeping with multiple girls at a time, practically fucking someone new each day and even twice in the same day, I was drinking and smoking excessively and I felt like she was going to be such a burden on my life but I was completely wrong. The first appointment I went to with her mother, I was able to hear her little heart beat and in that moment I knew that I needed to change and be the best person I could possibly be because that little girl was going to be dependent on me. Shortly after her birth, I was able to cram in as many classes as possible and intern at my fathers law-firm which has led me down my current career path. My dream and goal is to be able to run that place myself and let my father retire,however, until that day comes I will let him shine.

It’s a little before 11 AM and I have just arrived at Alena’s house. She lives in a quiet little neighborhood, filled with other kids and families alike. Her single family home is located at the end of the street which allows for her to have a bit bigger yard than the rest of her neighbors which I’m sure she loves because Aria gets a little more extra yard space to play in. It’s a newer model, which my father and I helped her buy. Alena is able to take care of herself just fine, however, I vowed to myself that I would do my best to give my child the best life which meant moving her mother into a safer neighborhood and a better school district than she was once located in.

I make my way up her drive-way and to her front door and ring her doorbell. It takes a minute, however, I am greeted by the sweetest sight - Aria is dressed in a jean overall dress with a frilly pink shirt underneath. Her mom has clicked her hair back out of her face but a sparkly clip ahas let her chestnut curls flow down.

“Daddy! I’m so happy to see you” my little angel is beaming up at me as I pick her up into my arms and make my way into her mothers home. Alena is standing right next to the front door and allows me to step in.

“She’s been waiting all morning for you to come - she had us pack her bag last night and only made me change her outfit three times this morning.” I can’t help but smile as her mother tells me how excited my baby is to spend time with me. I really do adore this child with my whole heart.

“ Well Bubs, Daddy can’t wait to spend the whole weekend with you too.” My baby girl is still in my arms as I make my way into the home and sit down on the couch with her and her mother has invited me to stay for a few minutes while Aria finishes cleaning up her room before she leaves for the weekend.

Alena’s voice takes me out of trance. “Would you like some coffee while you wait? I just finished brewing some.”

“ Y-Y-Yeah, thank you.” The air feels thick here.

While Alena makes her way into her kitchen, I can’t help myself from staring at her. She’s always been a gorgeous girl, but now has most definitely transformed into a woman. Growing up she was always on the thinner side, with a little plumpness to her ass and her breasts but after having Aria her body has changed. Alena’s hips have grown to be a little wider and her thighs seem to be a little thicker, her breasts seem to be slightly bigger and might I say even a bit perkier. That once smaller ass has definitely grown with her as well. I would be lying to myself if I said she still isn’t one of the most beautiful women I have ever encountered.

My heart instantly feels guilty though, the girl that I used to make laugh and smile ia filled with hatred and disdain due to my unfaithfulness. As I have explained previously, I by no means was a saint to Alena… I didn’t even know what the word faithful meant. Instead of keeping her pure and happy, I felt the need to go find satisfaction somewhere else and would often bury my cock in another girl while Alena and I tried the long distance thing while we were both away at different colleges. I was selfish because I couldn’t wait a weekend or two for her to come home and satisfy my needs, so I went and found other girls to satisfy me during the week and weekends she was busy. I am not proud to admit this and it’s honestly one of my biggest regrets in life to do this day but I broke her, lost her trust, and she probably still hates me.

Her voice pulls me out of a trance once again, “ How would you like your coffee?”

“I drink it black - good for the soul.” I try to keep conversation light to keep the mood and room feeling happy but I don’t think she wants to engage in anything further, all she gives is a small smile and hands me a mug with black coffee.

“She’s off from school on Monday, if you’d like to keep her an extra day… I’m sure she’d love to spend the time with you…” but before I can even get in a word she cuts me off, “But if you have plans with your girlfriend or something, it’s okay. I know it’s last minute.”

“My daughter comes before anyone else - you already know this. I’ll have her back Monday after dinner if that’s okay.” I try my best to fill the awkwardness by taking a sip of coffee and letting room for her to speak but I don’t get nothing but a head nod and a quiet, “That’s fine.”

Before it could get even more awkward, Aria makes her way into the living room and announces that she is ready for the weekend with me. She and her mother exchange a few hugs and kisses before we make our way out the door.

Before her mother shuts the door behind us, she yells out to Aria, “ You better behave for daddy while you’re with him or no more late movie nights when you get back for a whole week!”

I would be lying to myself if I don't admit that hearing Alena reference me as daddy didn’t make my cock twitch a little.

Aria and I have been at my parents for the last 3 hours and it’s almost time for me to go pick up Elizabeth. My heart is pounding out of my chest. Besides Alena, my parents have never met another girlfriend of mine, but that’s mostly due to us not staying together or constantly breaking up. I had this one girlfriend about a year ago. Her name was Camila. Camila was a beautiful bombshell, gorgeous body with long blonde hair but she was so irritating and sharp as a bowling ball… we had nothing in common but she was great in bed and satisfied my needs. But that wasn’t her biggest downfall - her biggest downfall was that she was extremely insecure and even if another woman walked in my direction she thought I had eyes for them, which was not the case. Ultimately, we were on and off for about 2 years but I figured I wouldn’t tell anyone because I knew she wasn’t going to be in it for the long haul and was only a temporary fix to my desire and need to have someone around.

However, when I met Elizabeth shortly after Camila, I knew she was different. Elizabeth is poised, elegant but most definitely has an erotic side that fits in perfectly with my desires. She’s about 5’8 with jet black hair that hits the middle of her back, and more on the athletic build. She has these gorgeous bright blue eyes that remind me of the ocean and the most sexy smile. She’s knowledgeable, smart and sophisticated and I can actually hold a conversation with her - and to top it off she has a good heart. As much as I deeply care for her, tonight will be the true testament on what the next steps are in our relationship because if tonight doesn’t go best I am hoping, then I have a lot to reconsider.

“Aria, baby… daddy is going to be right back. I’m going to go pick-up one of my friends and bring her over. Okay?” Aria, my parents and I have been sitting in the backyard for the last hour, Aria has sprawled out on me and she’s been trying to fight a nap. Her mother informed me that, around this time she puts her down for a nap because she will get cranky and boy was she right.

“N-No, please d-d-dont go.” her eyes started to spark up tears, she digs her head further into my chest and closes her grip onto my shirt. I truly have never seen this side of her, it seems as though her mother sees it all the time though. Her mother warned me about her restlessness and how quickly she can go from a sweet angel to a saucy devil.

“Baby, Daddy won’t be gone for long..” I moved her off of my chest softly, so I can look into her eyes as I speak to her. I want her to know that she is safe with me - she is loved and I would never break my promises to her. Her tears have already started to mark her clothes and I do the best I can wiping her tears away with my thumbs. “ I promise when I get back, we can play as much as you want.” I place tender kisses on her forehead all the way down to her little toes until I spark that laugh that sounds like music to my ears.

The whole drive to Elizabeth’s my stomach was in knots. I really don’t have anything to be nervous about, but here I am, sweating like a prostitute in church. The drive to Elizabeths from my parents house was close to a 35-minute drive, enough time to be alone with her, but not too much time away from Aria.

When I arrive at Elizabeth's apartment complex, I send her a text that I am waiting for her outside. I originally had insisted that I’d come inside to pick her up, which I have done plenty of times before, however, she let me know that she had her sister staying with her temporarily due to a her sisters awful break-up and she thinks that seeing another male species will only infuriate her sister even more.

Elizabeth looks absolutely divine making her way to my car. She has a beautiful sundress that is a shade of cream, with spaghetti straps that tie on the ends. Her sundress hits just to the mid of her calf and she has on these tan sandals. Her jet black hair has been curled on the ends, and her make-up seems to be done-up more than usual. She’s effortlessly gorgeous.

“Well hello there m’darling.” her perfume encapsulates my car, it’s vanilla. “I missed you,Harry.” Her plump pink lips meet with mine and all I can think about is wanting to devour her later. Her lips taste like cherry, and I notice that some of her lipstick has rubbed off on me.

“Har, I’m nervous…” her voice was much more timid than I was used to hearing.

“M’darling, there’s absolutely nothing to be nervous about. It’s all going to go well.” I don’t know if it was saying all of this to convince her or me because to be honest I was nervous as well. I use my free hand to rub small circles around her thigh.

“Have you ever introduced her to any other girlfriends of yours?” I know she’s just trying to make small talk because we had this same conversation just earlier this week.

“Nope, you’re the first one.” I passed a small smirk over to her in hopes that it would comfort her and from the looks of it, her nerves must have calmed down a bit because her cheeks aren’t as flush.

“Har, what if she doesn’t like me? I mean, she doesn't have to but I would like her too.” she's starting to ramble, something I noticed she does when she wants to get her feelings out but doesn’t want to come off as too pushy or demanding or even opinionated. The first time I picked up on this trait was when she stayed over my house for the first time. We had just gotten out of the shower together, and I stepped out of the shower without wrapping myself in a towel first, and she was mortified because my tile flooring was soaked, and she deemed it as a slipping hazard. She says she wasn’t trying to be a nag, but all she did that night was express to me all the different ways she and I could have gotten hurt.

“M’darling, I have a feeling she’s going to love you. However, just try and stay open minded and not too handsy infront of her - I must warn you… she can get a little overprotective at times, Alena and I are working on teaching her the importance of sharing.” The mention of my daughter's mother seems to have struck a chord in Elizabeth's mood but I’m going to blame it on her nerves, rather than anything else.

The rest of the 20 minute ride to my parents was spent in silence, with the radio being used more so as background noise than actually for listening. By no means did I make that comment to upset Elizabeth, however, she is fully aware of the relationship I have with Alena. I have explained to her once before that Alena and I are just two people who are co parenting - I wouldn’t even call us friends at this point in time. Alena and I rarely communicate, unless it is solely about Aria but we do text each other Happy Birthday every year but even that seems forced. When I think about it, the best way to describe it is that I have love for her but I am not in love with her. My love for her comes from the fact that she is primarily raising our daughter, cares for our daughter, and is the absolute best mother to our daughter and I have massive respect for her, but that is it.

“Well we’re here, Babe. Let’s go show them how beautiful you are inside and out.” I pulled Elizabeth in for a tender kiss on her lips, my hands cupping her face gently.I don’t want a silly comment to ruin her mood for the rest of the night, nor do I ever want her to worry about how much I care about her and how much she means.

“I’m ready, Har.” a large smile was plastered on her face - there’s the Elizabeth that I know.

So far, so good. My mom Anne, was already so smitten with Elizabeth - they apparently already have so much in common from what books they enjoy reading, reality TV shows they enjoy to even their favorite stores, it’s almost like they are the same person the only difference is their looks. My mom is a petite woman with dark chocolate brown hair, and her eyes are the color of the sea, her smile is the best part of her - it could light up any room. Throughout my whole life, my mother has been my biggest supporter, even when I was being a piece of shit son and a horrible partner to Aria’s mom. The one quality I admire the most about my mother is her ability to forgive - when I was around the age of sixteen, my father had an affair with his then receptionist. I remember her, she was this beautiful bombshell with the biggest tits and always wore very tight pencil skirts. My father hadn’t come home for dinner yet and it was getting late, my mother had called him at least twice and she had asked me to go with her to his office in case something was wrong and when we got there, there was definitely something not right. All the lights in his firm had been dimmed besides his office and we could hear quiet muffles coming from down the hall. When I tell you, I’ve never been so heart broken for my mother. I am not joking. There my father was, plowing into his reception while her skirt was hiked up to her hips, her tits bouncing up and down while she rode him. Her mouth was gaped open while she moaned obnoxiously, by the time she and my father noticed that my mother and I were watching, they were both coming down from their high.

That night was one of the worst nights of my life - my perfect family that I once knew was broken and I was positive that it would never be fixed. It took my mother 2 years to discuss with my father what had happened that night and how it made her feel. For two years, my father temporarily lived in an apartment because my mom did not allow him to come home - even though it was his house that he had bought. My father, even though a tough man, knew he had fucked up and he was not man enough to face my mother until she was ready, a man who rarely wined and dined my mother was now sending her flowers and gifts almost every day, but my mother never accepted them - all she wanted was a faithful husband who loved her and no one else. I believe that my fathers infidelity dimmed my mothers light for a while, however, when she learned of my infidelity and crazy antics when I was younger, that really broke her. My mother believed that she failed as a parent because I grew up to just be like my father, a cheater.

Fast forward to now, my mother and father still live in the same house but I can tell that everything is much much different now. My mother doesn’t smile or laugh as much as she used. She has lost a bit of weight and now started to wear clothes that accentuate her body ever so slightly. My father doesn’t go into the office as much and prefers to work from home, he likes to say it’s because he’s trying to let me get my feet wet into the business and he wants to be behind the scenes but I know it’s because my mother doesn’t trust him anymore and he wants nothing more to regain her trust.

“Honey, Harry here tells us that you work at an account firm. How do you like it?” We’re sitting outside on the patio deck, and my mom has just brought out the last of the dinner for everyone.

“Oh yes, it’s honestly really great. I really love the people I work for and really enjoy my profession. I’ve always been so interested in numbers and accounting.” Elizabeth is beaming a smile over to my mother, and my mother just seems like she is in complete awe of her.

“Oh that's just wonderful! And how long have you been with this company?” I appreciate the effort my mothers makes to make Elizabeth comfortable, but all she’s been doing is asking this poor girl questions, she hasn’t even had the chance to really let her eat.

“ Oh, just over two years now. I originally started off as an intern but have started to make my way up. I’m currently working as a front desk operator, but they say a position should be opening up very shortly which will allow me to move up in my career.” Finally, Elizabeths able to take a bite of her dinner.

“It’s allowed me to learn a lot of the administrative aspects of the business, so I’ve learned to really appreciate how much detailing goes into their day to day to make everyone else's job easy as possible, to be honest, before my initial internship I didn’t really understand what exactly it meant to be an accountant… I just knew that's what I was supposed to do in life.” Before my mother could follow-up in the conversation, a small frame was standing at the sliding doors as they had just woken up.

Right as I had arrived with Elizabeth to my parents house, my mother had texted me to inform me that Aria had fallen asleep for her nap. As much as I would have loved to have a grand reveal meeting between Elizabeth and Aria, my baby’s nap was most important.

“ Oh look who woke up from their nap.” my baby girl slid the doors open and made her way into my arms. It was obvious that she was still groggy because she didn’t even acknowledge the people around us, all she managed to do was place her head in the crook of my neck.

“Bubs, I have a special friend I want’ya to meet.” I could tell that Elizabeth was hoping for the best, her eyes were full of eagerness. Aria turned her body away from me and looked in Elizabeth’s direction. I was treading with caution and allowing Aria to lead the way into this new interaction, I didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t ready. Aria didn’t say much but she did manage to smile shyly and give her a wave, which I think is a good start.

“ Hi my name’s Elizabeth, what’s yours?” Elizabeth hesitantly placed her hand out for a hand shake and surprisingly Aria took the bait and shook Elizabeth's hand back.

“ My name’s Aria.” she was a shy one tonight.

For the rest of the night, Aria didn’t interact much with Elizabeth, she primarily just sat on my lap while she played with her toys. I can tell that Elizabeth wants to try and interact with Aria more but doesn’t want to push the issue anymore, I can sense her hope for a relationship but I had warned her about this. I had warned her that this was all still very new for Aria, myself and even her mother.

The night was coming to an end, it was roughly a bit after 9:30 PM, and Aria has fallen asleep on my parents' living room sofa. My mom suggested I take Elizabeth home first and then come back for Aria, she said it would give us some “alone time”.

The drive back to Elizabeth’s started off quiet but I finally broke the silence.

“I’m sorry it didn’t go the way you had expected. I’m positive she’ll warm up soon enough, my love.” I placed my hand gently on her thigh and traced small circles on her knee.

“Har, there’s nothing to apologize about. She doesn’t know me…” I could sense the disappointment in her voice but there was only so much I could do or say, things like this take time especially when another parent is involved. “ Har, I think we need to focus on our relationship and build it before we try to do things all together again - I can sense the love you and your daughter share, however, I don’t think she’s ready for you to share her with me.”

“ Elizabeth, I’m sorry you feel this way but I believe I made it very clear to you that above all I am a father. I don’t think it’s fair to make a judgment call based on one interaction.” Her confession irritates me because I did not lead her on to believe that anyone or anything would come above Aria.

