Luna Styles

BOOK #1: When Harry Styles is your dad, and the One Direction boys are your uncles, you'd expect drama...but not this much drama. Not the kind that makes you want to sell your life to someone, not the kind that makes you a girl with a blank face all the time, not the kind that makes you cry yourself to sleep every night, or makes you feel alone in the world... deffinetly not this much drama.


24. The Window.

A/N: WARNING DEPRESSING CHAPTER!!!! This is really deep, you might call me crazy (I am though) this was a really good chapter for me to write. I have been feeling pretty.. no REALLY horrible and I could be really deep and descriptive with it. Uhm, I have an announcement for this chapter though...please, to make you feel it better, listen to Please Don't Go by Barcelona. This is a really emotional song that I love and I wrote this chapter to. Ya might wanna put it on replay cause its a long cahpter. I almost started to bawl. Grab tissues, start the song and good luck my lovelies! <3 Reych.

My heart dropped. My head was thinking the worst. I slowly trudged to the window and put my hands on the edge. I leaned over and started to look down.

As my eyes fell from the trees infront of me, they searched the grass below. I scaned it and saw him. Straight under the sill of his bedroom window.

His body lay thrown on the grass like a rag-doll. He was beaten and brusied badly. My unconscious father was tossed out and crashed on to the floor hard. He had probably broken more bones than ever before. His arms and legs appeared to be snapped and he was on his back, looking at me. Though his eyes, were shut. I stared in shock at the scene. The horrific scene laid out in front of my eyes. Water filled them and my vision became clouded. A tear fell from my eye and splatted on his shirt, that was bloody. Everything seemed like a dream. But I know dreams all to well. This was really happening. Right here, right now.

I thought for a second and then ran for my life. I've never run faster. My uncles and my mother looked at me like I had five heads. I didn't care. I bolted down the stairs and swung out the door. I found him and was in more shock. From up above, I thought it was terrible. Up close was worse. "Dad." I breathed, starting to cry. His entire body was still and his chest barely moved at all. I went to his side and took his hand in mine.

"Daddy, wake up." I whispered, my tears falling on his chocolate colored curls.

"Please." I hugged him closer to me.

A small groan escaped his lips.


"DAD! Yes? What is it?" I put my hand on the side of his brusied face.

"I love you. I'm so sorry I keep hurting you baby." he whimpered.

"Dad its fine, I don't care. I just need you to be alright."

"L-Luna. I can't take much more of this." he said softly.

"No dad you're gonna make it just hang on." I was sobbing uncontrollably.

I screamed for the uncles and my mother. They were as heartbroken as me but my mom looked like she was going to die.

"Call the hospital please!" I asked any of them. They all whipped out their phones and whoever was fastest got on the line with them. It was Uncle Zayn.

"..Yes and please hurry. Thanks." he hung up with that.

My father looked at me, then my uncles and then my frantic mom. "Honey.." he wanted her. My mother rushed to his side. "Harry.."

"Listen. I love you so much. More than you know. You and Luna are my entire life. I'm sorry. I can't." he sighed. "I want to hug you as tight as possible you have no idea. I want to do so much but I'm broken."

With that his hand's grip loosened and his eyes shut again.

"Harry!" my mother tried to revive him. The ambulance came and took him. Everyone tried their hardest to revive my father but he was right. He was broken.

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