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Harry Styles Bsm/Ddm Imagines

The Perfect Daughter


DDM

Harry's Age; Adult

Your Age; 12

Your role in your family was difficult to discern. Your younger brother, Harold, was the baby of the family, so of course, there would be more favoritism with him. You couldn't name a single family that hadn't had favor with their youngest child.

Your older sister, Niall-yes, Niall- was the sole breadwinner of school success and popularity. She was basically getting scholarships just for being the daughter of Harry Styles. And we don't need to elaborate any further about her premature fame.

You get the gist.

Then there's you. Two years ago, you were an A/B honor roll student that mastered the recorder and won an award for being in the top three throughout your entire school for achieving to gain A.R points (Accelerated Reader Program).

Yeah, achievements not worthy to be mentioned compared to your older sister's.

But, that's not what upsets you. It's how blatantly your parents show their biases. Specifically your dad. You knew Niall had wit and was at the top of her classes, but you also knew that she wasn't close to the innocent and lovable daughter your dad made her out to be.

"Mom," you pleaded, "I need to go to the university so I can take my ACT test."

"Y/n, don't you think you're a bit too young to being taking such a test." Your mom said, her tone uninterested as she stuffed groceries in the pantry and fridge. Even though your mom was the wife of Harry Styles, she never wanted maids as a replacement for responsibilities she thought a wife and mother was supposed to have; Cleaning, cooking, taking care of her children, etc.

Sometimes you wish you had a family helper or servant. They would do things for you, your mom and dad refused too-which is all the time.

Slowly huffing, you said, "It doesn't actually count, you know that mom. It's a talent search, just like the one Niall took. I've had three months to study for it."

"Sweetie, I just don't see the point of this. Niall is going to be taking the ACTs and SATs and other important tests a month from now, and her scores are actually going to impact her future, yours will not. Well, not now."

"This test could actually impact my future if I do well on it-"

"But you know there's a slim possibility of that happening. Niall took the ACT when she was your age and made a composite of sixteen. It's not likely you'll do much better, and you know your sister is practically a genius!" Your mom gushed out.

Suddenly, the sound of the front gate opened, and tires crunched over gravel.

Your dad.

"They're back!" Your mom ran from the kitchen and outside. You refrained from rolling your eyes. Your dad was only gone for an hour and a half to pick up your brother, Harold, and sister, Niall, from school. Nothing new.

You could see out the kitchen window your mom gathering Harold in her arms and your dad stealing a small peck on the corner of her lips.

It wasn't fair really. Your dad made plans to drive your siblings to and from school every school day, but you had to be the one to walk and catch a bus at the nearest bus stop. But, you never questioned it, you only assumed the reason was that of the close proximity of their schools.

When they entered the house, you were already upstairs. You guessed you were walking to the university tomorrow, however unlikely, but you would make the effort. It was required to have two #2 pencils, a simple calculator, and your own lunch. You were going to be testing for at least four hours. All of your materials was set on your desk.

Dinner came around. Nothing unusual, except for the nervous darting of Niall's eyes towards the antique, grandfather clock, and her fingers fidgeting.

"What's wrong, love?"

She whipped her head towards your dad, blinking several times before replying, "Uh, nothing."

The rest of the dinner was pretty much the same.

When nightfall came, you found yourself restless and tossing around in your sweltering bed. Glancing over at the digital clock that was passed on from your grandmother, Anne, who your dad had given a more modern, technologically advanced digital time-teller, you read the time. 1:17.

Harold and Niall had everything they ever wanted, You...all you had was a collection of dime-store novels and stacks of school papers.

Peeling the covers off your body, you got up to get the bathroom. Just before you opened the door, you heard rustling inside. You sighed thinking someone was in there but then realized that each person owned a bathroom in their own room.

"Hayes," a voice whispered from the upper level of stairs, "are you done yet?"

Niall. Good thing she couldn't see you under the marble banister.

You jumped as a baritone voice called back from behind the door.

"Just give me a sec, alright. I'll be back up for round 2."