“ You have made it clear to me, multiple times actually. I love spending time with you, being with you, loving you. But I don’t think you’re actually as ready as you think you are to allow me in, in regard to that part of your life.”

We have approached her building complex, she hasn’t gotten out of the car yet but I also haven’t asked her to.

“ Har, you’re a great guy but I think you have a lot to think about. I’ll be here whenever you’re ready… I would never in a million years try to take you away from your daughter, but I also want to make sure that you’re actually ready for something serious.” she turns her body so she's now facing me.

“ I want you to be with me effortlessly, I don’t want to feel like I am competing for your attention, and right now… and even times before, it feels like no matter what I say, you’re always bringing up your daughter in some way as an excuse as to why something can’t happen or something can’t be done or it doesn’t meet expectations, or whatever. Harry, I want you but I need you to want me too and be ready for me and all that comes with being in an actual mutually loving relationship. Does that make sense?”

Her words were harsh, but they were true. She was coming from a place of love, her voice stayed calm and gentle, yet they were full of emotion. I feel horrible that I have made her feel this way, yet she seems so understanding… As much as I care for this woman, I am not ready for her.

“I’m sorry for dragging you along this whole time, when you did not feel as though I was fully there for you.” I gently grab her hands into mine. “ I want to continue seeing you and growing with you… but I think you’re right.” It actually really hurts to admit this out loud, but it needed to be said. “ Where do we go from here?” I don’t want this to end, I care for her alot and before she even gets the chance to respond I blurt out the only thing that comes to mind.

“Liz, I love you.”

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Marigold and Daises - 3

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Marigold's POV

I pushed past Allie as I entered the back studio, Daisy laid her head back onto my shoulder as I gathered my stuff together. I shoved everything into my purse before slinging it over my free shoulder.

"Allie, I wouldn't ask you this if I wasn't desperate-" I started to say to Allie who was already picking up on what was happening.

"It's okay. I can lock up here." She instantly said. Her hand touched Daisy's forehead, her eyes widening understanding the urgency to leave. "Go home and get some rest." Allie nodded, pushing me out of the studio.

Harry stood on the other side of the counter, his eyes glued to the door waiting for it to swing open.

"Harry. Please." I pleaded with him. Daisy stirred in my arms before settling back asleep.

"Mari- please just." He stopped me, standing in front of me with his hands out. I groaned slightly, I really didn't need to deal with him on top of my sick child.

"Harry, I'm sorry. Can we please do this another time?" I begged. I turned my head to see Allie, she widened her eyes at me and scrunched her nose gesturing towards Harry. I glared at her and shook my head, I knew what she was saying.

"Please, just. I need to talk to you. I think we shou-" He continued to talk, not letting up. He was begging me at this point, a small pout on his face.

"Just give me a call sometime-"

"Marigold." He said sternly. My eyes lifted up to his, his chest rose and fell rhythmically as he took deep breaths. I turned again to look at Allie and she nodded her head again. Fuck me.

"Okay." I gave in. "You can come over to my apartment. But I really need to get her in bed, okay? You can just follow me there." I huffed. A small smile spread on Harry's face at my words. He nodded his head as I pushed past him and walked out the front door. I really hope I don't regret this decision.

I buckled Daisy into her car seat carefully, trying my best not to wake her up from her slumber. I sighed and threw my bag in the passenger seat as I slid into the driver's seat. I backed out of the parking spot before pulling off to the side, waiting for Harry to pull up behind me.

This is actually happening. Harry's coming over to my apartment. To talk, just to talk. A black car pulled up behind me with Harry sat in the driver's seat.

The entire drive home, my mind was racing with every possible scenario of what could possibly happen when we reached my apartment. I could barely talk to him out in public, how am I supposed to sit down and talk to him alone in private.

The drive home was painfully short and as soon as I put the car in park my heart rate seemed to skyrocket. I begrudgingly climbed out of the car, throwing my bag on my shoulder and lifting Daisy out of the car seat. I let out a deep sigh as she stirred in her sleep, her eyes squinted as she woke up with an evident pout displayed on her face.

"It's alright, bunny. Go back to sleep. We're home." I whispered, stroking her back softly as I kicked the car door shut. I could see Harry getting out of his car a few spots away. I took a deep breath and waited by the car for him. He jogged over to me, not wanting to make me wait too long with Daisy in my arms.

Once he was by my side, I turned and headed to the building. I pressed my keys to the scanner and waited for the light to turn green before Harry pulled the door open for us. I muttered a soft thank you before walking through the doorway.

I didn't realize how badly I was shaking till I lifted my door key to the lock. I mentally scolded myself, jamming the key into the hole hoping Harry didn't notice how nervous I was right now. I walked into the apartment and kicked off my shoes, dropping my bag on the floor by the door and throwing my keys on the cabinet by the entryway. I could hear Harry shuffling behind me as he closed the door and shook off his shoes as well.

"Uhh.." I sighed, turning to him. "Make yourself at home, Harry. I'm just gonna get her in bed." I gave him a tight lip smile as I made my way to Daisy's room.

"Who Harry?" Daisy mumbled into my neck.

"Hmm?" I hummed, placing her on the changing table to change her diaper and clothes. "Just a friend." I smiled down at her. She didn't say anything else, still groggy from her short nap in the car. Once she was all changed I gave her some medicine for the fever before placing her in her crib again and turning on her white noise machine.

"I love you, bunny." I whispered to her, before shutting the lights and closing the door. I took a deep breath before making my way to the living room. Harry stood with his back facing me, he was looking at some photos I had displaced on a bookshelf. I coughed softly, letting him know I was in the room. He didn't turn to look at me, his body didn't move at all actually. What was he staring at that he was so entranced in?

I made my way over to him and peered over once I was by his side. I let out a shaky breath once I got a glimpse at the particular photo he was glued on. It was a picture of mom with a custom frame that was gifted to me after her funeral. 1967-2014.

I looked up at Harry's face. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he stared at the picture intently.

"How?" Was all he said. I sighed, picking up the picture and grazing my fingers over mom's cheek in the photo. I smiled before putting it back down in its rightful place. As much as I missed my mom, I was at a place in my life where I felt happiness anytime I thought about her.

"Cancer." I said, walking towards the kitchen to get us drinks. "It came out of nowhere, but it came strong. It happened fast, over the span of 5 months actually." I sighed. It was hard to think about the last 6 months of mom's life.

"One day we're on the phone talking about how my classes at uni are going and the next she's at the Doctor's being told she has stage 4 cancer."

Harry made his way to the kitchen, leaning his upper body on the kitchen island.

"Do you want something to drink?" I raised an eyebrow, opening the fridge for him to look at the options I had.

"Water's fine." He nodded at me, his face was still stoic. He was relatively close with my mom, she was like a second mother to him when we were kids. I handed him a cup of water and we made our way back to the living room and settled on opposite ends of the couch. He was within arms reach from me and I felt my heart rate pick up at the closeness.

"What do you mean? You were there for a general check up, mom." It was supposed to be a regular call. It was a regular Tuesday. Nothing was supposed to happen, nothing was supposed to change so drastically.

"I know, honey." Mom frowned, her eyes puffy and her nose was a bright shade of red. I took a deep breath, knowing that she was trying to stay strong for the both of us. "It's not looking too good, Marigold. The doctor predicted a year at most." She shamefully admitted.

My hand darted to my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips. A year? That's too soon. I'm only 20. How am I supposed to survive the rest of my life without her?

"I'm coming home." I said immediately. I was up from my spot instantly yanking clothes off the hangers in the closet and throwing them on the bed to stuff in my duffel bag.

"Marigold stop." Mom hissed through the phone. I ignored her, continuing to shove things into the small duffel bag. "You can't just drop everything to come back home. It's the middle of the semester, Mari. I'll be fine, maybe it was just a fluke." She pleaded through the phone.

I was fighting tears at this point, my mind was racing 100 miles per hour. I was heaving. I picked up the phone off the bed and let mom see the tears falling down my face.

"I can't lose you." A whimper escaped me as more tears poured down my cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me?" There was a pain in his voice that broke my heart a little bit. I fidgeted with my fingers uncomfortably as I tried to find the words to say to him. How am I supposed to answer this question?

"I tried to.." I said softly, just above a whisper. I took my eyes off of my fingers and locked them on his green ones that were now dark compared to the lightness that normally consumed them. My lips turned down into a small frown as I felt the tears start to creep up as I thought about the darkest time in my life.

"We hadn't talked in.. maybe a year at the time she passed." I frowned. "You were growing. Your career had started to kick off and I assumed that you were too busy to talk to me." I shrugged. "But when she died.." I scrunch my nose, thinking about the pain I had felt. "I was broken. My whole world fell apart and there was only one person that I wanted to comfort me."

"Me." Harry finished my sentence, his voice filled with dread as he thought back on those few years. I nodded my head, quickly wiping away the tears that fell from my eyes.

"I called." Harry's eyes burned into mine the whole time I talked. I could tell he was fighting with himself internally. He picked at his bottom lip with his pointer finger and thumb, a nervous tick he's done his whole life. "You didn't answer. So I left a voicemail.. But you still never called back. Or even texted. I assumed you lost my number or just didn't care." I tore my eyes away from his, feeling my cheeks starting to burn.

I didn't want to cry in front of him. I didn't want him to see me so weak. His lips parted at my words, I could tell from the look on his face that he was hurt.

"So when her funeral came around and I hadn't heard anything from you.. I asked Anne not to tell you." I admitted to him, suddenly feeling guilty for keeping this from him. At the time that it happened I thought it was for the best. But seeing his face now, I don't know if it was the best idea. "I was hurt.. The only person I wanted around was either dead or didn't care. I cried and begged for you, but eventually I came to realize that you didn't have time to deal with me and my problems."

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Anne looked at me with sad eyes as she held my hands in her own. Mom had passed three days ago, Anne insisted that I stayed with her so I wouldn't be alone.

"I tried telling him Anne. If he cared about her or me, he would've answered. I know I'm asking for a lot. But it's been three days and he still hasn't returned my call." I frowned. "I know he's busy, I get it. But it takes two minutes to listen to a voicemail, or even shoot me a text."

Anne nodded her head slowly, her lips slightly pursed. I hated that I had to ask her to keep this from Harry, but it's something I had to do. I needed her to do this for me.

The tears continued to roll down my face as I reopened all the wounds that I thought were healed. This is the first time I've talked about this with anyone.

"Please don't get mad at your mom. She tried to convince me to tell you." I added in, the last thing I wanted was for him to get upset with Anne for a decision that I made. "I'm sorry I kept it from you.. I didn't want you to hear it from Anne and get distracted from your career."

"Marigold.." Harry's voice cracked, his eyes were red and slightly glossed over. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your call. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." He frowned. "I'm sorry about your mom.. S-she.. She was-" He let his head fall in his hands.

"She was like a mom to you.. I know." I whispered, realizing how selfish I was to keep the information from him. I heard Harry sniffle and he rubbed his eyes with his hands, it took everything in me not to reach out and hold him. "I'm sorry." I whispered again. Harry shook his head, holding his hand up briefly.

"No. It's okay. You don't have to apologize." He said sadly. "I get it. I understand why you didn't tell me." He nodded.

A silence fell over us, we sat there and just stared at each other. But for the first time since I saw Harry at the shop a week ago it wasn't awkward or weird. It was comfortable.

"Mari, can I please hug you?" The crack of his voice broke the silence. Without a second thought, I lunged myself from my spot on the couch and wrapped my arms around Harry's neck. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me in tightly. I let out a sob mixed with a laugh as I finally let myself breathe in his scent.

"I missed you so much." I let myself admit it, sheepishly.

"I missed you too, petal."

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"So how old is Daisy?" Harry asked, taking a bite of a slice of pizza. Daisy was still asleep in her room and I was in no mood to cook. We had ordered pizza to be delivered when we got caught up in our conversations. We were catching up on everything that's happened within the last seven years.

It felt so natural to just sit here and talk. It felt just like it did back in the day.

"She's two." I smiled at the thought of Daisy.

"And where's her dad?" He asked cautiously, obviously not wanting to push his boundaries. We had just started getting comfortable, but I couldn't blame his curiosity.

"He's not in the picture." I said through my teeth. "It was a really bad relationship. I jumped into a relationship after mom died, not really knowing how to cope with her death. It was toxic, he was verbally abusive and made me think I was crazy half the time." I winced slightly at the thought of Jacob. "But.. I got Daisy from it. So I wouldn't change a thing." I smiled again.

My relationship with Jacob wasn't always bad. At first he was the best guy I could've asked for. I was working part time at a cafe near my university and Jacob came in with a group of his friends to "study". They messed around the whole time.

He was charming. He made me feel loved and wanted. I was still broken from losing my mom and he was there to put me back together. It wasn't until a year into our relationship when things started to take a turn. Jacob became controlling, it started with what I could wear in public, to who my friends could be. I lost a lot of people during the time I was with Jacob, myself included. He even drilled a wedge between Allie and I for a little while. She wouldn't put up with his shit though and he finally backed off from separating us. I think Allie intimidated him, she's so outspoken and does not care what people think of her, so she essentially was a threat to the power he thought he had over me. The abuse never turned physical, but he broke me mentally and emotionally. And sometimes, that's just as bad.

When I found out I was pregnant, Allie knocked some sense into me and helped me see what was really happening and what he was doing to me. When I told Jacob about the baby he was immediately uninterested, doing everything he could to convince me to get rid of it. That's when I knew I had to get out. So I did, I packed everything I could in my beat up sedan and I left. He never contacted me and hasn't since. Sometimes I feel horrible that Daisy will grow up without a father, but I'm trying my best to be both parents for her.

I moved in with Allie and she was there for me through the entirety of my pregnancy up until we made the move to LA. I would be forever grateful for her. She moved with me and helped me open Dahlia's Daisy Cafe. Still to this day she helps out whenever I need her. Even if that means working the cash register because Mya called in sick or closing up like today. She's one of the only people I have now and I'm not sure if I could survive without her.

"So it's just me and Daisy." I said, letting him know that there was no man in my life. I'm not too sure he cared, but I thought I might as well throw it in there. I'm not even sure that I want him back in my life anyways. Sure, we were great together, but we were kids back then. Things are different now, we're both in different stages in our life. Not to mention how incredibly famous Harry is, there are always eyes on him. I can't just throw Daisy into that lifestyle at such a young age.

"And you?" I raised an eyebrow. Harry chuckled at my question, dropping his plate on the coffee table before leaning back with a smug smirk on his face.

"No, no kids." He laughed. I rolled my eyes, he knew what I meant. "Kidding. No, there's no special lady in my life besides mom and Gemma." He gave me a coy smile. A small smile settled on my face at his response. I looked away quickly, not wanting him to see just how happy I was with that information.

Daisy's cries echoed through the baby monitor that sat on the coffee table in front of us. I excused myself, hurrying into her room. She stood at the edge of the crib, wails coming out of her mouth. I picked her up, taking her to the changing table and changing her diaper, talking to her softly to calm her.

"Mommy has a friend here. Do you want to go say hi?" She nodded, lifting her arms for me to pick her up once I was done.

"Snuggly?" She asked quietly, using her whole hand to wipe off her nose. Gross.

I grabbed the stuffed elephant that sat in the corner of her crib and she stole it out of my hands as quickly as possible, a giggle escaping her mouth as I gasped at her. I bounced her on my hip a couple times, turning off the sound machine.

"Hey... so Harry's still here okay, bunny?" I cooed into her ear. "Mommy's friend?" I questioned her to see if she still remembered Harry was here before her nap. She stared at me blankly but nodded her head slowly.

"You know, mommy really used to love this friend. Almost as much as I love you my baby," I pressed a kiss to her cheek, making a loud smacking sound as I pulled away.

She pressed a kiss to my nose, laughing as she did it. I carried her to the living room where Harry was still sitting on the couch. The plates and pizza boxes were cleaned up and he stared at the baby monitor in front of him. Shit, he heard all of that didn't he?

"Harry?" Daisy asked, wriggling out of my arms so she could timidly walk over to him.

She seemed to have been feeling much better, a nap and medicine probably clearing her fever almost all up. Harry kneeled on the ground in front of her as she squeezed her snuggly to her chest as tight as possible.

"Hi Daisy, I'm Harry. I'm your mommy's friend," he flashed his eyes up to meet mine and gave me a soft smile.

Daisy shoved the elephant in Harry's arms taking us both by shock. Not even Allie is allowed to touch that damn elephant. Half the time I'm yelled at when I pick it up too, so it's very shocking she just let him take it and isn't batting an eye.

