Ever Since New York

1.2K 28 1
                                    

Harry's POV

Some shit went down 10 months ago. I was in such a deep rabbit hole that I couldn't get out. I was just so low in my life. I thought things would never work out for me. I just finished touring for now and that really got me thinking. Why the fuck did I donate my sperm? How stupid am I? I could literally have a kid out there who doesn't know me, I don't know them, we may never know each other.

My thoughts were wrapping around my head to the point where I couldn't think anymore. I have to call the sperm bank. I have to know if there is a mini Harry or Harriet out there. 

"Hello and thanks for calling the New York Sperm Bank. How may we help you?"

 "Hi there, it's donor 1659. I was just wondering if you could tell me if someone took my sperm?" 

"Let me check real quick... What's your name?"

"Harry Styles"

"Yes someone did take your sperm about 9 months ago."

I went silent. 9 months ago. There could be a child of mine out there anywhere. I couldn't think words. I didn't know if I should smile or cry or both.

"Hello? Sir, are you still there?"

"Oh, um, yes. Uh, is there any chance you could give me details on this person who took the sperm?"

"I'm sorry we cannot disclose this information. If there was a child born, again keep in mind we are not sure if there was ever a pregnancy, but if there was a child they may contact you once they turn 18. But for now I'm sorry there is no information we can give you."

"Oh... um, uh okay. Uh thank you anyways. Have a um good day."

"You too."

It couldn't be true. I have to find this child, this mother. But I can't post something about it saying "Hey I'm Harry Styles. Did you know anyone who took sperm from donor 1659, if so please contact me!" The media would never let it down. Why the fuck did I do this? If anyone finds out it was me it'll be every where. I have no one to talk to. No one can know about this. My mum. I can talk to my mum. Shit, she's in London. I can't tell her something like this over the phone. I can fly out to her! No I can't. I have dozens of interviews this month. 

It feels like my world is crumbling down right in front of me and I just grabbed a bag of popcorn and watched it fall. I feel so lost and helpless. I need to find this woman. 

Oh Anna (COMPLETE)Where stories live. Discover now