Daddy (a Harry Styles adoptive story)
"Andrea! Get down here!" She screamed. I scrambled off my bed and down the stairs. 'Who could be here?' I thought as my shoes clicked down the staircase. I heard whispering at the bottom and quickened my pace. Once I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw a tall man with curly hair and green eyes singing papers. From where I was standing, I could just barely make out my name scribbled on a piece of paper. Andrea.. Styles?