Maybe she can sense the comfort of him just like all those around him.

My heart fluttered at the sight in front of me. I always dreamt about Daisy meeting Harry, but I never thought it would actually happen. But here we are now, I stared at them in awe as Harry continued to talk to Daisy. He was a natural and I could tell that Daisy already loved him so much.

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The One That Got Away - Part 1

A.N- This is one of my first series that I wrote after a long hiatus and I am just getting back to it. I hope who ever comes along for this journey, they enjoy it. I would love to hear everyone's thoughts, ideas, opinions. Enjoy!

Summary: In which Harry and Alena were college sweethearts, however, all of that has changed and the only thing keeping in contact is the fact that they have a child together. Is it possible for them to even get to a normal standing friendship or is that long gone?

Word Count: 2.9 K

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Alena

Pain.

Pain is something that is different to everyone but to me, it's caused by the distress and lack of control I feel as though I have in my life. I’m pained that I am not able to give my daughter the best life that she absolutely deserves. It pains me that she doesn’t have a two parent household, because growing up neither did I and I vowed everything inside of me that when the day came I had a child that I would pick the utmost perfect partner that would stick around and be madly love with me in which we would make a life for ourselves and have that happy ever after - but unfortunately those cards were not on the table for me.

I live a pretty generic life I would say. I work a 9-5 as a social media manager and editor for a top design magazine, I have a tight knit friend group, as well as a dog and a house and a daughter. I’m not the crazy going out type of girl, or the hook-up kind of girl. I keep to myself, take care of my daughter and live life to the best of my ability.

It’s an early Monday morning which means I need to get myself ready for work as well as my daughter ready for school. I am lucky enough to be able to work most of my days from home and the office is used as an as-needed basis especially since I am a single parent. I’ve never been one to take “ the easy way out” but I sure as hell will take advantage of situations that do benefit me.

My chestnut brown hair falling down my back as soon as I get out of bed, one quick look in the mirror and I can say thank the Lord himself that I work from home today. Over the years my hair has become unruly and quite the challenge to maintain. My skin slightly goose bumped due to the slight breeze in my bedroom, thanks to my ceiling fan. My feet are cold against the hardwood floors in my home, and I almost curse myself for not having enough carpet or rug in my room - when first purchasing my home I swore that carpet would not be part of the home's aesthetic but I would be young and dumb and would refuse to go back.

“ Good morning Sunshine” is my go-to for waking my daughter up in the morning, unfortunately my daughter is not a morning person - a trait that she picked up from her father. Her emerald green eyes stayed hidden from me as she did her absolute best to try and stay asleep as she knew that it was time to get up and ready for school.

“ It’s time to get up, Bubs, how are you going to become an Astronaut princess if you don’t go to school?” my arms embrace my daughter as I gently pick her up and walk her into the bathroom.

“ Mommy, my tummy hurts.” my froggy 5 year old croaked. Now that I think of it… she does feel a bit warm. I was lucky enough that she was typically an energetic child who looked forward to going to school and meeting her friends, another trait she got from her father, however, today seems to be different. I placed her down on the edge of the sink and placed my hand onto her forehead as she seemed to be burning up. I do my best to be a fair and strict parent, so I can instill a routine and boundaries but it wouldn’t be fair to send her to school like this.

“ It’s okay, Bubs. Why don’t you stay home today and rest up. Why don’t we give you a bath and you can lay down next to mommy while she works, yeah?” I make my way over to the tub and start running a bubble bath for her to enjoy. “ Stay still, mommy will text daddy so he knows not to pick you up from school later.”

Texting my daughter's father isn’t my least favorite thing to do, but I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite by any means either. There is so much built up pain and history even when I see his name pop-up on my phone or even see a picture posted of him. Harry Styles. My childhood best friend, my first crush, my first love and my first heartbreak. How is it possible for one person to be so many of my firsts? Some would say that Harry & I ended on a mutual note but it doesn’t mean that it hurt any less. We did our best to try the long distance thing while we tried finding ourselves in college but one thing led to another and it didn’t last. After agreeing to end things, we met-up one night and one thing led to another and a few weeks later I found out that I’m pregnant. Harry is an amazing father and I couldn’t ask for anyone better for my daughter, but he was not a good partner. He often slept around, could not commit to anyone and played every girl like the fiddle. We tried once more after Aria was born but that is when he was unfaithful and would stay out late and it's almost as if his whole personality changed.I guess people do change while in college and even after.

“ Hey H, Bub’s isn’t feeling well. I’m going to keep her home with me today so no need to pick her up from school… thanks :)” I place my phone back down onto the counter and get Aria undressed for her bath. While allowing Aria to play around a bit in the bubbles I notice my phone has none stop been going off. 2 missed calls from Harry & 4 text messages. He’s so over dramatic. My phone rings again, before I could even say hello he gets his word in:

“ What the hell, why haven’t you answered your phone?” I could sense his annoyance over the phone.

“ Because I am bathing our daughter and I believe her cleanliness is more important than worrying about my phone” I could see his eyes rolling already.

“ What’s wrong with her? What happened?” His concern for Aria is something I could admire and could almost push past all the horrible things he has done to me in the past.

“ Harry, she’s sick. She’s around other sick kids almost everyday… it was practically bound to happen. She’ll be fine in no time… she just needs to rest for the day and drink fluids and cuddle. I promise you I won’t let anything happen to your precious angel.” The last sentiment of my statement to Harry was meant more as sarcasm but in all honesty, she really is an angel and couldn't ask for a more perfect child.

“ Erm, yeah.. Okay. Can I stop over after work later on? I can pick up some dinner for us three and maybe watch a movie with her…” I can sense the hesitation in his voice. Harry and I had an agreement that we would be civil parents for Aria, but I would prefer to not have “family hangouts” as much as I could avoid it. As much as I wanted a two-parent household for my daughter, I refused to confuse her anymore and give her a false hope that Harry and I would ever get back together. However, there are some exceptions to this rule and tonight is one of them. One thing I hold my ground on is never holding Harry back with Aria or anytime he wants to spend with her.

“ That would be nice, Har… thank you. Just let me know what time you think you’ll be over later on tonight, and remember.…her bed times 9:00 PM” a gentle smile plastered on my face when I look back over at my daughter while she plays with the bubbles in her bath.

“ Of course, give her a kiss for me to hold her off until I get there” before I could even say goodbye the line drops.

The day was filled with many email correspondences, phone calls as well as planning for the upcoming next few months. Being the lead editor for one of the top design magazines in the country was no easy job by any means, but my passion and dedication for the job was what makes it all worth it. I’ve been very fortunate as well to have a very understanding team behind me which were my top supporters, and they absolutely adore Aria.

Besides all of the work I needed to attend to, cuddles and a napping child were on my top priority list as well. I mostly worked from my couch today, which I excuse to my child being needy because she wasn’t feeling well but I would be lying to say that I just didn’t want to leave her side as well. For a while, it was mostly just the two of us together navigating through the world with no idea or plan in mind.

Before I knew it, it was close to 5:00 PM and Harry said he will be here in less than an hour. While Aria was sleeping and I was on my “lunch” break earlier I was able to sneak in some dishes, laundry and a quick shower. My unruly hair from this morning was washed and maintained and I was able to apply the lightest layer of make-up. My outfit of choice for this gathering we were about to have was a pair of basic black leggings, paired with an oversized sweatshirt.

“Mommy, do you know when Daddy will be here?'' She adores her father, a total daddy’s girl. I wish it didn’t make me jealous but knowing that he is her favorite person pulls at my heartstrings a bit.

“ I think he’ll be here shortly, Bubs. Why don’t we get you changed in your comfy pjs so when daddy gets here, you guys can watch a movie?”

I gave Aria a quick bath to help her fever settle down. Her fever has been on and off for most of the day; but it seems as though it was getting back to normal for the last hour. She picked out her favorite waffle knit pajamas to wear with the pink and red hearts. She swore up and down that they were her movie watching pajamas & that they were the most comfy for “lounging around”. By the time Aria and I made it back into the living room, Harry had arrived.

I walked to the front door with Aria in my arms & by the time I opened the door she couldn’t jump into Harry’s arms quick enough. There he stood with his work attire on: a pair of dress pants and a button down shirt paired with his matching tie. The young frat boy has turned into a businessman, Harry followed in his fathers foot footsteps and is now a partner in his fathers law firm. His hair looks like it’s been freshly cut, but a few curls still peak out on the top.

“ Hi Bubby, I’m so happy to see you.” A smile is plastered across Harry’s face, he’s always been a proud father. He always says that Aria lights up his world, and that she in fact saved him and has made him a better man. The same smile he gives Aria, is a similar smile that he used to shine at me, those pearly whites were once my weakness.

Harry so kindly brought over Chinese for the 3 of us, the three of us scattered on my dining room table. Harry and Aria spike up most of the conversation, Aria tells Harry all the letters and colors that she’s learned at school so far and what she thinks her classmates worked on today without her. It amazes me watching the two of them interact together, it’s almost as if I’m seeing double: Aria is so much like Harry in so many different ways: between their smiles, the way their nose scrunches up while them are really focused in on what the other is saying, to they way they chew at the the same time or how they both furrow their brows the same exact way.

After dinner, I excused myself to flip some laundry as well as clean the kitchen up from the day's mess. Harry and Aria are now sprawled out in the living room watching Lilo and Stitch, Aria is laid out in between Harry’s legs, with her back to him while his hands are laid in her lap. Every so often I catch Aria holding her fathers hand and even planting kisses on them. Aria’s love and admiration for her father makes Harry a little bit more bearable, he is someone I will always love but I fell out of love many years ago after everything he had put me through: the lies, the cheating, the girl, the uncertainty… It was all just too much.

It’s a little after 8:30 PM now, Aria fell asleep watching the movie with Harry and he insisted he would take her to bed and do her nightly routine with her which consists of cuddles and reading a book, if we ever skip this step she never has a good night's rest. I hear soft snores coming from her bedroom which indicates that Harry can handle her nightly bedtime routine and he will be leaving shortly, which allows me some alone time before the end of the day.

“ She’s fast asleep now…” a soft smile has taken form on Harry’s tired face.

“ Looks like she isn’t the only one that needs to be put to bed” I begin walking him to my front door, to kindly let him know that I would like for him to leave, however, he asks if we can have a talk.

Harry and I walk back over to my living room as I take a seat on my sectional and he sits across from me. The expression on his face indicates that he’s nervous and is testing the waters out before he opens his mouth.

“ I’ve been seeing someone…” is what he blurts out with. “I’ve been seeing her for a while now and I would like to know if it’s okay if I introduce her to Aria.” His words take me by surprise, one of our initial rules was that we would not introduce Aria to anyone unless we thought it was serious and up until now it had not come up. For whatever reason, his confession stings a little bit. I was under the impression that Harry wasn’t really into keeping anything serious or that’s at least what his mother gossips to me about. Anne and I always had a very close relationship, even after everything that had happened between Harry and I.

“Uhmmm, yeah…” my heart starts pounding a little quicker than usual and I’m hoping Harry can’t hear it.

“ Her name is Elizabeth, she works in the same building as I do at the accounting office across the hall from my law firm… she’s the receptionist there. She’s really great, and makes me really happy. I’d like for them to meet this weekend… I’m going to my parents for dinner and they’ll be meeting Elizabeth for the first time too.”

“ Har, I’m happy to hear you’re happy. If you feel as though this is someone you would like to introduce Aria to, then go ahead… under one condition.” I can see Harry’s once anxious demeanor break and a look of curiosity takes over him.

“Under no circumstances and I mean none, are you to have any sleep overs with this girl while Aria is there. If I find out from our daughter that you had a woman sleeping over while she is there… I promise you Harry, I will raise hell.” A slight nod is always I get out of him before he speaks again. “ Understood… thank you.” Call me traditional, however, I don’t think it’s appropriate to have girls in and out of the house while our daughter is there.. Even if they are dating but knowing Harry, he can sometimes spin the truth.

“I’m gonna go… I have a long day tomorrow.” I nod and get up to walk Harry out of my house. As we approach the door, I gently open it for Harry to walk through.

“ Have a goodnight, Har. Thank you again for dinner.”

As Harry walks out my door and into his car, all I see is the young guy that I grew-up with and wonder how things went so wrong for us. My heart aches for what ifs? What if we did end up being the end game, would Aria be happier? Would I be happier? Would we have regular family dinners and have family vacations and family traditions?

I wiped those ideas out of my heart as quickly as they came, because I did not get to where I am in life harping on the past. I, Alena, do not sit around and feel sorry for myself or what my life currently is versus what I once dreamed of it being.

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The One That Got Away - Part 4

A.N. - Part 4 is finally here! I hope everyone enjoys - please let me know your thoughts or even pop into my inbox so we can talk :)

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Harry's stuck in a sticky situation where he has to ultimately pick between his own personal life and his role as a father. However, what happens when he wants to take some time alone and runs into his daughters mother while she is supposed to be with him?

Word Count: 4.1K

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Harry

“Harry, I love you too but I don’t believe that you’re in love with me as much as I am to you.” Liz’ confession stings me because that's not true in the slightest. Her big blue eyes are starting to brim with a few tears and my heart sinks even more. I in no way wanted to make her feel this way, even in the slightest.

“Liz, that is absolutely not true. I-I-I-I don’t even know what else to say right now, I feel as though I have said and done everything to prove to you that I am ready to move further with you and this relationship and it doesn’t seem like you’re listening to me.” I am starting to become irritated with this conversation now. I don’t know how many times I can tell one person that I love them and want to move forward with them but my life is complicated and it’s not as easy as she thinks. Her life compared to mine is much easier, she does not share a child with someone else, nor does she have to take someone else's needs into consideration, for all intents and purposes she could move across the country tomorrow if she wanted to and there would be nothing holding her back here.

“Let me move in with you.”

“What?” Her demand comes as a surprise to me.

“Let me move in with you. If you're serious as you say then let me move in with you.”

“Baby, you know it’s not that simple.” She knows that making this type of demand comes with a lot of planning and consulting with the mother of my child. She is fully aware of the agreement that Alena and I have and, again, I have someone else to think about in this situation.

“See Harry… This is our problem - you always have to ask for permission from her before you can do anything with your life, well I am sorry, but I am not waiting around nor am I sharing our life with her." My patience is running thin at this point - she has no business nor right to make that statement, especially when I have been an open book with her about most of my wrong doings I have done in my life. Her words are spiteful.

“ If that’s the case, then I don’t think it would be wise to continue seeing me then.” my chest is continuing to ache and my stomach is at the bottom of the pit currently. “ I have a beautiful daughter that I share with someone, and her mother is going to continue to be a part of my life in one way or another and if you can't accept that, then I don’t think we should continue this relationship we have.”

“But Harry?” my words have obviously affected her, however, I am not going to make promises I can’t keep, she is aware of my circumstances and what comes along with being with me. I typically would have some empathy for her because she truly is a sweet and kind hearted girl but she is being spiteful and I am not going to allow her to try and gaslight me as if I am the problem.

“Liz, I think it’s best you go inside and we revisit this conversation another time. I don’t want to argue about this, especially because my mind is not going to change on this.” And with that, she unbuckles herself from the passenger seat, gathers her belongings and gets out of my car. She did not mutter another word. I don’t know if this means that I won’t be hearing from her anytime soon or she’s just over this conversation. She is typically a very talkative and expressive person so her silence was sharp and knife-like. I watch her make herself into her apartment building and I wait until I see her living room light turn-on to signal that she has made it inside her apartment safely.

As I drive off back toward my mothers house, instant regret and sadness over-fills me. I don’t understand how this day started off happy,to now being most likely it's the end of our relationship. Elizabeth is the first girl that has really sparked something inside of me in a while, she was the total package but no matter how great she is - she has to accept the biggest part of my life, with the good and the bads and if she can’t do that then that's a deal breaker.

“Harry, dear, what's wrong?” I have just arrived back at my parents house to pick-up Aria but on the way here tears just began to spill out. I didn’t even shed this many tears when my daughter was born - how pathetic of me.

“Mum, I really don’t feel like talking about it.” I scan the room but don’t spot Aria.

“ Where’s my princess?” Aria really did save me. I truly believe that if it weren’t for her, I would be in a much darker place in my life.

“She’s asleep…” my mum pulls out a chair from her kitchen table as do I and we both take a seat. My mum is sitting across from me and I can tell just from her facial expression the concern and worry she has for me now and will do her absolute best to pry out the truth from me.

“ I think Elizabeth and I have broken up.”