Your sister giggled. "Hurry up, big boy. You know we have less than an hour before you have to leave. We don't want your girlfriend getting suspicious, now do we? I have a reputation to withhold. I can't be known as the Homewrecker." She muttered the last part almost to herself.

"I'm coming, babe."

Oh, shoot.

The door swung open. There was nowhere to hide.

"Oh, shi- "

Your sister's footsteps padded down the stairs. "Hayes, what's- Y/n?"

By the tone of her voice and the stiffness of her body, her outward image contradicted her true nature.

"What are you doing up so late?" Her voice was a tad stern.

"I-I-I just had to use the bathroom," you stuttered, madly, trying to wrap your head around the situation. Not to encounter any further disputes, you turned on your heel and thought you could hold your bladder for the rest of the night-well morning.

You wouldn't dare tell anyone. Your father would never believe you anyway. He had too much faith in her. Harry put more trust in Niall than he did his own wife. Surely, he would get angry and think you were wrongfully accusing her because Niall was better than you by a mile. He would only say that you were just jealous. It's happened before.

4:25 a.m, and you deemed it safe enough to get up and finally relieve yourself. You only had two hours of sleep to distract yourself from having to urinate. You entered the bathroom, the coast clear, and shut the door behind you.

After finishing, about to close the door, you noticed a small, transparent sac with a white substance inside sitting beside the toilet. It appeared as if someone was aiming for the trashcan, but was too much in a rush to check to see if it had made their goal.

You decided against picking it up to examine it since it looked sort of gross to you.

Gathering your material and some lunch, you headed on your way to the university.`


It was 3:33 p.m when you trudged your way back home. You were really bummed out. At first, you had thought fifty-five minutes to sixty minutes was enough for each portion of the test, but you soon found out that time passes quickly when you're under stress. You weren't able to answer at least three questions on the science portion, and five on the math because there were way too many problems to work out. Plus, you didn't really get enough sleep.

When you finally made it home, you were surprised to see a police car in the driveway. You heard yelling and cries through the opened door. "Ma'am, just calm down. We'll find her. We just need you to cooperate," You heard as you stepped into the grand foyer.

"THERE WAS A USED CONDOM, FOUND IN MY HOUSE, IN MY BATHROOM, AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!" She screamed. "My daughter could have been raped and kidnapped in this very house!"

"That's a possibility, but let's not jump to conclusions-"

"Let's not jump to conclusions!? What do you expect me to think when I wake up as early as five a.m and she's not here."

"Ma'am we are pulling surveillance from both of your bodyguards at this very moment. Hopefully, it will help ease your stress a little."

You walked to the edge of the foyer to see your mom sniffling with wads of tissue in her lap and curled into your father's side with your brother sitting on his lap.

"Y/n?" You turned to see Niall frowning as she entered the house wearing a dark hoodie and worn out converse. Not her usual appearance.

"Niall, what's all the commotion about?"

"I don't know, but I do know that I saw you sneak out of the house at five a.m in the morning and I've been out all f#cking day looking for your @ss!"

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I went to the university so I could take the Talent Search."

"The University doors don't open until 9:30 a.m sharp. You left four hours earlier, so what aren't you telling me, little sis?"

You studied the look on her face. Something was up. Niall looked sort of wild.

"Well, I went to eat breakfast nearby the university and then brushed up on my subjects until it was time for the doors to open."

"Where did you get the money from?" She said a bit loud. She was doing this on purpose.

"From m-my allowance," You stuttered.

"How did you earn the allowance, Y/n? Because I know for a fact mom and dad don't give out allowances."

"I earned it by helping Grandma Anne around her house when I'm bored."

She let out a small breath. "Fine. Why didn't you tell Mom or Dad to take you?"

"I told Mom, but she refused to take me. She said that taking the test was pointless since I wasn't nearly as smart as you."

"Wow, that's harsh." Niall's face was baffled.

"But I really wanted to take it," you continued, "so I went there on my own."

Niall crossed her arms and said, "Then you should have told me. I have my own license, I could have driven you there."

"No, you wouldn't have. Not if mom or dad had a say in it," You countered.

