How Old Is Harry Styles Daughter Novels & Stories

Shit, this is worse than I thought. How on earth have Harper and her kid sister, Taylor been coping with this? It saddens me to witness what her mother has turned into. Once she was pretty with long, golden hair always held in a ponytail or with one of those wide headbands on her head, you know like a kind of hippie look going on.

They exchanged a moment of silence before Rosalie spoke softly, "Welcome, my child. I have missed you dearly." As Hayley resumed her seat, her expression radiated excitement. "Thank you." They continued to converse, catching up on lost time. Rosalie was pleasantly surprised to learn that Hayley had a child. "You have a daughter? Where is she?" With a hearty chuckle, Hayley nodded. "Yes, I do. She's five years old and staying with my best friend in Kleeton City. I had to leave her behind because of the program..." "Oh, my grandchild must be so adorable! Tell me, Hazel, who does she resemble? Me or you?"

Structure has always suited me. What I do mind, however, is her daughter. Lila Hayes. Twenty-one years old, a little wild around the edges, and far too sharp for her own good—or mine. I’d known her since she was still in high school, back when she’d trail behind her mother during summer breaks with oversized headphones looped around her neck, pretending not to care about the world spinning around her. She still pretends sometimes, but now she’s grown into herself in ways that are impossible to ignore. Ways that are, if I’m being honest, deeply distracting.

"This is your daughter with Fiona?" Harold’s expression stiffened, his eyes hardening, but he gave a short nod. "Yes. This is my daughter, Anastasia Spencer. She is my only child." Another man sitting nearby chuckled, looking over at Anastasia. "Mr. Spencer, you have been very clever. You have kept her hidden away from the public eye. If anyone knew how stunning your daughter is, she would have been whisked away by now." Harold's voice remained firm but proud. "She is not just beautiful. My daughter is talented and in our family, we don’t raise shallow beauties."

She's a quiet girl who speak only a few words and loves hanging out. Her pretty brown short hair makes her look even more beautiful..she got her brown hair from her late mother who had died when she was 16 years old, out of heart cancer. She's 25 now and doing just so good and she knew well that wherever her mother is, she'd feel so proud of her. "My Baby" Her father calls out walking down the stairs. A maid had come up to his room to inform him about his daughter's arrival. He haven't seen her for some months.

She says with a beating heart, hoping that he will swallow her lies. “You're punished so it's out of the question.”He replied harshly “Would be rude if she doesn’t go because her friend was there on Hilary's birthday, so why can't she be in hers?” Jaina Intervened. This last one hesitated and then accepted, his daughter kissed him and then left all joyful. “She has just turned eighteen Jaïna.” Says Hilaire, with a frowning face, to his wife. “So what?” “At such an age, there is only nonsense that goes through the children's heads and I have to watch Hilary very closely; didn't you notice the way she dressed the other day?”

She was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt. Her middle daughter, Chastity, came down next. She was 20 and about medium height with bright blonde hair that ran in rings to her shoulders. She had a broader build, like her father's. Chastity was wearing a light blue sun dress that probably showed a bit too much of her large chest and shapely legs.

“Hello, Miss Josephine. Could you give me a description of your baby so I could locate her?” “Y-Yes, sure,” I replied. “Her She's five. She's about four feet tall. She has long brown hair styled into a ponytail with a hello kitty hair clip. Oh goodness, I can't believe this is happening to me.” “Calm down, miss,” The staff replied. “How long has it been since she went missing?” “Mummy!” The unmistakable voice of my daughter wafted into my ears before I could respond, causing me to gasp and turn around.

“Status: Single mom. She has a daughter, 10 years old, named Ayla. No information about her parents or siblings.” Wow. Thirty-one years with such a body and beauty. She has a ten-year-old kid, meaning she gave birth at 21. Lol. My age at that time I was 11. “Check who her ex-husband is,” I said, and Alex nodded. “The information here shows she’s been single her whole life.” “Oh.” That’s all I said. A dancer in a club like that… it’s obvious she doesn’t even know the father of the child.

She was fiercely protective of them and would let them get up to whatever they wanted. There was also Artemis, my friend Alpha Damon’s daughter, who was two and a half years old, and their one-year-old son Asher. Rayhan’s son Ahren, who was almost two, and his one-year-old daughter Sienna. Finally Raihana’s son Tatum, who had turned two a few weeks ago. Raihana was Alejandro’s niece. Plenty of kids, but I loved it. "Baby, no!" Raihana scolded Tatum as he almost put his hand into the cake. "I swear these kids."