“W-What, Harry, I thought everything was going great between you two?” her face is now covered by confusion and worry. “For fuck sakes, Harry, I just met the girl tonight and you’ve already broken up with her?” She's now rubbing her temples with both hands. Her face is illuminated by the single dim kitchen light fixture, yet I can still see her facial expressions clear as day.

“Mum… she was trying to give me an ultimatum that I can’t agree to.”

“W-Well what was it? Not going out, not drinking, not smoking? What is it?” her ignorance is bliss, she’s talking out of her ass.

“No, she asked, no, demanded she move in with me. She feels as though I am not devoting enough time to her and not making her a priority.”

“Well is that true? Is she not a priority for you?”

“She is - but she needs to understand that my daughter comes before anyone else. It’s not as easy as she may think it is.” This conversation is starting to irritate me, I don’t need to justify my reasonings for anything to anyone - not Liz and not even my mum. “My role as a father comes before my role as a boyfriend, and if she can’t accept that, then that’s on her.”

“ Harry, don’t be so harsh on the girl. I’m sure it’s difficult for her as well - sharing her time with someone else, a child that you share with someone else - a child that will have things come up and plans with said girlfriend may have to be rearranged.” My mother lays her hand on top of mine and gives it a squeeze. “Don’t be so stubborn, and don’t be so serious - I’m sure she didn’t say anything inappropriate about Aria.”

“No, she did not.”

“Harry - I think you should leave Aria with me tonight - I will take her to your home so she can sleep in her own bed because it’s getting late and you get yourself together, go for a walk, stay here - I don’t care but you don’t come home to your daughter until you get yourself together.”

“Fine.”

After my mum left with Aria I did not go for a walk, nor did I stay at her house, I drove to the first place that I knew would help me get my mind off of things. I just valeted my car and made my way to the entrance of the building.

“Styles! I haven’t seen you in a long time. What is going on?” Josh, an old buddy of mine is at the door, carding and greeting people into the establishment. Josh is a stocky guy, with dark brown hair and a bit of facial hair, he hasn’t changed much since I last saw him.

“ Oh, you know, busy with life my man. I hope all is going well with you.” Josh is a great guy, no doubt about that, but after a few drinks one night he has professed to me that he didn’t feel like he had a purpose in this world, didn’t go to college, didn’t have any hobbies that motivated him besides women and drinking, which is why he most likely started at this place and unfortunately I don’t believe he will be leaving anytime soon.

“ That’s great to hear man, hey, I’ll catch you inside after my shift if you stick around!” I swiftly nodded my head and flashed him a smile, but I’m hoping that I get one or two drinks in me, calm myself down and head back home to Aria, I am not trying to stay out all night - I can’t go back to my old tendencies.

As I make my way through the double doors, then the vestibule, I am reminded of the familiar scenery and scent of this club. It’s one of the most popular clubs within the city, and it is the place to be. It’s constantly filled with beautiful single women waiting to be flirted with, taken care of and 9 times out of 10, be taken home and shown an even better time. I would be lying if I said I never partook in any of those activities, in fact I could probably count a few things that I’ve done in that private stall to the left of me.

The bar seems to be occupied with people ordering and then making their way back to the dance floor, which fortunately enough for me means that there's a few empty seats at the bar. The same old bartender that’s been working here for the past few years greets me as she always has.

“Hey there Stud, y’d like your usual?” She’s a petite woman, with short blonde hair and these piercing blue eyes, she really is a looker, her name is Shannon. When I first started to come around to this place, Shannon had just started working here and she was fresh to the scene, she was very naive at the time and was known to give some special “deals” while she was working during her shift. For instance, one random Saturday night she was flirting with me at the bar, had her pretty blue eyes keep batting away at me and her tits were pushed up to her chest and her ass cheeks were hanging out of her shorts the perfect amount and one thing led to another and we ended up in the bathroom, she gave me a blowie right then and there. For months I was fixated on the way her plump lips wrapped around my cock, so I kept coming back for more and more until I became fixated on someone else.

“Yes, please.”

“Where’ve you been Stud? I miss you.” She walks over to grab a glass and some ice to put vodka club in and as she walks by, I notice she has a similar pair of shorts on as she had on the night we had together in the bathroom.

“I’ve been around - haven’t been getting out much.” She’s the last person that I want to discuss any personal dilemmas with.

“You? Not getting out much? You’re either seeing someone or knocked someone up." She laughs at her own comments and walks away to assist another customer calling her name, but I’m sure she wouldn’t be laughing if she realized both were true.

I’ve been here for about 30 minutes and I’ve had roughly about 4 drinks. I had capped myself at two but drowning my thoughts and sorrows of the day with alcohol just feels too good. The alcohol has me feeling loose and calm, it almost feels as though all of my past, present and future problems have no meaning because I’m just in a state of serenity right now. I’ve been chatting with Shannon on and off while I’ve been sitting here at the bar, and she’s already offered twice to go into the bathroom and relive a past endeavor but I’ve declined twice. I may be drunk and emotionally unstable, but I am not stupid enough to do something I will regret once I am coherent again.

I am just about to get up and go to the bathroom when I hear a familiar voice shouting up at me.

“ Harry, where the hell is Aria?” It took me a second to realize who it is but once I do, I am shocked. Alena, the mother of my child, is standing right infront of me in the club. She looks immaculately and effortlessly beautiful, her dress is skin tight and leaves little to the imagination while making me feel a little over protective of her? Why is she even wearing something so tight? I can practically see her nipples, and her curves hug her dress in all the right places. I recognize this dress - she wore this dress once before and dare I say that she looks even better wearing it now.

“What the hell are you even doing here and what are you wearing? You look silly.” I’m lying to myself and to her, because she doesn’t look silly, but I can’t let her know that I think she looks effortlessly gorgeous.

“Harry, do not fucking play games with me. Where the hell is my daughter and why the hell aren’t you with her right now?” I tug her arm gently so she can take a seat next to me, so she isn’t shouting in front of everyone, but also if I stand up for one more second I may actually piss myself.

“Relax, she’s at my house with my mum. I came out for a drink or two and headed home.” I don’t want her blowing this instance out of proportion but I know deep inside, being here while I am supposed to be caring for Aria is not the most responsible decision.

“Harry, do not tell me to relax.” her cheeks are puffing out like they always used to when she was annoyed or frustrated with me. “Is this” she’s pointing around the club, “what you are doing while she’s with you during the weekends?”

“What the fuck - no. Do you think I’m that much of a piece of shit?” I can’t believe she thinks this low of me to assume that I am doing this every weekend while our daughter is at my house. I may have been a shitty partner, but I vowed to never be a piece of shit father who doesn’t care for his child.

“ Don’t act like that would be so far-fetched. We both know what you’re capable of.” If I wasn’t already feeling like a horrible human being, this really is the icing on the cake. “Oh why thank you, because you’re the mother of the year - I apologize for not being as perfect as you.” the alcohol was starting to kick in and I wasn’t even aware of what was coming out of my mouth, however, I can tell by Alena’s expression she’s brewing with anger.

“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you here, Harry. Enjoy your night, and don’t you worry about dropping Aria off in the morning - I’ll come pick her up bright and early.” I didn’t even know what to say next, so I didn’t even bother stopping Alena from walking away and apologizing to her for what I said. Before making matters even worse, I pay my tab, ask for a bottle of water and make my way home.

I’m woken up by the sound of two little feet patting their way across my bedroom and soft sniffles. When I’m finally woken up, I pull Aria under my duvet and lay her next to me.

“Bubs, what’s a-matter?” Her tear stained face nuzzles into my chest as she makes herself comfortable.

“U-U-Uh I-I-I had a bad dream, and I’m scared.” Her broken voice breaks my heart, but I know this is normal for kids her age, she has a bad dream at least once a month while she is with me and we go through the same routine in which she comes and lays in bed with me and we fall back asleep together.

“ T’s okay Bubs, you’re safe here with me now.” I can feel her drifting off to sleep and selfishly I’m thankful for that - when looking at the time on my phone it clearly read 5:23 AM. Which means I’ve only been asleep for roughly about 3 hours. After my interaction with Alena at the club, I was left so embarrassed that I sobered up as quickly as I could and drove myself back here. It wasn’t enough that Alena gave me a piece of her mind, but as soon as I got home my mum could smell the alcohol on my breath and I had to hear it from her as well. I was embarrassed beyond belief, but all I wanted to do after the night I had was check on my baby girl and then go to sleep.

“I love you so much, daddy.” I could never get tired of hearing that.

I’m woken up again by the vibration of my phone. Alena texted and called me to notify me that she’s outside waiting for me to let her in, while getting out of bed doing my best to not wake up Aria I glanced over at my phone and see that it reads 7:38 AM, she wasn’t kidding when she said bright and early. I slip out of my pajama pants and slip on a pair of lounge shorts and make my way down my stairs and into my foyer to let Alena in.

When I open the door, she’s standing there in a pair of leggings and a cropped t-shirt, her hair seems to be styled in the same waves that it was last night. Her face has now been washed away of all that make-up she had on last night, and she seems to have a softer aroma on her.

“Where is she?” her demeanor doesn’t seem to have changed since last night.

“She’s up in my bed asleep, she woke up about 2 hours ago because she had a bad dream. The only way she seems to fall back asleep is if she nestles herself into me.” I’m hoping the topic of our daughter and her unfortunate nightmare softens Alena up.

“Yeah, she does the same with me too. She likes when I wrap my arm around her.” I lead her through the open-floor plan of my home and lead her to my kitchen island so I can make us some coffee.

“Listen, Harry, I apologize for snapping at you last night the way I did. I shouldn’t have done that.” she has no reason to apologize here but as always, she has to be the bigger person. “It just really took me by surprise to see you there the way I did.”

“There’s no reason for you to apologize, however, if you had allowed me to talk last night I would have gotten to the reason why.” I truthfully would have told her everything last night if she had allowed me to, but out of frustration, she let it out all at once.

“ I was irresponsible last night, and after an argument I had with my now ex-girlfriend I needed to get out. I probably should have gone for a walk or even a drive - but I went somewhere that felt comfortable and went ahead of myself.”

“Oh?” her eyes are fixated on me while I talk, which is something I admire most about her. No matter who is speaking to her, she makes it a point to make them feel like they are the most important person in the room and she is just absolutely transfixed with them.

“ I’ll spare you the details, but, I think it’s important for you to know that she asked if she could move in here and I told her no, because my relationship with our daughter is more important to me than any romantic relationship I may encounter.” her face begins to soften, and she waits for me to complete my thought before she speaks up.

“Harry, you don’t have to share the intimate details of your relationship with me.”

“No I don’t, but I also don’t want you to think I would ever do something to jeopardize my relationship with Aria or make you feel uncomfortable.” The coffee pot chimes signaling it’s beginning to brew. I swing my weight onto my counter top, where I perch myself up. “I know you have your thoughts about me, and rightfully so, but I will do everything in my power to prove you wrong.” These words weren’t supposed to come out as threats, but more so as promises, because I promise to be the best father I can possibly be.

“ I’ve never said anything negative about you to anyone, not to my friends, my parents, your mum, no one - especially our daughter.”

“Yes, but I’m sure you’ve thought about it.”

A gasp escaped her lips, “ Yeah, and I’ve also thought about marrying Leonardo DiCaprio but it doesn’t make it true.”

This playful banter is not common within our relationship, if that's what you would even call this - but it’s refreshing.

For the next 30 minutes, we stayed sat like we are, drinking coffee and making small talk about Aria, my mum, her parents and just random news we’ve heard about in the world, sitting and having light-hearted conversations with Alena is different than our norm, but I’m happy we are moving in this direction even if it may be in very small increments.

Aria woke up not too long after, and came downstairs searching for me but as soon as her eyes caught sight of Alena, it was game over for me - she attacked her mother with hugs and kisses and expressed how much she actually missed her.

Shortly after, Alena and Aria made their way back home and I am left alone again with my own thoughts and contemplations on what I should do about my situationship. But, instead of dealing with it like an adult - I decide to take the high road and go upstairs and lay back in bed.

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Marigold and Daises - 2

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Chapter 2

Marigold's POV

It has been a week since Harry strolled into the shop. I haven't seen or heard from him since then. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I made the whole thing up. I tried not to think about it, but it does consume a portion of my brain. I mean he has always consumed a portion of my brain, so it's not really surprising at this point.

Every time my phone gets a notification my heart stops for a second, hoping that Harry's name would flash on my screen. It never did. Every time the bell at the shop rang alerting everyone that a new customer entered, my head would whip to the door wishing it was Harry walking in the building. He never did.

Was it a bad thing?

What is a bad thing that I was suddenly missing his presence? Craving the sound of his voice? Seven years later and this boy still had my heart, something I would never want to admit to him. While he's moved on with his life, I've been stuck on him for the last seven years.

I mentally scolded myself for making it a big deal in my head. All it took was a short chat with Harry, and suddenly I was a love struck teenager in high school again. You're better than that, Marigold. You're too stronger to let another man come into your life and distract you from what really matters.

I shook my head, ridding myself of the thoughts I let myself have. Business seemed to pick up a lot within the last week. Lots of new faces came through the door, actually leaving me low in stock on a lot of supplies and flowers. It was hard keeping up with all the new orders each day and I booked my first wedding this week, there was really no room to breathe.

I didn't mind the extra work though. If anything it kept my mind occupied. Work and home, work and home, work and home.

It was midday already, usually the busyness of the cafe portion of the shop would have slowed down by now. But much to my surprise, the dining area was still relatively full and there was a small line formed at the register. I had been busy in the back, working on several orders, my hands never slowing down as bouquets filled the table in front of me, all waiting to go to their new homes.

"Mari! Custom order!" One of the employees called from the front. A lot of the employees were still in training in regards to the florist side of the business, so when custom orders came through, I would usually do it while they watched. It was hard deciding to hire someone because this is a part of my mom's legacy and I don't want that to be tainted if an employee I hired does something wrong.

I pulled out the supplies for the particular order, humming along to the music that played over the speakers. The door to the studio bursts open as Allie comes in, yelling my name. I yell back at her and her blonde hair catches my eye as she comes around the corner. She pushes a couple vases out of the way on the table, hoisting herself up so she sits next to me as I finish an arrangement of roses.

"Didn't Mya tell you no customers are allowed back here?" I smirk at her as she over exaggerates a loud gasp.

"Well seeing as I'm the owner's best friend I have rights to roam wherever I want when I please," she huffs proudly. I roll my eyes, focusing back on the roses and adding a few stems of baby's breath to it. "Has lover boy come back yet?" I shot her a glare at her choice of words, shaking my head.

As if on cue, Adore You begins playing over the speakers in the shop. I think she planned that.

"Huh, coincidence?" She laughed. "It's a sign." She whispered mischievously before hopping off the table and helping me with some finishing touches on the bouquets. I rolled my eyes at her and bumped my hip with hers as we sang along to the song.

"What's all this?" Allie gestured to the cluster of photos and frames I had stacked in the corner of a different table.

"Photos." I shrugged. "For the big empty spot in the sitting area."

There was a large empty space on the brick wall, I thought I'd make the place a little more homey by added a collage of photos. Photos of friends, families, loved ones, the whole nine yards. I had close to 100 pictures to sort though and choose from. I wanted the collage to showcase my life and the journey I've had so far.

There were lots of pictures of me and mom, of course. There were pictures from my childhood, grade school all the way through college. And of course, there were pictures of my sweet baby girl. I wanted to leave some space to add on through the years.

It was the last touch I needed to add to the shop, and then it would be perfect.

"I like that." Allie smiled, as she started to sift through the photos I had already printed out. Her smile grew as she flashed a photo in my direction, showing me which one it was. It was a picture of Harry and I at my 5th birthday party. We both had huge smiles on our faces as he pulled at the corners of his mouth with his fingers, making a silly face.

"He's in quite a few of these." She smirked. I rolled my eyes and shrugged, moving to stand next to her as she continued to flip through the pages.

"He's a big part of my life. Felt wrong not adding him in the mix." I hummed, staring at the photos laid out on the table.

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"Mari, you have a visitor!" Mya shouted out at me, her head poking in the studio. I narrowed my eyes, I wasn't expecting anyone today.

Allie giggled behind me knowingly as I turned to start walking out to the cafe. Her footsteps were quick behind me, thankfully because she can catch me when I fall over as my eyes meet the all too familiar deep green ones that were once my favorite sight in the world.

"Oh my god," Allie's voice broke through my thoughts and I turned around, pushing her back through the door. Once she was locked away in the studio, creepily looking through the small window, I turned around to face Harry.

