Harry Styles Daddy Novels & Stories

“Did you miss me, Mandy?” I nod emphatically. “You know I did.” “Well, there’s your answer then.” He smiles. “I crush this garlic, right?” Sarah asks, holding up a clove. “Yup,” I tell her. “Mash it right up!” Despite his long-sleeve Henley that he’s wearing, Daddy does look like he hasn’t been skipping out on going to the gym while I’ve been gone. I always wondered how the other guys at his firm felt working alongside him, considering he looks like a former football star turned lawyer.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

She questioned, holding his hand. “The other kids. They said I don't have a dad. We're supposed to come with our dads next week for the daddy-son event.” Harry's eyes dropped, his voice shaky. Charlene could not help the lump that formed in her throat, a tear threatening to slip out of her eye. “I've told you many times Harry, don't let them get to you. They're just bullies.” She tried to mask the pain in her voice. “But mummy, why don't I have a daddy like the other kids?” Harry queried further, keeping his eyes on his mother who was too busy trying to hide her own tears.

"Mummy, why does Daddy John look exactly like Harry? When Harry showed me his pictures, I thought he edited himself into a big boy." I glanced at Giovanni, panic rising in my chest. He gave a small nod, as if to reassure me. "The only person you're allowed to call 'Daddy' is Giovanni," I said firmly, my voice low and serious. "Do you understand me?" I shot a warning glance at both of them. Harry shook his head. "But Daddy Giovanni isn't my real daddy." "Harry, don't say that!" I snapped, my voice rising. "No, it’s true! That’s why we get bullied at school, Mummy. Just because we don’t have a real daddy," Harry said, his face scrunched in anger.

It’s not a big staff at all compared to the other companies Harry and my mom own, but this is still too much for me. “Hi, Daddy,” I greet as I approach him. But before I get to him, I lift my arms and twirl to let him see me, “You like my office attire? I tried to look like my mom.” “Oh, baby, you look sooo cute. I love it!” he says with a genuine smile and grabs me for a hug, “I love that you’re putting in an effort, I promise it’s going to pay off.”

I ignored how he was making me feel and continued to make my way to the dining room, taking slow, light steps so I don't attract attention. "Lots of them?" My dad asked with a joking tone. I saw how Harry's lips turned at the side which meant that he found the question amusing too. He pushed his fingers into his hair which he had dyed back to brown–the original colour. "Not a lot of them" Silence. That is how Harry is. One second he's friendly, the next second, he's cold. "Not a lot of them" My dad repeated, adding his hum to keep the conversation flowing. "You talk like you know women so well"

His hand trembled when he first touched his daughter’s hair, whispering, “She’s got your fire... and my madness.” From that day forward, life bloomed into something even money couldn’t buy—legacy. --- Year 1: Daddy’s Girl Harry wasn’t just present. He was obsessed. He turned down board meetings just to watch Helena nap on his chest. He canceled global summits because she smiled at him for the first time. Diaper duty? He fought their private nanny for it. “Harry, the nanny is being paid,” Mia had teased. “I’m paying her to stay out of my way,” he growled, grinning down at Helena like she was a miracle forged from stardust.