"I'm not a complete sucker for mom and dad. Besides, who said they would have had to know?'

"Niall, sweetie, is that you!" Your mom's footsteps traveled to the foyer to where both of you were standing and literally lunged over you to engulf Niall in her arms.

"Thank the heavens! Where in hell were you? You had us all stressed out, young lady." Your mom checked every square inch of her face. "Dear, what in tarnation are you wearing? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Your mom rucked up the sleeves of her hoodie, but Niall stepped back.

"Mom chill! I was only gone because I was looking for Y/n all day! Gosh, you don't have to treat me like I'm a damn child! It's like you don't trust me to be anywhere by myself!"

Your mom looked taken aback. "Honey, I do trust you-"

"No, you don't. Y/n goes out all the time by herself, but with me, it's like I have to be monitored 24/7. Wait-did you even realize that your other daughter was gone as well, or do you even remember that you have another daughter besides me?"

Your mom gasped. "Niall..."

'No. " Niall walked away before swiveling around on her heels and said to her, "Don't follow me."

Your father was suddenly there and stopped Niall in her tracks. "Baby, what's wrong? We were so worried about you," he said, softly as examined her.

"What about, Y/n?"

"What about her?"

"Exactly." She ripped from Harry's grip, passed the two officers with notepads in their hands and high-tailed it up the right grand staircase.

A confused look washed over him. He looked towards your mom. She sniffled and shrugged, letting her arms collapse to her sides in a heavy movement. They were about to speak when an officer called them back into the family room.

"I think you both should come check this out-along with both of your daughter's as well."

Reluctantly, Niall exited her room with a sour look on her face and sat beside you while Harold, mom, and Harry sat on the opposite sofa, giving your sister strange looks.

"How many children do you all have? What are their ages? And do all of them still reside here?"

"We already-"

"We know, but this is just to clarify."

Your father sighed. "We have a girl and a boy, Niall, and Harold. Their ages are sixteen and a half, and seven."

There were five seconds of silence.

"And they also have another daughter. Her name is Y/n. Twelve years old. But, apparently, they forgot about her," your sister said with a clenched jaw.

The officer cleared his throat awkwardly before studying his notes again. "So, there is no one else you've forgotten about? Perhaps a young adult male?"

Niall's face paled, but everyone around her looked perplexed.

The officer told someone to bring him a laptop and showed your parents the events that had unfolded hours before dawn.

"I've never seen that young man in my life!" Your dad's gaze turned furiously on you. "Y/n, what's the meaning of this?! You decide to bring so random guy over our house. In this house?!" He hissed out.

"Mr. Styles, please calm down. We know who the condom belongs to and will conduct further DNA analysis, but-"

"But what? It's clear that Y/n has slept with this boy! What other proof do we need?!"

"Does your daughter have a history of sleeping with boys almost half her age or legal adults?"

"The hell would I know? She's always sneaking off." Your dad growled out.

"Mr. Styles, we must take this seriously. The young male in the footage could go to jail for statutory rape. In the eyes of law, he's a rapist since she's under the age of thirteen."

"What?! That's absurd!" You finally blurted.

"What?" Your dad chuckled humorlessly. " Did you think you two wouldn't get caught? If that boy was idiotic enough to sleep with you, he deserves to be in prison. I bet that's why you were gone all day. To go see him. To sleep with him again."

"I didn't sleep with anyone!" You yelled. " I slept by myself. Alone. In my own bed. Niall tell them what happened! That guy last night was with you, and you know it!"

"Um," she looked away.

"You're not seriously blaming this on my daughter, are you, Y/n? Niall would never do something like this. On the other hand, I wouldn't know about you. Why can't you just be more like her? Good and never causing trouble?"

A tiny piece of fragment fell from your heart. The last and only fragment.


"I'd really hate to break your heart, Harry, " You said through a tight smile, "But your daughter isn't as perfect as you think she is. And if you really think about it, you would know it is more logical for a sixteen-year-old to sleep with someone than a twelve-year-old. But, hey! We're all entitled to our opinions."

Then, you got up and walked away, pissed.




Notes

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