You were five the first time I saw you.
You were wearing a pink church dress and your hair was in pig tails with pink ribbons.
You looked adorable.
After church, you're mother started scolding you for getting ice cream on your dress.
The tears streamed down your pale cheeks; the only thing I wanted to do was wipe them away and hold you until you fell asleep.
But, sadly I couldn't.
Because I don't know you,
You don't know me.
But you will; because I will make you mine.
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Daddy Issues-Harry Styles (complete)
Fanfictiona girl with daddy issues a man who wanted to make them go away *COMPLETED* @-yelllow