I nervously laughed as he smiled at me.

"Hi, Mari," He took a step closer to me and I took one back, unsure what the fuck was happening. "Thought I'd come back for another latte since I was in the neighborhood." The smile on his face never altered as he spoke to me. I stared at him- no, I was practically gawking at him.

"Oh um, let me um, get that started for you," I stuttered over my words like a kid in a spelling bee as I moved behind the counter to create some distance between us. There was an awkward tension in the air as I fidgeted with my fingers just a few feet away from him.

Mya pushed me out of the way, making the vanilla latte as Harry and I just stared at each other. She slid it into my hand, nudging me with her elbow so I would move over to him. An awkward smile covered my face as I handed him the drink.

"Do you want to sit down with me?" He asked, motioning to an empty table in the corner of the cafe.

I looked over at the studio door, ready to tell him I was swamped and didn't have time when Allie still stood there, shooing me away. She really would block my way to force me to talk to him. I turned back around, walking past him and sitting down at the table.

We both sat in silence, Harry sipping on his drink as we stared at the table in front of us. How does one even start a conversation with their ex boyfriend that they're still in love with after no communication for seven years? Well, not still in love. I don't love him. I cannot love him.

"You look well." Harry finally broke the silence. I played with the ends of my hair that was pulled up into a ponytail, not sure how to respond. He looked more than well. "You don't have to be nervous around me."

I quickly let go of my hair, setting my hands on the table when Mya appeared next to us and placed a cup of chai tea in front of me. She kicked the leg of my chair and shot me a glare as she looked between us, mouthing at me to speak.

"You look hot too. Fuck I mean, you look good." Great one, Marigold.

He laughed at my fumble, reaching over to squeeze my hand that was laying flat. "How are you? How's your mom?" My nose scrunched at his words, not wanting to replay those memories right then.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" I stopped him. If he was trying to hint at something or just wants a one night stand then he came to the wrong place.

"I've missed you, Mari. I just want to talk." My eyes rolled as I pulled my hand out of his grasp, missing the electricity between us as soon as we're apart.

A loud cry of a child broke me out of my thoughts. It was a very familiar cry and my motherly instincts kicking in as I turned towards the door. I stood from my seat as I spotted my babysitter, Meredith searching frantically for me in the busy cafe. She caught sight of me and let out a sigh of relief. She made her way over to me, my hands instantly reached out to pull the crying baby into my arms.

"I'm so sorry, Mari. I tried calling you and texting you before coming." She gushed. I mentally cursed myself, reaching for my phone that was normally tucked in the back pocket of my jeans only to come up empty.

"M-momma." She cried repeatedly. Her face was red and her eyes were swollen from all the crying she's been doing.

"It's okay, what's going on? What's wrong baby?" I cooed to my baby, sitting down as I rocked her back and forth, trying to comfort her so we didn't run any of the customers off.

"She's been running a fever and crying for an hour straight. I tried everything, but I didn't know what else to do," Meredith told me as her cries turned to small whimpers and hiccups, her hands clutching my shirt in her grasp to keep me as close as possible.

"It's okay you did the right thing. I got her, you can go. I'll text you tonight and let you know if I'm staying with her tomorrow. Thank you." Mer patted her back gently telling her goodbye before leaving us.

I could feel Harry's eyes burning into the back of my head as I turned back around to face him. Well this will be a fun explanation. His head was tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Y-you're a mom," This time it was him stuttering over his words. Small hands clung onto my shirt tightly as she pushed herself up to see who was the owner of the unfamiliar voice.

"Look Harry, I really should go take her home." I stood from my seat, hoisting her up to sit on my hip. I turned heading back towards the studio to gather my things, sure that talk wasn't as long as I had hoped but maybe it was for the best.

"What's her name?" He called out, standing up with us. I stopped in my tracks, taking a deep breath before facing him once again. His eyes darted over my face, searching desperately for signs of emotion. He was trying to read me. I glanced down at my daughter who lifted her head off my shoulder to look at Harry.

Before I had the chance to say anything, the sweet voice of my child filled the air.

"Daisy."

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Marigold and Daises - 1

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2013 - Freshman Year of College

"I know!" Harry's wide grin shined brightly through the phone screen. "It's so crazy, petal! Who would've thought that we would blow up as much as we have?!" The smile on Harry's face never went away as he continued to fill me in on what's been happening in his life.

Of course, I was more than happy to sit here and listen. Harry started a band and posted videos of them covering songs on YouTube. They're channel grew rather quickly. Quicker than anyone could've imagined. Harry Styles was on the rise. My Harry Styles.

"I'm so proud of you, H." I smiled, I missed him. Our daily facetimes turned into weekly facetimes, which have now turned into very brief biweekly facetimes. I couldn't be upset with him, his career was just starting to take off. Besides, we weren't in a relationship, he doesn't have any obligation to give me attention.

"I can't wait to see you so I can tell you all about it." He grinned. "When are you going to fly out and visit me, huh?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "Sarah says she misses you. It's been a while."

5 months to be exact. 5 long months away from my best friend.

"Hopefully soon. If my manager ever decides to give me time off." I pouted.

"Well, then I'll come to you. I miss you, petal." Harry sighed, a small yawn escaping his mouth.

"You better get some rest... You've got a big day tomorrow." I reluctantly said. It was already 2 AM and Harry had a big meeting with some producers tomorrow.

"You're right.." He said sadly. "Don't worry, I'll come visit you soon. I promise." He shot me a smile. "Goodnight. I love you, petal."

2020 - Present Day

That was the last time I talked to Harry. 7 years ago, Harry made a promise he wouldn't be able to keep. I never thought I would talk to him ever again. Harry never visited, never called back, never answered my texts, never said another word to me after that facetime call. He grew bigger and bigger, his fanbase grew to millions in the matter of 6 months. I knew that I had lost him.

So you could imagine my surprise when Harry Styles, international pop star strolled straight into my shop. I was frozen in my spot behind the counter, he hadn't noticed me yet as I was off to the side arranging a custom bouquet.

Harry was wearing workout clothes, like he was out for a run. He wore a loose long sleeve shirt, nike shorts, a pair of runners and a hair clip held his hair snug on the top of his head. He looked good, he wasn't even trying and he looked good.

The cashier, Mya, greeted him with a quick "What can I get started for you?"

I watched from my peripherals, not wanting to be blatantly obvious that I was staring him down.

Vanilla Latte with caramel cream - I thought to myself, wondering if his usual coffee order may have changed over the years.

"I'll have a medium vanilla latte with caramel cream." He answered back with a smile. Mya nodded her head, pressing onto the screen.

I shook my head, it's been 7 years. He probably wouldn't even recognize me even if he saw me. I wrapped a ribbon around the vase of the bouquet, nodding my head contently as I smiled at my work.

"Daniel! Your flowers are ready!" I brought the vase to the counter, shouting out the customers name. He came to the front and gushed out a thank you, applauding my work before dropping a few bills in the tip jar and leaving the shop.

"Marigold?" My feet stayed glued to the ground as the voice broke through my ears. He's seen me. Not only has he seen me, but he remembers me. I turned to my side to see Harry with his head tilted to the side, as if he couldn't believe I actually stood in front of him.

"Hi." I said simply, a small smile on my face. His mouth widened a little more when he realized it really was me.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe it's actually you!" He smiled. "People have been raving about the new coffee shop that opened up around here." He chuckled. "When I saw the shop's name, I was instantly drawn to it. Dahlia's Daisy Cafe, a flower shop and coffee shop tied into one."

I had moved to LA a year ago, deciding a new setting would be best for me to start my new life. I needed to get away from home, there was too many bad memories, too many painful ones.

I nodded my head, keeping the awkward smile on my face. This couldn't have been more uncomfortable for me.

"This is your shop isn't it?" His eyes lit as he spoke, I nodded my head once again. "You named it after your mom." My smile altered just a little bit at his words, but nodded my head once again to confirm.

"Yeah, I sure did. She would've loved it." I smiled softly, thinking of how proud mom would be right now.

"Look, Mari-"

"Harry, your latte is ready at the bar!" Mya called out. Saved by the bell.

"It was really nice seeing you, I gotta go handle some stuff in the back." I offered him a smile. "Have a good rest of your day!" I called, heading straight towards the back without giving him the chance to stop me. I closed my office door and took a deep breathe.

"That really just happened." I whispered to myself.

I couldn't tell if I was happy or not to see Harry. I think the word to describe how I'm feeling right now is, surprised. I definitely didn't think Harry Styles would be walking into my shop today. It's been years, so much has changed.

I couldn't help but think of how much he's changed since the last time I spoke to him. His face has matured, obviously. 7 years is a long time to grow, he was a man. Facial hair pricked at his chin, he was bigger. Bigger as in muscles, his shoulders were broad and even through his long sleeve shirt I could see the muscles on his arms.

"Mari, are you okay?" Mya knocked on the door. "You've got another order for a bouquet."

I opened the door, giving her a smile.

"Sorry!" I chuckled. "Go ahead and take your break, the next cashier should be here any minute now." I dismissed her.

I walked to the front ready to take the order but was greeted with an empty shop. A single piece of paper with a $100 sat on the counter top.

Custom Order Size of Bouquet: Large Flower(s): Daisy

Personal Message:

Petal, it was nice to see you again. I've missed you. We'll talk soon.

With love,

H. x

That was it. That's all the paper said. It didn't have any buyer information, but I didn't need any to know who it was from. I knew as soon as I read the word petal, I cringed at the word. A word I used to hold so dearly, now leaves an unfamiliar taste in my mouth. Nobody has called me that in years, because Harry was the only person that called me that. He signed it H, a nickname that I had given him when we were kids that he now uses to sign every social media post, tweet, caption, you name it.

I dropped the paper back onto the countertop. He ordered a bouquet of flowers for me? I sighed, pulling out a vase and starting on the bouquet. As much as I hated that he still had this effect on me, a small smile stayed on my face the entire time I made the bouquet.

~~~

"What?!" Allison screeched through the phone. "He was there? In your shop? The Harry Styles." She asked for the 5th time.

"Yes, Allie." I groaned, running my hand through my hair. As soon as I told her what happened today, she's been in shock, not seeming to process the information I laid out for her. She was a fan of Harry, who wouldn't be? His music was everywhere, He was everywhere. Even I found myself enjoying his music and sometimes even wondering if any of them were about me. Doubtful.

"Okay, I still can't believe you know Harry Styles personally." She said in disbelief. I met Allison in college, she's been a huge support for me through some of the hardest years of my life. I don't know what I'd do without her. "Knew. I don't know." She mumbled.

"And he ordered a bouquet for you?! From your own shop.. That's kinda cute." She raised her eyebrow at me, I rolled my eyes at her words.

"I don't know what it means." I huffed. Harry had ended the note with We'll talk soon. What does that even mean? I hated how vague he was in the note. Then again, I didn't really give him a chance to talk to me in person when he was at the shop. I couldn't handle it, I was feeling too many things at once and I knew if I didn't get away from him in that moment, I probably would've broken down in front of him. That's even more embarrassing.

"It obviously means he's going to talk to you soon! Has he texted you?" Her voice was high pitched, eager to know what was happening.

"Allie, I doubt he even has my number saved anymore." I glared at her. Harry hasn't texted or called within the last 7 years, I highly doubt seeing me for a mere 2 minutes would change that.

"Hey, just give him a chance okay? If he happens to reach out, I mean." Allie tilted her head. "You were best friends at one point, don't you think that deserves a second chance? There are hundreds of coffee shops within the city and he chose to go to yours, Mari. That's fate if I've ever seen it." She gave me a toothy smile, wiggling her eyebrows at the camera.

A strained cry broke out through the apartment, letting me know baby was awake.

"Oooh, I hear my sweet little niece crying." Allie sang her words.

"Yeah, come get her." I scrunched my nose, saying a quick goodbye before getting up from my comfortable position on the couch, tossing my phone on the coffee table.

I made my way to the bedroom where my daughter cried. She sat up in her crib when I opened the door, tears still flowing down her face as small whines continued to leave her mouth.

"Hi, baby. You're okay." I cooed, bending over the edge of the crib to scoop her in my arms. "Momma's got you." I smiled, wiping her tears away and kissing her cheek.

Maybe Allison is right, maybe I should've heard what Harry had to say. I wouldn't be raking my brain trying to guess what he was going to say to me at the shop if I had listened to him. I guess it's too late now, I had no way of contacting Harry. But he knew where to find me.

If he wanted to talk, he's going to have to make it happen.

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Help Wanted - Chapter 1

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Anastasia's POV

It was the end of my nine hour shift and I was ready to go home and relax. Working on a Friday night isn't always ideal for a 21 year old girl.

"Anastasia! You can't leave until the entire counter is cleared and cleaned." My manager yelled from the kitchen. There was a point in time when I loved working at the diner. When Ms. Jo still owned the place.

"Okay, Kyle." I muttered. I hated this place. They paid me crap and treated me like trash. "Just hold on a little longer till you find another job." I whispered to myself. I finished the last of my duties as quickly as possible, shouting a quick goodbye to Kyle and leaving before he could even make me stay to do more.

The walk back to my apartment was quick as I basically sprinted all the way home, ready to shower and climb into my bed.

"Anastasia! You're late, I thought you were supposed to be back at 9:30?" My roommate, Tina pouted at me as I entered our apartment.

"Yeah, me too. Kyle was being a pain." I huffed and fell on the couch, allowing my body to finally relax.

"Ugh, gross. I thought you were quitting?" She squinted at me. I just shrugged, I've been planning on quitting the diner for a few months now, I just can't bring myself to do it.

"It's not like it's that easy. I can't quit till I get another job, and nobody on this earth seems to want to hire me." I sighed and closed my eyes, rubbing my temples softly.

"What! That's not true, come on." She pulled my arm up and made me sit up. "Let's see what we can find online." She opened her laptop up and searched for hiring jobs.

"Tina, I don't want another stupid job with a stupid manager that's gonna control everything." I huffed. "I'm 21! I'm tired of working these retail/restaurant jobs! I want to do something in my field, something I enjoy. It just sucks because I haven't graduated yet." I was behind on my degree, since I have to pay for all my tuition I've only been taking a few classes at a time, so I didn't have to drown myself in debt.

"What about a daycare then?" She suggested. I raised an eyebrow at her, that didn't sound too bad to be honest. "Or even better! Become a nanny!!" She shouted. "My cousin was a nanny for a couple years and she made a lot of money!" She started typing away on her laptop, searching up who knows what.

Before I knew it she was on a website that had a huge list of people looking for babysitters and nannies.

"Okay, where should we start.... Any specific ages?" She questioned. I laughed and grabbed the laptop from her, filling in all the requirements I was comfortable with, (ages/how many kids/ desired pay/ etc.)

"Alright... Hannah Brown.. 3 kids, 4,5,8?" She looked at me, I shook my head. "Bryan Lucas, 2 kids, twins, newborn.." I shook my head quickly, newborns weren't for me.

"Okay.... Oh here! Harry Styles, 2 kids, 1 and 4? It says he's a single dad in desperate need of help." She handed me the laptop and I scanned the screen carefully.

Harry Styles: Looking for a live in nanny. I have 2 beautiful and well behaved kids. I'm a new single dad and need help ASAP. You must have some experience in childcare and must be CPR certified. References Required.

Then there was a form/application to fill out attached to the bottom.

"It's worth a shot." I shrugged. "I've babysat on and off since I was in high school, plus the daycare experience I banked after I graduated high school.. but it's a live in position." My voice trailed off, realizing that I'e never considered being a live in nanny before.

"Anastasia look at his pay status. It has THREE dollar signs! That means he's willing to pay a lot. Who cares if it's live in. APPLY!" She hit the back of my head before heading to the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the screen, studying the words on it one more time.

"Alright Mr.Styles..."

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Help Wanted - Chapter 11

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Anastasia's POV

"Can I show you something?" Harry spoke beside me, His arm loosely over my shoulder. It was an odd feeling, a foreign one. But it was a feeling I loved nonetheless. The kids were sleeping in their beds, falling asleep after the first movie. We were currently watching Infinity Wars.

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" I responded back to him, curious to what he had in mind.

"Okay.. I'll show you in a bit, the movies almost over. I just want to enjoy this time." Harry said softly. His hand rubbed my arm softly, his thumb give it a little stroke, sending shivers throughout my body. Any touch from Harry was enough to drive me crazy.

The whole night all I could think about were Harry's words.. He said he was feeling things.. Is he feeling things for me? Romantically? I could only hope for the best but I knew deep down inside it was probably a temporary feeling that he was experiencing.

After 6 months of being alone after Danielle, having a woman live in the house is bound to make anyone feel some type of way. As much as I loved this feeling with Harry, the soft touches, the small kisses, I had to prepare myself for the worst. I had to prepare myself for heartbreak. I was already in too deep with this man, he had me in the palm of his hands and he doesn't even know it.

The movie came to an end, although I wasn't paying much attention.

"Alright, follow me." He grinned, standing up and pulling me to my feet as well. He held onto my hand as he led me through the hallway, towards his room. My heart started to beat faster with every step we took. "Don't get the wrong idea.." He chuckled under his breathe.

"When I gave you the tour of the house, there was one thing I didn't show you.." He opened his bedroom door, it was clean and neat. But he continued to pull me through the room to his closet. He opened the door and turned on the light, a bright smile one his face.

"You... wanted to show me your closet?" I smiled at him confused. He continued to look down at me with a huge grin. I never really noticed the height difference between me and Harry, we were never really this close to notice.

"No silly. Well yes. But no.. come come." He went into the closet pushing aside some clothes. I looked around, his clothes were well organized. Business attire on the top rack, casual clothes on the bottom. This man really loved his shoes, there were so many laid out along the bottom of the closet. My eyes landed on the opposite side of the closet. It was empty for the most part, a few pieces of woman's clothing, and multiple boxes that were labeled "Danielle's" My heart pinched at the sight of it, but was instantly pulled back to reality.

Harry tugged on my arm, behind his clothes was a door, a secret door.

"I've never shown anyone this... Only Danielle knew about it, but she never went in. The kids don't even know this is here." His voice was shaky, I could tell he was nervous to show me what's behind the door. I grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze for reassurance. With a shaky hand he unlocked the door and opened it.

There were stairs going down. I looked him with furrowed eyebrows.

"You're... You're not going to murder me.. are you?" I teased. He laughed and shook his head.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He kissed my temple softly, making me blush. "Just go down." He urged me. I carefully made my way down the stairs, he flicked the lights on so I could see, once I reached the bottom I built up the courage to look up and around the room.

My breathe was taken, it was rather large, I'm assuming this was the basement to the house that he converted into his own space. There was a grand piano, guitars, musical instruments of all sorts. There was another section with a lounge, a tv, small mini fridge. Another set of stairs that led to the outside I assume.

"This is my hideaway.." He said softly behind me. I stepped further into the room, my finger grazed over the piano. Pressing a few of the keys.

"Do you play?" He asked, I nodded and sat on the chair, placing my fingers on the keys but not pressing down.

"Yeah actually.. I love music." I sighed happily. Much like cooking, music brought great peace into my life. It was my safety net. "I haven't played much of anything recently. I've just been so busy.. I miss it really." He sat down next to me.

"Do you write?" He asked, I hesitated to answer this question. I've never let anyone hear my music. Never. But I nodded, feeling it was okay to open this part of my life to Harry. After all, he did trust me enough to open up this part of his life to me.

"A little.. nothing good. Do you? Do you write?" I smiled softly as his fingers pressed down on the keys, answering my question. "Can you play something for me?" I asked softly. I scooted over on the bench, giving him more room to move around.

It was mesmerizing watching him play. His long fingers stretched across the keys, his eyes were closed and he got lost in the music.

Sweet Creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong

I was absolutely captivated by his voice. I've never heard him sing besides that one time in the kitchen, or the occasional lullaby he'd sing to his kids at night. But it was never like this. It was never this raw.

And oh, we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn I know But oh,

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

I listened to him intently as he sang. There was so much passion in his face, so much pain mixed in with it. This song had a lot of meaning to it, it was obvious. It meant a lot to Harry. He continued to sing, I too found myself getting lost in his voice, in the sound of the piano. It was truly beautiful. I closed my eyes, savoring the sound of his voice, not knowing when I would be able to hear it again.

Harry sang the final verse and I opened my eyes and stared into his glossed over ones.

"That was beautiful.." I said softly. Bringing my hand up to his cheek, wiping away the tears that fell.

"Thank you.. I.. wrote it for Danielle." He smiled sadly. "I sang it for her at our wedding." I nodded my head at his words, I didn't know what to say. I just let the both of us sit in this moment for a little bit.

"Uhh.. Feel free to come down here whenever you want." Harry smiled at me, composing himself a bit. "I want you be able to come down here and escape as well. I want you to start writing again, it's free for you to use."

"Thank you.. Thank means a lot. I'd love to come down and play and get back into writing." I bumped my shoulder into his softly. "Thank you again.. For being comfortable enough to be vulnerable with me." I meant every word I said, I've never felt this connection with anyone in my whole life.

"You make it quite easy, Anastasia."

"Come on.. Wanna watch one more movie before bedtime?" I grinned at him. He nodded his head eagerly, taking my hand and dragging me back out into the living room like a child.

