Harry's P.O.V –

I could have gone back to my house, but the hour drive wasn't really something I wanted to do at the moment so I got a hotel room. I wanted to be able to get to Louis' house as quickly as possible if he allowed me to see my daughter.

I laid down on the king size bed and let out a breath. I can't believe this is real. Something I thought was just another silly rumor, was actually the truth. "If my fan's hadn't noticed the resemblance in the picture, would he have ever told me?" I wondered out loud. I never expected to find out I had a child the way that I did.

I was hanging out in Niall's hotel room after having performed a concert in London. Liam, Gemma, and Lou were there as well. We were just drinking and having some laughs, when Niall decided it was a good idea to find all of the crazy rumors that have been made up about me lately. With my new album and being on tour, there was always bound to be rumors that made me wonder what people do all day.

"Oh this one is good." Niall spoke through a laugh. "Harry Styles has orgy with 10 different women in his Vegas hotel room."

We all laughed at that one. Everyone in the room knew I was gay. I had absolutely no attraction to women at all and hadn't hooked up with one since I was eighteen years old.

"Wow." I said. "That's a bit extreme." I chuckled.

Gemma decided to get in on the fun too, taking out her phone and googling my name. The media had fun trying to make me out to be some kind of womanizer. At first it was rude and hurtful, but now we just laugh at it. We all know I am as straight as a circle.

"Oh! Oh!" Niall shouted. "Here is a good one! Harry Styles may have a secret love child!"

This one made us all laugh. How on earth would I have a child if I haven't slept with any women? Some of these were just ridiculous.

"That's a good one mate." I laughed, but couldn't help but notice the smile drop on Gemma's face. "Gem? What's wrong?" I asked.

"Uh Harry..." She started. "This one may be real."

I laughed being as this was the most unbelievable rumor yet and thought she was just messing around with me.

"What do you mean it may be real? Gem I don't sleep with women." I said, trying to control my laughter.

She then looked up at me and said the words that made my heart stop. "This little girl's father is Louis Tomlinson."

At those words, suddenly I felt completely sober. All the laughter drained right out of the room. Everyone knew who Louis was. I couldn't stop talking about him for months after that night we spent together. Niall started referring to him as "the one that got away." They all knew how disappointed I was that he didn't want anything to do with me after that night. For some reason, I just couldn't get the blue eyed boy out of my head. Eventually it had faded, but he was always there in the back of my mind, popping up from time to time.

No one spoke for what felt like forever until finally Liam broke the silence.

"Harry? Are you okay?" He asked.

I ignored him and addressed Gemma. "Can I see that please?"

She handed me her phone and I immediately looked at the picture. There she was. A little girl with brown hair, that looked as feathery as I remember Louis' being, and green eyes that sparkled. I couldn't help but notice how much the little girl looked like Gemma did when she was younger. She looked just like me, but still with little hints of Louis. She was beautiful.

I put the phone down and the room felt like it was starting to spin. I leaned back and closed my eyes, allowing this new information to set in for a bit. Finally, when I felt like I could function, I took out my phone and dialed a number I knew very well. It rang a couple times but then there was an answer.

"Hello?" The voice said.

"Hey Paul. It's Harry." I answered.

"Oh hey Harry. What can I do for you?"

"I need the address of someone." I requested.

I could see everyone in the room looking at me with wide eyes.

"Okay. What is the name of this person?" Paul asked.

"Louis Tomlinson." I winced at the name. I still loved the way it rolled off my tongue, but the sting of rejection was somehow still there.

"Alright H. I'll have that address to you by tomorrow afternoon."

I thanked him and got off the phone. No one seemed to want to speak until Liam decided to try to be the voice of reason.

"Mate, why don't you just call him?" He asked.

"Liam, do you really think he would answer?" I asked in return. "If that child is mine, he didn't tell me. It has been almost five years since that night, and he didn't tell me. I doubt he would answer the phone." I explained.

They all seemed to accept this answer and I decided it was time to go to bed. I said my goodnights and went to my room. I knew I wouldn't get much sleep that night but I wanted to be alone. I spent the entire night staring at the picture of the little girl who looked like she could be my clone in female form.

The next day I received a text from Paul with Louis' address on it. I got done everything I needed to do in London and then started the four-hour drive to Doncaster. When I finally got there, I sat in the car for a few minutes. I knew how life changing this moment could be. I mustered up the courage and got out of the car.

I walked up to the door and knocked slightly. "Come in!" I heard that familiar voice yell. I didn't think he wanted me to open his door and walk in, so I knocked again. Within seconds the door opened, and there stood Louis Tomlinson, just as stunning as I remember him to be.

I knew Louis said that he would call me tomorrow, but I couldn't help but wonder if he actually would. He clearly didn't have any intentions of telling me about the little girl, judging by the shocked look on his face when he answered the door. As I thought about it, I realized I didn't even know my own daughter's name. "What kind of pathetic excuse for a father am I to not even know my own kid's name?" I thought. I quickly wiped those thoughts from my head. It isn't my fault. I didn't know she existed. I took out my phone and sent a quick text to Louis.

this may sound funny and slightly ridiculous... but what is her name?

I didn't get a response so I assumed he fell asleep. I then dialed Gemma's number and listened to it ring.

"Harry?" she said, clearly have just been woken up.

"Hey Gem. Sorry to wake you." I spoke.

"No, no." She assured me. "It's fine, really. How did it go?" She asked.

"Well, she is definitely my daughter." I said. Saying it out loud sounded so different than it did in my head.

"Oh H." She sounded sad for me. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm alright. I'm not upset I have a daughter." I whispered, really letting the feeling of the words soak in. "I'm just upset that I wasn't around for the first four years of her life."

"Of course." She answered. "So what are you going to do?"

"Well I want to be in her life. She is my daughter, Gem." I paused. I don't think I'll ever get used to saying that. "I told Louis as much and he said he would think about it and let me know tomorrow. I told him that I don't want to have to take him to court but I will if I have to." I explained.

"That makes sense." She said softly and I could hear her yawn. "What about after seeing him? How do you feel after that? I know you were pretty hung up on that guy for a while."

I chuckled lightly. My sister always did know me extremely well.

"He's just as beautiful as I remember." I spoke low, almost as if I didn't want to admit it. "But that doesn't change the fact that he hid something so insanely important from me. This isn't about him and I right now. This is about my daughter."

We talked a little bit more about how crazy this is and Gemma made it a point to tell me that she wanted to meet her niece as soon as she could. I promised her that after I got it all sorted out with Louis, that I would make sure she gets to meet her.

We got off the phone and I tried to get some sleep. I had a feeling tomorrow would be a really big day, no matter what Louis ultimately decided.