If you would have told me six years ago that I would have a daughter I would have laughed at you. It would have been bloody preposterous.
I, Harry Styles, at twenty years of age, would never have believed that I would have this beautiful soul at my side. She shares not only my passion, my kindness, and good nature, but my good looks as well.
At twenty my life was a mess. A swirl of depression and bad decisions, only made increasingly worse by the fame I had acquired.
My life, I believed then, was over.
There was no point in trying anymore, the entirety of the world had already decided who I was. And who was I to fight it? I had renounced my right to my own life when I had let her go. I had renounced my right to privacy, to a character, when I let the public decide who I truly was. I renounced everything in the matter of a few years.
I had nothing left.
Until a rainy London day the doorbell to my flat rang, and upon the steps came the woman who held the daughter I never knew had existed.
How such a small woman could carry both the news that would break my heart into two and the biggest joy of my life onto her small frame I could never figure out. But I knew the moment she told me that the love of my life had passed, leaving me my daughter, that life had not ended.
No it had begun.
Leigh had passed, yes. It took me years to come to terms with the passing of the girl whom I had love since the first day we clumsily interlocked chubby paint smeared fingers. But she had left me Emma, she had left entrusted her most protected treasure to me. She had kept her safe all these years, teaching her to love a father she had never met.
You see, that was the beauty of the girl I have the privilege to call my first love. Her claim to glory was not her golden locks that made a perfect halo around her heart shaped face. Nor eyes that I could see clearly through, mirrors that reflected the best version of yourself possible.
No, her crowning achievement was the ability to teach others to love.
Although she tried to teach me in haste, the unwilling student that I was never quite payed attention. It was not until I met my daughter that I opened my heart once more.
And thus here I am, five albums, six world tours, a slew of tattoos, and eight years later.
I, Harry Styles, at twenty eight years of age, have finally begun to live the life I had always thought was out of reach.
Here I am watching my eleven year old daughter tying my tie because even though I'm an international pop star, even though I'm a twenty eight year old man, I can't figure out a bloody knot.
"Dad, are you sure about this tie?"
"What's wrong with my tie?"
"It's a bit stripey..."
"Stripey? Ems, is that even a word?"
She fixes my collar as she smiles up at me, "It is."
"Well, what tie do you suggest then?"
She steps of the stool and walks over to my closet and looks at the rack, picking out a simple black one.
"Simple." I say touching the satin material.
"Simple is better." she says stepping back onto the small wooden stool and untying my tie and putting on the new one.
"Are you happy, Ems?"
She smiles as she looks up at me, "Absolutely."
"You look great." she smiles as she steps off the stool and has me spin around.
I grab her small hand in mine and spin her as well, watching as her light pink dress swirls around her. "And you look beautiful Emma."
"I'm so excited!"
"Me too, baby."
We turn when we hear the door open and see Louis' head pop into the room, "It's time!"
"It's time!!" Emma says turning to me.
"It's time." I whisper as Emma rushes out the door, her small basket in hand.
"A Toast!" Everyone raises their glasses as Louis tips his towards us. "A toast to my best friend and his new wife!"
Everyone cheers as Emma wraps her petite arms around both Edie and I. Edie turns and plants a peck on Emma's cheek, making her giggle.
"Thank you everyone." I say standing up, "Eight years ago, when my little Emma came into my life. So did someone else." Edie smiles as I look at her, "You see, we had promised each other six months. Six months til we could see where we would go. Well, love, seems it was more like eight years." Everyone laughs as I clear my throat, "But Edie, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I'm sure my Ems agrees." She nods as I smile at her. "So thank you, and love, here's to the rest of our lives!"
Everyone cheers once more, and I sit back down. Emma slips in between Edie and I and leans down to whisper in my ear, "Dad."
"I'm proud of you."
I lift her upon my lap and hug her tightly to me, like when she was little. "That means the world to me, baby."
"I want a snuggle too." Edie says leaning in towards us.
Emma slides over and sits on Edie's lap, her legs already becoming to long to perch upon the second mother she loved so dearly, "I'm so happy the three of us are a family."
"We're happy you're happy." Edie says pushing back Emma's blonde hair.
I was happy. We were all happy.
After all this time, we were finally here. It had been a tumultuous eight years. But we weathered through it and here we were.
"How about a dance, princess?" Niall asks Emma as he approaches our table.
She slides off of Edie lap and happily takes Niall's hand.
"Eight years, huh?" Edie says as she grabs my hand and intertwines my fingers in hers.
"I wouldn't have had it any other way."