~~~

"Daddyyy!!!" A voice screamed into the air. I jolted up from my sleep, a pair of arms keeping my down onto the soft grown underneath me. I turned my body and was met with Harry's sleeping body holding me firm against him. Penelope poked his face and I giggled.

"Pen... Let daddy sleep. He's tired." I sighed, she nodded and got off. I checked my phone, it was 8 AM. "What are you doing awake? You usually sleep in on Saturday." I asked her.

"I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep." She laid down next to me. I squirmed in Harry's arms, trying to get out of his grip.

"5 more minutes.." He mumbled lowly. I sighed and shook my head.

"I'm gonna make us breakfast Harry..." I said softly shaking him a bit.

"Pleaseeee. Just 5 minutes. Please Dani." My eyes widened at his words, my body instantly went stiff. Dani... He didn't even realize what he said. It took a lot of strength but I managed to get out of his grip.

I ran to my room and locked the door before going to my bathroom and also locking the door. I began to hyperventilate. The tightening in my chest, become more intense. I know I was overreacting, it was an accident and he didn't even know what he was saying he was half asleep.

I guess in a way it was confirmation. This fantasy that I'm living is just that, a fantasy. Like Harry said, his one true love is Danielle and nobody could top that. Definitely not me.

I sighed, deciding it was best for me to just get ready for the day. I took my long hair out of it's ponytail that was already a mess, I brushed it out before throwing it back up into a bun, washing my face and brushing my teeth.

I know that I'm overreacting about Harry, once he's fully awake he won't even realize what happened, it's up to me to not make anything awkward. Once I was freshened up and dressed I walked back out into the living room. Harry was still laying down, Penelope wrapped in his arms. I smiled at the sight and got Danny up and ready for the day.

I placed Danny down next to Pen and started up in the kitchen, making tea for Harry and I, and waffles and eggs for everyone. I was almost done with breakfast by the time Harry was fully awake and dressed into new clothes.

"Good morning." His voice was raspy, deep, incredibly sexy. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, taking a deep breath and inhaling my scent. "Smells good... the food does too." He said cheekily, I blushed at his words.

"Want any fruit?" He asked pulling away from me, I nodded and heard him pulling out utensils and fruit from the fridge. Once I was done cooking, I set the table with all the food and poured everyone's drinks.

"Thank you for cooking!" Penelope cheered as she instantly dug into her food.

"Slow down, darling. I don't want you to choke on your food." I laughed, she nodded and slowed down.

"I don't blame her, it tastes really good." Harry agreed, taking another forkful of waffles into his mouth.

"Daddy?" Penelope asked.

"Yes, bug?" He asked, sipping his tea.

"Why did you call Anastasia, mommy's name?" I choked on my food as Penelope spoke. Harry patted my back and offered me the water in front of me, I gladly took it, tears forming at my eyes from the lack of oxygen I was getting.

"What do you mean, bug?" Harry was clearly confused at her question. I cleared my throat, and took deep breathes trying to catch my breathe as everything unfolded in front of me.

"This morning.. Ana was trying to wake you up.. You called her Dani.. That's mommy's name, right?" Penelope continued to eat her food happily, completely oblivious to the chaos she just let loose in mine and Harry's brain.

Harry's head instantly snapped to mine and I kept my head down, staring at the plate of food in front of me. I just lost my appetite.

"Ana.." Harry said softly beside me, but I didn't dare lift my head to look at him. "D-did I- Did I call you Dani?" His voice was pained and I knew he felt guilty. "Please look at me Anastasia." He pleaded, I finally gave in and lifted my head to fix my gaze on him. I didn't say anything, just nodded my head at him.

"Oh my, I am so sorry." He hand instantly reached for mine, he squeezed it repeatedly.

"It- It's okay Harry. Don't worry about it." I tried to laugh it off, but he shook his head. "Really, you were half asleep, it probably just slipped out." I shrugged, this reminded me of the time Penelope called me mom in her sleep. I know she didn't mean it, she was half asleep. Just like Harry.

"It's not okay.." He said sadly. "It won't happen again, please. I'm so sorry." He was freaking out and it made me feel a little better to know that he cared about my feelings this much.

"Really Harry.. It's okay. I was a little shocked at first, but I don't blame you. It's okay. I promise." I tried to do my best to comfort him in this terribly awkward time. "Can we.. just forget this ever happened?" I asked awkwardly, wanting to change the subject. Harry looked unconvinced but nodded his head.

"I'm really sorry, Anastasia." He said one last time. I just nodded my head and gave him a reassuring smile, I didn't want this to make things weird between Harry and I. Sure, we were not an item of any sort, but I definitely didn't want to make it anymore confusing than it already was.

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Help Wanted - Chapter 10

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Anastasia's POV

The days seemed to go by faster and faster here at the Style's home, as each day goes by the more fond I become of the kids. The more fond I become of Harry. It's been a week since the incident with Kyle, since we made the fort and all fell asleep together in the living room.

Harry seemed much more comfortable with me, his words seemed to be more confident when he spoke to me, more friendly, more.. complimenting. Seems that it wouldn't be a complete morning if I was blushing a bright red on my cheeks from his words.

Harry got a rise out of seeing me squirm from his words, seeing my cheeks flush and bright with every compliment that seeped from his lips. I'm not entirely sure what was going on between us, but I knew that it was a dangerous game I was playing. The weird feeling I get when Harry's around only seems to grow with each passing day.

I sighed as I watched Penelope scribble on her paper, filling it with colors and random shapes.

"Okay Pen, I know it's Friday but we gotta work on letters today okay?" Penelope was very smart, being 4 years old she would be entering Kindergarten next year. She groans and lets her head fall onto the table.

"But it's Friday!!" She complained. I laughed at her throwing a baby fit.

"Yes, but you somehow convinced me to skip letters yesterday. So we have to do it today." I said pointedly. "We've gotta expand that big brain of yours, right?" She wasn't happy, but eventually she nodded her head and pulled out her little booklet that I bought for her to practice writing and learning letters.

"I'm going to get Danny up, you go ahead and start practicing on your own." She nodded her head again, dragging her pencil over the letters on the page. I scuffled her hair a little before getting up and going to Danny's room, waking him up from his nap and changing his diaper.

"Mama!" He cheered, yanking my hair, making me wince.

"Well, that's not very nice is it, bug? Yanking mama's hair?" I glared at him. He continued to giggle as I poked at his belly, tickling him. "Can you say Ana?" I tried, we've been trying to get him to say my name. He can say my name, he just refuses to call me it.

"Ana." He says softly. I nod my head.

"Very good, bud. I'm Ana." This caused him to shake his head. I laughed and scooped him up in my arms, he placed his hand on my face.

"Mama." He said simply. I sighed but nodded my head, giving him a soft kiss to the cheek.

"Mama, it is." When I went back to the kitchen Penelope was still tracing the letters on the page. I smiled at her, knowing that she was actually trying. I placed Danny in his highchair and gave him his snack, sitting next to Penelope again to watch her.

"Wow, Pen. That looks really good." I smiled at her. She grinned at me. "Alright, let's practice our reading yeah?" I turned a few pages to get to the stories in the book. Penelope was rather smart for her age, although she couldn't read words well, she was very good at sounding out the letters and sounds.

"Th- The b.. b.. i.. rd?" She spoke softly, a lack of confidence in her voice.

"The bird." I helped her, she nodded.

"The bird.. f.. fl..ew." She continued to say. I continued to guide her through the words and sentences on the page. With a bit of guidance, she was able to repeat the words after me.

"Hello, my loves." A loud voice echoed threw the house, the kids instantly yelped with excitement, my heart skipped a beat. Harry walked into the kitchen, the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and his hair messily thrown around.

Damn.

I shook my head, trying to rid the perverted thoughts that wanted to creep into my mind. Penelope was out of her seat in no time, running to give Harry a hug. Harry was ecstatic, peppering her face with kisses, then doing the same to Danny who was finishing his snack.

"How was your day?" I asked Harry as he sat down in the seat in front of me. He let out a huff and let his head fall to the back of the chair.

"Exhausting and boring, thank God it's Friday. All I could think about was coming home to you." He said, his eyes widened when he realized what he said, I too was frozen in my seat. "To all of you, everyone. I meant." He stuttered awkwardly. I laughed at his awkwardness and stood from my seat, deciding it would be good if we had a cup of tea.

I placed the mug in front of Harry, feeling a little bold, I leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Mr.Styles." I let fingers run lightly over his arm as I made me way back to my chair in front of him, I could feel his eyes burning the back of my head. I sat down and smiled at him innocently.

His eyes stared down at me, he was tense. Just how I wanted him.

"Daddyyyy." Penelope whines from beside me. "Anastasia's helping me learn how to read." She smiled widely, showing Harry the letters she traced over. Harry's gaze finally tore away from me and looked at his daughter's work.

"That's very good Penelope." He smiled. "You have better writing than me!" He gasped, a wide grin on his face. Pen giggled beside me and nodded her head in agreement.

"What shall we do tonight?" I raised an eyebrow at Penelope.

"We?" Harry's eyes brightened. "You're not going home today?" He grinned.

"Daddy, this is home silly." Pen scolded him from beside me.

"Yeah, daddy. This is home." I stuck my tongue out at him, childishly.

"Watch it." He pointed his finger at me.

"Anyways, no. I'll be staying here this weekend if that's alright with you?" I tilted my head at him.

"Of course. So then, what shall we do?" He sipped his tea.

"Movie night!!" Pen yelled, causing my to flinch from the volume.

"Another movie night Pen?" I was shocked she wanted another, considering we just had one last week, she just nodded her head next to me.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's make it a weekly thing! Every Friday we will have a movie night together, as a family." Harry stated with a smile. A family. That statement alone was enough to melt my heart. I felt guilty though. Truth is, I'm not a part of this family, not really. Even if I live here.. take care of the kids.. even if Danny calls me mama. I'm not part of this family. I'm just a nanny.

"Sounds good." I nodded. "Do you.. want to change into something more comfortable?" I suggested, gesturing to his work clothes. He nodded, and stood from his seat drinking the last of his tea. I got up as well, unbuckling Danny from his high chair.

"Thank you for the tea, Anastasia." Harry gripped my arm and spoke into my ear lowly. My breathe wavered but I just nodded my head. Harry went away into his bedroom and I let Pen and Danny play in the living room.

"What should we eat tonight?" I asked Pen, already knowing her answer was probably going to be something like the frozen nuggets and pizza rolls in the oven. Just as I thought, she shouted "Dino nuggets!"

"I think we should save that for you snack tomorrow..." I thought. "What about pasta? Spaghetti?" I asked.

"Oooo Spaghetti and meatballs!!" She cheered. I nodded, giving her a kiss on her head before heading to the kitchen to start working on dinner. Luckily, we had frozen meatballs in the freezer so all I had to worry about was the sauce. I liked to make it homemade.

I hummed to myself as I stirred the pasta sauce over the oven, I enjoyed cooking a lot. I hated it at first, solely because I was forced to cook. But eventually it became my escape, it was the only time I was able to be left alone, where I was in control of what I was doing.

"Smells absolutely delicious." Harry spoke, right next to my ear. I jumped slightly at his presence. He was directly behind me, I could feel his stomach press lightly against my back. "You sure do know how to cook, Ana." He leaned against the counter beside me, watching me stir. "Anything I can do to help?" He questioned.

"Hmmm.. Well, Mr.Styles. You could tell me how it tastes." I raised an eyebrow, lifting the wooden spoon up to his head. He grinned at me, slowly opening his mouth and wrapping it around the tip of the spoon. I watched him carefully, studying the way his mouth opened and his tongue poked out a little as he slurped a bit of the sauce. I pulled the spoon away from his mouth before putting it into my own, his eyes never left mine. His tongue poked out of his mouth and slid across his bottom lip.

