Back when Harry was in the beginning of his boy-band he had a girlfriend. He was 17 and he thought he had his life all figured it out so he was kind of the reckless type when it came to girls and hookups.

Long story short, he knocked up his girlfriend at the time and they had a daughter named Arlo. They tried their best to make it work but for his girlfriend at the time it wasn’t working so she decided to run away and leave Harry with a baby.

Despite all of the stress and anxiety he had, he managed to figure it out like a champ and now, at his 30’st, he was the best dad in the world just like the best music artists of all times. He has a successful career in music and have won multiple awards (like Grammy’s) thanks to his talent during the band and after starting his solo career.

It has always been him and his princess Arlo against everything, she was now 14 and he couldn’t be more proud of his intelligent, sweet and caring daughter.

Although they were a happy family of two, Harry have tried to date a lot of women trying to find maybe love or romance or something that could help him feel like he also deserved another type of love.

“Princess?” Harry called his daughter entering the big house and closing the door behind as he took off his sunglasses, the echo of his voice clear around the house. “Hey, I brought you the materials you needed for your school project.” He said looking at the bag he had between his hands as he stepped inside the living room. The silence remaining around the big house. “…Baby?”