When Harry was around 22 and living in Los Angeles trying to chase his dreams, he started dating her: a college art student at UCLA. She was 18 and she was starting her career while he wanted to be a well known musician.

He was deeply in love with her and he wanted to make his dreams come true while having her by his side forever. He just knew she was the one. One day, after getting a record deal by Columbia, he told her excitedly that he was finally making his dreams come true while she decided to suddenly break up with him and break his heart completely.

During his career he started to became an arrogant, selfish and womanizer man. Musically he was a genius, but he didn’t have much friends because of his lack of empathy and respect to people. He even got distant from his family and he only had 2 friends who stayed with him (Niall and Mitch) besides his housekeeper Anna, who was like his mom and his driver Fred, who was like his father. He was convinced he didn’t need nothing else, not after how she broke his heart, something he wanted to think he was over with. (He wasn’t)

He was now on his 30, a successful singer, living a rich, egotistical and famous life with dates galore. But one day, after arriving home to his housekeeper and his driver, an eight-year-old girl knocked on his door wearing a pink tutu with a white sweater and ballerina shoes, her short blond hair on two piggy tails with a Tiara on her head and green eyes looking up at him under her pink sunglasses while holding her pink suitcase by her side claiming to be his daughter.

Harry laughed looking at the other side of his door shaking his head. “I don’t have a daughter, little girl.” Harry said fixing his hair slightly while looking down at her. “I can’t have a daughter.”