"Thoughts?" I said, barely above a whisper. His head was close to mine, I could feel his breathe on my lips.

"It's amazing." He said softly. "You're amazing." I blushed at his words, frozen in my spot.

"Daddy! Ana! Hurry!" We were both pulled out of our thoughts, my head fell down to stare at the pot in front of me. Harry scurried off to get the kids ready for dinner while I finished up preparing and setting the table for dinner.

My body was moving but my mind was elsewhere. Was he going to kiss me? We've never been that close before, and yet here I am craving it. Craving him.

We ate dinner rather quickly, Penelope insisted that we hurried so we could watch as many movies as possible. Knowing her, we'd only get into one and a half movies before she gets bored or starts dozing off.

Once dinner was finished, we threw the blankets and pillows onto the floor once again, making the carpet as comfy as possible. This time we put brought out a small bed cushion for Danny to sleep in once he fell asleep. Harry decided that we would start with Disney movies and once the kids fell asleep, we could change it to something for adults.

Just like last time Harry and I sat in the middle, but Danny insisted on being at my side, playing with a few blocks next to me, so Pen cuddled up to Harry. Aladdin played on the screen, but my mind couldn't stay focused on the movie.

Harry's leg was pressed against mine and that alone was enough to make my mind race. I tried to focus on Danny playing with his toys, trying to distract my mind from lingering on the thought of Harry for too long.

"Anastasia?" I turned my head to look at Harry, his eyes panned over my face a few times. "Are you alright? You seem... distant." He said softly. I nodded my head, avoiding eye contact. "Hey, come here." He whispered, pulling me into his arms. I was uncomfortable, but so comfortable at the same time. It felt amazing to be held in his arms. I felt alive. We laid there, he held me in his arms, my head rested on his chest, I tried my best to calm my breathing, to calm my heart rate.

"I'm scared." I spoke truthfully, I was scared that I was falling for Harry. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Why? What are you scared of, love?" His voice was filled with concern.

"I-" Words didn't form at my mouth. "To be honest.." I started. "I haven't felt like this in a long time." I sighed. I was being vague, I knew he was confused but he respected me enough not to pry. He was listening, that's all that mattered. "You guys.. You make me feel like I'm home." I laughed, tears starting to form at my eyes. It was weird, I've never felt the need to cry over something so silly. But it was all true, my whole life I have never felt at home. I've never felt wanted.

"I'm.. not as perfect and put together as you think Harry." I said sadly. "I'm a mess, my life is a mess. A complete and utter mess. For the first time in my life, I don't feel like I'm completely falling apart." I sighed happily. "You... You did that for me. You make me feel.. good." I stated, as simple as I could.

Harry was quiet for a moment. I lifted my head, scooting away a little so I could prop myself on my elbow and look at his face. He stared at me intensely.

"Can I tell you something?" He whispered back. I nodded my head at him.

"Anything."

"For the first time since Danielle, I feel comfortable." He smiled. "Comfortable in my life, comfortable with my kids. Comfortable knowing that I have someone to figure out this life with. You are such a blessing to me and the kids." I lifted my hand up, placing it on his cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. He placed his hand over mine softly. "You put me at ease. I.." He trailed off. He pressed his lips softly to my hand and sighed. "I don't know exactly what I feel to be honest, Anastasia. But I want to figure it out.. with you." He kissed my hand once again before turning his eyes to me.

That's all it took. Those few words, that's all I needed to know that I was absolutely and utterly in love with Harry Styles.

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Help Wanted - Chapter 9

Masterlist

Anastasia's POV

"This weekend went by way too fast." Tina pouted at me as I finished packing up my stuff. I sighed but nodded in agreement to her.

"I know.. I really miss being here with you. Hopefully I'll be able to come more often on the weekends." I forced a smile to her. To be honest, I missed being here at the apartment with Tina. As much as I love living with the Styles there's no denying the transition wasn't all too easy.

"You better. You want me to drop you off at the house?" She offered, I shook my head no to her. It was quite a drive and I didn't want her to waste her time or gas.

"No, no. No worries, I'll catch the bus back." I slung my backpack over my shoulders and reached out my arms for her to hug. She wrapped her arms around me tightly.

"I'll see you soon, Mrs.Styles." She teased, after telling her the events that took place at the ER she wouldn't stop calling me that. I rolled my eyes at her and nudged her away from me.

"That's my cue to leave." I laughed. "I love you, bye!" I called as I walked out the door of the apartment.

It was a beautiful day outside, the weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold, a slight breeze. I smiled happily as I made my way to the bus stop. My phone buzzed in my pocket, it was Harry.

"Good morning, Mr.Styles." I smiled through the phone. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I continued my walk to the bus stop.

"Mrs.Styles." He replied curtly I scoffed through the phone which made him chuckle. "What time will you be coming home, Anastasia? Penelope is losing her marbles waiting for you." He laughed.

"I'm walking to the bus stop right now."

"Oh perfect! No need to get on the bus, I'm 10 minutes away from your old apartment. Can you wait for me at a Starbucks or something?" He spoke cooly through the phone, his voice sounded tired.

"I'm actually quite hungry.. Wanna go to the diner?" I kind of missed the food there, it would be nice to see Charlotte too.

"Oooo sounds yummy! See you then!" With that he ended the call and I changed directions towards the diner. It was about a 10 minute walk so I would meet Harry there just on time. As I walked I could still feel slight pain from my finger. The stitches were more annoying than I anticipated and it was such a hassle trying to avoid touching it or messing with it in general.

Even with it bandaged up, there was a constant throbbing in the finger and any slight movement could trigger pain. I sighed and shrugged it off, approaching the diner. Just as I thought, I saw Harry's mercedez pull into a parking lot. I made my way over to them, excited to see the kids after just two days.

"Hey, you." He smiled and pulled me into a hug. My body stiffened slightly, Harry has never gave me a full on hug before. But I relaxed into his arms and returned the hug. He pulled the backpack off my shoulders and placed them into the car before opening the back door.

"Hello my babies!" I greeted happily as I poked my head into the car, unbuckling Danny as Harry unbuckled Pen.

"Anastasia!!" Penelope cheered happily. As soon as Harry unbuckled her she was trying to crawl out of her seat to me. I laughed at her actions, Harry pulled her back and out of the car, placing her on her two feet. I grabbed Danny and the diaper bag and made my way around the car to properly greet Pen.

She wrapped her arms tightly around my legs.

"Can we build the fort tonight?!" She asked excitedly. I nodded my head with an eager smile.

"Duh!! I've been thinking about it all weekend." I pinched her cheek.

"Mama." Danny spoke in my arms, once again I froze. There's no way he just called me that right now in front of Harry.

"N- No. Danny... It's Ana, we've talked about this." I sighed and booped his nose, not daring to even glance at Harry.

"He's called you that before?" My eyes finally forced their way to look into Harry's. His eyebrows were furrowed and I couldn't quite read the expression in his eyes or face. I felt utterly screwed.

"Uhh.. Yeah.. like.." I stuttered, having a hard time to form words. There's no way that Harry would be pleased by the news, it was completely inappropriate and I felt like I just crossed a line that was completely off boundaries. Even if it wasn't my fault.

"Maybe 3 times now..." I sighed, running a hand in my hair. "I keep trying to correct him, hoping he wouldn't do it in front of you. I'm sorry. I have no idea why he even started." My cheeks were red. Harry's face was the same, hard.

"That was his first word..." He started. "He was only 6 months when he said it the first time. A few weeks before Danielle's accident." My heart tightened at his words, understanding why his face was so stoic. "He probably feels the same nurturing you give him."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'll keep working on it so he won't say it anymore." I was embarrassed, I never thought I'd be having this conversation right now. "Here can you grab him for a sec, I left my phone in my backpack." I needed to step away for a second to collect myself. I held Danny out to Harry but was instantly met by cries.

"Mama! Mama!" He repeatedly said over and over again. I cringed, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it is. Harry took him from me as he continued to cry and thrash in Harry's arms. I grabbed my backpack, looking a little extra hard, I just needed a breather. I have no idea what Harry is thinking at the moment and it absolutely terrified me.

"Okay, let's go." I forced a smile to Harry who was trying to calm down Danny.

"He really wants you, Anastasia." Harry said. I looked at the crying baby who still had his arms reached out towards me. I sighed and took him from Harry. I shushed him and he instantly stopped crying, laying his head onto my shoulder.

"I'm not mad at you Anastasia." Harry spoke, reading my thoughts exactly. "It's not your fault. And if Danny insists on calling you Mama, there's not much we can do about it." He gave me a small smile, trying to comfort me. "We'll keep trying to correct him, but if he still keeps going, then it's his choice. We'll just have to explain when he's a little older." Harry shrugged. I nodded my head, feeling better.

"Thank you, Harry." I said simply. He nodded and held the door to the Diner open for me and Pen.

"Hello, welcome in!" We were instantly greeted when we walked in, by a voice I knew too well. Kyle.

"Oh, Anastasia! Fancy seeing you here again." He gave me a smug look as he spoke.

"Hi Kyle.." I greeted back. "Is Charlotte here?" I asked, hopeful.

"She is, I'll call her out for you." He said. I thanked him and we placed our order and headed to the same booth we sat at the first time we met. Once settled in Harry let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and let his head fall back on the booth.

"You alright?" Even though he keeps his energy up for the kids I could tell he was exhausted, like I suspected earlier on the phone. Harry simply nodded his head, opening his tired eyes and looking at me.

"Actually no." He let out a chuckle. "I don't know why this weekend was as hard as it was for me. I think I've grown used to you being around to help me, Penelope was not having a good time without you." He poked Pen's cheek, which she laughed at.

"I missed you, Ana!" She squealed.

"I missed you too, bug. All of you." I said truthfully.

"Anastasia!!!" I heard an all too familiar voice sing behind me.

"Charlotte! Hi!" I stood from my seat and instantly embraced her. "This is Harry, he's the father of these two. Penelope and Daniel, I'm their nanny."

"Well I'm glad you found a job that you enjoy, you seem like a lovely family." Charlotte smiled at them. I nodded my head agreeing with her.

"Come come, I wanna show you what we've done to the office!" She smiled, I knew she actually wanted to gossip about my new life with the Styles. I rolled my eyes teasingly but took her hand regardless.

"I'll be right back." I smiled to Harry who nodded his head, shooing me away.

"You didn't mention that he was so handsome!" Charlotte said into my ear as we walked away.

"I know." I laughed back.

"Heard that." Harry spoke behind us. I turned my head with wide eyes and saw him smirking at me. We hurried to the back giggling to ourselves.

"Soooo... What's really going on there?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow at me. I shook my head at her.

"Absolutely nothing." I scolded, knowing she wouldn't believe me regardless of what I said. "You're just like Tina." I laughed. "She insists that I make a move on him, but it's completely inappropriate. He's my boss! Besides, he would never go for a girl like me. I mean look at me, I'm so bleh and he's so handsome and put together and he's also sooo much older than me." I continued to ramble on. Charlotte looked at me, amused. "What?" I laughed.

"Sounds like someone has a crush." She shrugged, taking a seat in her office chair. "All I asked was what's going on, I wasn't insinuating anything my dear." She chuckled. "I don't blame you though, he's quite attractive." She shrugged again.

"Yeah.. I guess he is. But there's no crush. Especially knowing what I know, that family has a special place in my heart for sure. But Even if I were to form a crush on Harry, it wouldn't lead to anything at all." I had to admit that there was a fuzzy feeling that I got when Harry smiled at me or even touched me in general. It also didn't help that Harry and I have somehow formed this weird flirty relationship, but I've convinced myself that that was all it was, a flirty friendship.

"Alright well, I don't want to hold you up. Your food should be ready any moment now, go scurry along." She hugged me and I left the office, exiting through the kitchen and greeting my old coworkers. I bumped into someone as I was entering the dining room.

"Kyle." I nodded curtly, trying to swerve around him but was instantly stopped when his hand wrapped around my arm.

"You look well." He spoke, his head too close for my liking. "You living a happy life with your new job and new family?" He whispered into my ear.

"Let go of me, Kyle. Stop messing around." I struggled to get out of his grip, not wanting to make a scene. His hold on me only tightened, causing me to whimper under his touch. I could feel my breathe hitch in my throat, it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. I closed my eyes shut tightly and tried to calm myself down. I was suffocating. I was having a panic attack.

"Kyle." I gasped out. "Please, just leave me alone." I grunted, still at a loss of breathe. I darted my eyes around the diner, we were just out of eyesight from our table and I let out a small cry.

"I always thought you were fit, but being your manager and all, I could never make a move. Now I can." He chuckled into my ear, his other hand stroking my other arm. I shut my eyes tightly, tears starting to form. He's not him. He's not him. I kept repeating in my head. "How about we get out of here, huh?" He pulled my arm towards the door and I fought him.

"Is there a problem here?" My chest felt a small release as I heard the voice boom through the dining room. I opened my watery eyes and was met with Harry's green eyes, a slightly darker color, his eyebrows furrowed together angrily.

"Help." I could barely get the word out, my throat felt like I was being choked. Harry instantly walked up to Kyle who released my from his grip. I wanted to collapse, my legs gave out underneath me and Harry's arms instantly caught me, preventing me from hitting the ground.

"If I were you, I'd scram." Harry's voice was deep and stern. He was angry.

"I work here, I'm not going anywhere." Kyle laughed.

"Not anymore you don't. You're fired." We all darted our heads to Charlotte who stood behind the counter. "Nobody touches a woman like that and gets away with it. Get out." Charlotte pointed at the door and Kyle scoffed and flicked everyone off, leaving the building.

"Are you alright?" Harry helped my up on my feet, keeping me still in his arms. I could only nod my head, my breathing was starting to become normal once again.

"I'm fine.." I said softly. "Thank you Harry." I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist and he held me against him tightly.

"You're alright, Ana." He whispered into my ear, trying his best to calm me down. "I've got you.. Let's go back to the table, the foods there already, maybe it'll help you feel better." Harry guided us back to the table, Penelope was drawing on her kids menu, with Danny next to her in the highchair. Harry let me sit in the booth first and he sat next to me, keeping his hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly. There goes that fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

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Once we were back at the house Penelope continued to insist that we build a fort.

"Come on Daddy! Anastasia!!" She screamed as she pulled out all the blankets and pillows she could find. We chuckled at her actions, I sat on the couch watching Danny squirm around on the carpet, Harry sat next to me. Ever since the incident at the diner, he refuses to leave my side, to make sure I was okay. He was overreacting but I appreciated his actions. Danny pulled himself up, gripping the other couch to stand on his feet.

"Good job Danny!" I cheered him on. He giggled and stepped closed to Harry and I. "Very good, baby. Can you come walk to Dada?" I scooted to the edge of the couch, Harry following my actions. Danny held onto the couch tightly, taking another step closer to us.

"Come on, bud." Harry encouraged him beside me. Danny giggled and let go of the couch, swaying on his feet, but still taking a step forward.

"Oh my god." I said under my breathe, knowing what was about to happen.

"That's it, nice and steady." Harry said, his voice shaky, he was trying to keep his cool. He held out his hands encouraging Danny to come to him. Danny's arms were up, he tried his best to keep his balance as he continued to take steps to us. Harry and I both held our breathe, Danny walked into Harry's arms and we let ourselves celebrate. We were instantly on our feet, Harry held Danny in his arms and we cheered.

"Oh my gosh he just walked!" I laughed, pinching Danny's cheek in my fingers.

"You did so good, baby." Harry smiled. We both smothered Danny in kisses and he giggled.

"Heyyyyy, where's my kisses?" Penelope spoke from the corner of the room, holding more blankets.

"Your little brother just took his first steps!" I laughed, Penelope walked over to us and dropped the blankets on the floor.

"I walk everyday." She spoke sassily. We chuckled at her sass but knelt down and gave her hugs and kisses as well.

"Okay okay, let's go build your fort, then we can have a Disney marathon??" I raised an eyebrow at her and she nodded with excitement. Harry put Danny back on the floor and we picked up the blanket throwing it over the couch, we grabbed some chairs from the kitchen and did our best to make a makeshift fort for Penelope, laying down a bunch of blankets and pillows onto the carpet, once we were all settled we turned on the TV.

Harry sat beside me, I had Penelope snuggled to my side and Danny snuggled to Harry's. Tangled began to play on the screen and we'd sing along to the songs and laugh at the silly jokes. Every now and then I'd glance at Harry, and sometimes, he'd already be looking at me.

We spent the rest of the day in the fort, eating pizza that was delivered because we didn't want to leave the safety and comfort our little fort provided us. It was late at night now, Danny was already asleep in Harry's arms and I could tell Penelope's eyes were getting tired. We were 3 movies in, but we enjoyed every minute of it.

"It's getting late, should we put them in their beds?" I looked at Harry, his eyes were also tired and droopy but he shook his head. We were laid down on our backs, a transition we made after the first movie, our butts getting numb from sitting up for a while.

"No... I want to stay right here." He smiled, he put his arm under me and brought Pen and I closer to him. I smiled to myself at his actions, but tried not to overthink it. I was confused to say the least. "Your hair smells good." Harry whispered, barely above a whisper. I giggled at his words and tilted my head to look at him, I raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

"Thank you?" I laughed a little, he returned a smile back at me.

"You have a beautiful smile." He said, complimenting once again.

"Alright. What is it that you want hmmm? Why are you complimenting me?" I laughed, he shook his head and just closed his eyes.

"Is it a crime to compliment a beautiful lady?" He smiled, his eyes still closed.

"I guess not." I shrugged.

"And you called me handsome earlier, so I thought I'd return the favor." He opened one of his eyes to peek at me, a smirk on his lips.

"I did no such thing. That was Charlotte." I said sternly, fully aware that he heard our conversation earlier where I unashamedly admitted that I thought he was attractive.

"Whatever you say, Anastasia." He said lowly. My heart fluttered as he said my name, the things that this man does to me. I looked at Penelope and saw that she was now asleep, her mouth slightly open as she snored softly.

"I can't believe Danny walked." Harry said softly, trying not to wake the kids.

"I'm glad you were here to see it." I smiled at him, he nodded. He knows that it's easy to miss the small moments when you work so often. But Harry's a good man, and I know he'd move mountains if he could stay with his kids all day.

"Anastasia?" Harry spoke softly, I turned my head once more to look at him, his face was a lot closer than I anticipated. I held my breathe, kind of shocked. "I'm really glad you're part of this family." He said softly. His words warmed my heart and if he kept talking my cheeks would start hurting from smiling so much.

I don't know what it is that I feel for Harry. Maybe it is just a little crush, or maybe it's something more. But it's evident that he makes me feel things, things I haven't felt in a long time. Things that I've never felt at all. But one thing is for sure, Harry makes me feel safe.

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Help Wanted - Chapter 2

Masterlist

Anastasia's POV

It's been 6 days since I've applied to a few of the nanny gigs that Tina helped me find. So far I've gotten 2 responses but I decided they wouldn't be a good fit for my lifestyle.

I had another shift at the diner today, but I don't think Kyle's working so it should be an easy day for me.

I made my way to the diner a few blocks from my flat, my car was absolute shit so I decided to walk, the exercise would be good for me anyways. The wind blew around me and through my hair, I wrapped my jacket around me a little more snug and quickened my pace towards the diner, not wanting to be late.

My earphones were snug in my ears, some pop songs played through my head, hopefully it'll give me enough motivation and a will to get through the day. The streets were busy this morning but I guess it's normal with this type of weather. My thoughts were interrupted as I bumped into something.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I looked down to see a little girl staring right back up at me. She had tears in her eyes.

"I'm lost." She said quietly. My heart melted and I leaned down in front of her.

"Okay, what's your name sweetheart?" I smiled at her.

"Penelope." Her eyes wandered, landing on the ground. The poor girl was probably scared shitless.

"Where's the last place you saw your mommy?" I tried my best to get any sort of information out of the toddler.

"No mommy. Just daddy." She mumbled. "He was over there." She raised her small arm up and pointed at a nearby book store.

"Okay, lets see if he's still there.. What's your daddy's name?" I smiled at her, I didn't want to frighten her anymore than she already was.

"Penelope!! Penelope where are you?!" My head whipped up to see a man running around frantically, a baby in his arms and a book bag on his shoulder.

"Daddy!!" Penelope squealed, she bolted to her father and wrapped her arms around his legs.

"Oh my, I was so worried darling. Don't wander away from me like that ever again." He sighed, his stressed eyes gave hints of relief in them. I made my way over to them. The first thing I noticed was his voice, a deep British accent evident. Then I noticed his eyes, a bright green pair of eyes filled with concern as he scooped up the little girl in his arms.

"I was just about to bring her to the bookstore, she said that's where she last saw you." I smiled at him, giving him a small awkward wave.

"Thanks for keeping her safe in my absence." He gave me a small but thankful smile. I gave him a small nod and then leaned back down.

"Stay with your daddy." I pointed a finger at her playfully and she nodded her head with a huge grin.

"Have a good day!" I checked my watch and realized I had to be at work in 5 minutes. "Crap." I booked it to the diner, even though Kyle wasn't here I didn't need any reason for anyone to nag on me.

With a minute to spare, I clocked in just in time, out of breathe and a mess.. but on time.

"Ana!! You're here!" Charlotte, my favorite manager, cheered as she saw me tying my apron around me waist. "It's quite busy at the moment and the new girl is not doing so hot.. mind giving her a hand?" She laughed. I sighed and prepared myself for a busy day ahead.

I walked to the front of house and saw that it was in fact very busy. I sighed, the new girl, Sara looked across the register screen frantically, trying to figure the machine out.

"Hi, you must be Sara.. I'm Anastasia." I smiled at her. "I can take over the register, how about you just bring out the food to the tables? There will be a receipt on the plate, there will be a number on the receipt. Just find the number in the restaurant." She looked at me with relief.

"Thank you so much." She sighed and hurried to the expo area.

"Hi! Welcome to Homestyle Diner, what can I get started for you today?" I smiled at the customer in front of me, the first of many many customers to follow.

The rush lasted a little over half an hour, luckily I was able to clear the line rather quickly. I started to help Sara bring out the food to the respected tables while i didn't have any customers at the register. It started to slow down, thankfully.

We finally had a chance to sit a little and catch a breathe.

"Good first day, huh?" I teased Sara, she looked so stressed.

"I'm not used to the food industry at all, I forget that it can get that busy sometimes." She chuckled to herself. "I'll get used to it.. you seem to know what you're doing, you've been here long?" She raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink.

"A little over 2 years." I shrugged. The bell chimed, signaling that the front door opened. I heard Sara groan and I laughed. "No worries, I've got it. Drink up." I teased.

"Hello! Welcome to Homestyle Kitchen, what can I get started for you today?" I greeted as I walked up to the registering, adjusting my apron as I walked. I finally looked up and my eyes met some familiar ones.

"Oh. Hi." I smiled awkwardly. It was the father and two kids from earlier.

"Fancy seeing you here.. Anastasia." He squinted to read my name tag.

"Hi!" Penelope shouted from behind the counter, her tiny head not even reaching the top of the counter.

"Hi, honey. So.. What will you be having today?" I raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"Right, uhh, I'll have a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake. And then.. a kids meal chicken tender, with fries and an orange juice please." He grinned, his green eyes darted from the menu to my face. I quickly diverted my eyes away from him and to the register. This man was gorgeous.

"Got it! And your name..?"

"Harry. Harry Styles." My eyes widened. Harry Styles? Single dad of two?

My mouth fell open a bit and I zoned out for a bit.

"Anastasia?" Harry waved a hand in front of my face. "Are you alright?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh! Sorry.. Yeah. I'm alright. I just.. I'm Anastasia." I stuttered.

"Yes, I know." He laughed at me slightly. I facepalmed at my stupidity.

"No, I meant, I'm Anastasia Walker. I applied to your posting about needing a nanny." I said timidly, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Oh really! I was reviewing the applications last night, I've been so busy I just found the time to do it last night. I do recall your name and application.." His voice trailed off. "If you could sneak away from work for a bit I'd love to talk with you a little more, come join us for a bite if you could." He smiled. He paid the bill and took his order number to a table in the back corner.

My heart was racing, I can't believe that just happened.

"Charlotte, I need a huge favor!" I rushed to the back office where she sat. "I've been trying to land a nanny gig and there's a dad here that could potentially hire me, do you think that i could chat with him for like 30 minutes? I know I've only been here 2 hours but-" Before I could ramble on more she cut me off.

"Honey, just go. Honestly, you can have the rest of the day off. I know you pulled overtime this week so you're all good, I can manage. We've got plenty of people coming to work, go get that job." She squeezed my hand and pushed me out the door.

I took a deep breathe, I really needed this job, do not screw it up. I made my way over to their table, seeing that they already had their food.

"Hey, my manager let me leave early." I shrugged, Harry smiled and told Penelope to move to his side of the booth so I could sit across from him.

"Soo.. I just wanted to talk a little, and get to know you some. Think of this as your formal interview." Harry chuckled. "As you already know, this is Penelope, she's my eldest and this is Daniel, he's 1." He pointed at the baby in the highchair at the end of the table.

"Tell me, Ms. Walker, do you have much experience with kids?" Harry stared into my eyes. His green eyes were intimidating yet so kind.

"Well, I babysat here and there throughout high school, I'm also heavily involved with the children's ministry at my church and I'm also majoring in education for newborns to 6th grade.." I tried to sound confident but I knew that my shaky voice was betraying me. "I'm CPR certified, I had a job as a life guard a few summers ago." I also added in.

"That's good to hear.." Harry started talking more and asking more in depth questions. I tried my best to stay focused on what he was saying but my eyes were drawn to his features, he seemed almost too perfect.

"I'm new to this whole single dad thing and it's been quite a hard adjustment. I need all the help I can get and as soon as I can get it really.." He sighed, running a hand through his brown hair. "Do you think we could start you on a trial run on Monday?" He questioned, my eyes widened, I was hoping for an offer but I didn't really expect one.

"Oh, uh.. yeah! Of course." I nodded eagerly.

"Great, we'll do a trial week, just so you can see how the kids are at home, and also so I can observe as well. Next week is the last week I have to work from home, so It'll be good for the both of us. You don't have to stay at the house just yet but you're more than welcome to if it would save you any trouble." Harry explained. "We'll talk more when you get there. Here, give me your phone, I'll add my number to it."

I handed Harry my phone and he quickly tapped his number to it, calling himself so that he too would have my number. He handed it back with a smile.

"I'm glad we ran into each other today, twice." He nodded, "We better get going. I'll see you Monday." He said to me curtly. Without another minute, he packed all his stuff and got his kids up and out of the restaurant.

I think I just got myself a new job?

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Marigold and Daises - Prologue

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Marigold's POV

2006 - 6th Grade

"Come on, Harry! You're going too slow!"

"Mari, the flowers aren't going anywhere." Harry rolled his eyes, continuing to pedal his bike as slow as possible.

"Maybe, but the sun's setting. Let's go!!" I shouted, racing towards the field of flowers by the pond. It was springtime, and the flowers finally started to bloom. As soon as my bike touched the grass, I jumped off, throwing it into the tall weeds and ran straight towards the field. Throwing my hands in the air, I sighed blissfully.

The flowers reached my knees, the air smelt like a mix of freshly cut grass, lilacs, and pond water. My knees hit the ground as I settled down in the bed of flowers surrounding me. I loved it.

I could hear Harry's heavy footsteps as he stomped towards where I laid down, he plopped next to me with a huff.

"Quit your huffing, you'll upset the flowers." I giggled, Harry rolled his eyes.

"You're telling me the flowers care if I complain?" He mumbled.

"You have to be nice to the flowers. Mom sings to her flowers to make them happier." I smiled, mom loves flowers. She's always talked about how she's going to open up her own flower shop, and I can pick all the flowers I could ever want.

"Well that sounds stupid." Harry said. I turned my head to look at him with a glare.

"You're stupid."

Harry laughed at my words and shook his head.

"We have to get back home or your mom's going to kill me." He sat up from his spot and held his hand out for me to grab onto.

"I don't want to go." I pouted, today was the last day of summer. That means school starts again tomorrow, 6th grade to be exact. I was dreading it, new school, new classes, new people. Harry was so excited to make new friends, but I hated the thought of losing him to other friends.

2008 - 9th Grade

"Come on, Petal. Put some pep into your step!" Harry chuckled beside me as I grudgingly walked with him to our bus stop. "First day of high school!" He grinned. I rolled my eyes at how happy he was for the first day of school. While he was excited I was filled with anxiety. I hated change.

"Yeah, yeah. You think we'll have some classes together?" I mumbled, we were lucky enough to have some classes together through middle school but I have a feeling that the chances of that would be slimmer now that we're in high school.

"Maybe." Harry shrugged, "But if not, I'm sure we'll find a way to see each other. Hopefully we'll have lunch together at least. It'll be fine." Harry bumped my shoulder with his, offering me a reassuring smile. I returned a small one before we got on the bus.

"I hear they have a really good art program, that's exciting." I hummed. Harry scoffed next to me.

"That's what you're excited about??" He chuckled. "I'm excited for all the girls." He smirked, this time it was my turn to scoff. I pushed his body away from me with a scowl.

"You're disgusting." I muttered, turning to face the window.

"I'm just kidding, petal!!" Harry laughed. "Besides, you're my best girl. Nobody else can compare to you." He bumped me with his shoulder once again. "Almost forgot! Guess what just bloomed in the garden today?" He grinned at me, bringing a fresh daisy up to my face.

A wide smile broke out on my face as I grabbed the stem, twirling it in my fingers.

"To calm your anxiety for the day. Even if I'm not with you, I'm right there." He smiled pointing at the flower.

No matter how much I tried to hide it, I knew my cheeks were now a crimson red.

2010 - 11th Grade

I honked the horn several times in a row before Harry's head popped out from his front door. I waved my hand quickly, trying to get him to hurry into the car. He placed the picnic basket in the backseat of the car before he slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him.

"I passed!" I screamed out before he pulled my face into his, slamming his lips into mine.

"I knew you would, petal." Harry mumbled against my lips. "Now I don't have to drive you around all the time anymore." He smiled, settling in his seat and buckling his seatbelt. I stared at him with a pout on my face.

"I'm just kidding, I love driving you around." He chuckled, planting yet another kiss to the side of my cheek. "Where to?" He smiled at me.

"You know where." I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to the flower field. Our flower field. We came here often, whenever there were flowers, or if it just dried up grass. It was our little spot.

Once we settled in our usual spot by the pond, Harry pulled out all the food and drinks from the basket.

"For you, m'lady." He smiled, pulling out the last item from the basket. A single daisy. I smiled as Harry placed the small flower behind my ear. "Beautiful." He whispered, kissing my lips softly. A blush formed at my cheeks and I pushed his shoulder away playfully. Hiding my face in my hands in the process.

"Marigold." Harry said suddenly. I slowly lifted my face from my hands, a little stunned that he called me by my full name. He only did that when he was being serious. I stared at him with slightly wide eyes, lips parted.

"I love you, Marigold." His eyes never left mine as he spoke. "Not the 'we've been best friends forever' kind of love you." He continued. "I'm in love with you."

My breath got caught in my throat at his words. This was the first time he's said he's loved me in this type of way. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed his face and pulled his lips on mine, kissing him till we were out of air and breathing out an "I love you too."

2012- Summer after graduation

"Don't worry, petal. We're going to be just fine. A little bit of distance isn't going to ruin us. You're my best girl, remember? Nothing will ever change that." Harry whispered into my ear as I cried into his shoulder.

Today was our last day together before he moved away for college. After graduation we both mutually agreed that it would be best to end our relationship. We are both starting university, several states apart. Neither one of us thought a long distance relationship would be good for us.

Which brings us to where we are now. Saying our final goodbyes. Even if we broke up, Harry and I are best friends. The love we had for each other runs deep, which makes this goodbye brutally painful.

"Hey.. Hey- hey." Harry pulled my body away from his so he could look me in the eyes. My breathing became heavy as I heaved repeatedly, losing control of my breath. "Baby, please.. Calm down. I hate seeing you like this. Marigold." Harry's watery eyes scanned over my face repeatedly. His hands ran up and down my arms, doing whatever he could to soothe me.

"I- I'm sorry." I managed to say between sobs. Harry sighed deeply, bringing my body close to his once again, before placing a small kiss to my forehead.

"It's okay, petal.. I know." He continued to lull me as we laid in his bed. Seconds later my ear was filled with his sweet voice as he started to sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow softly.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled, lifting my eyes to meet his. I could barely see his face, the crack of light between his curtains being the only source of light in the room.

"A very beautiful girl once told me if I sing to my flowers, it'll make them happier."

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