Dance First, Think Later - Harry Styles Fan fiction

Chapter 32

It was dark, I was cold and everything had become horrible in just the past days.

I walked to the park which wasn’t far away, and sat down on a bench right below a light that was still on. I just needed some time to think.

First of all, my job.

I liked what I did, but ever since I took it, my life had gotten worse than it was before. Stress, exhaustion, everything. This is not how I imagined it would be.

But look on the bright side. The dancing got me to meet the boys. And Harry.

Oh yes, the boys and Harry. That would be my second point.

Him and the boys have made me feel like I have finally found a family. A real one. A family that cares and loves each other, nothing like my non-existing real one.

But then, this has also brought problems. What was I thinking? Me befriending or dating a pop-star? That worked out didn’t it… But I knew it would be hard, and I knew there would be lots of things to get through, but it had gotten too far.

Harry. He is gorgeous, he is wonderful, he is sweet, he is sexy, he has an amazing voice, he is funny, he is kind…He is everything. I was never even thinking about his fame or fortune.

And there is my third and final point. Money.

Money makes the world go round, as some may say.

On many people’s minds money is all they ever worry and have to care about, but then there are those who don’t even realize the value of it and just throw it away into private jets or a big fancy house at the beach that the only visit for a weekend every 2 years.

I know, money has been a problem in our family, but we’ve never really needed it. We didn’t worry about it that much, and everything was fine.

I must admit, there were moments when I would have done anything to just see a dollar once in a while, but I never let it get to me. Why do people think it had gotten to me now?

Just a few hours after I get accused of using someone to get some many and me promising that I would never do it, my dad shows up dead sick at my door and wants me to do exactly that. It’s a bitch, isn’t it.

My dad. My final and biggest problem.

I know, I barely even see him and I was doing fine without him, but he is my dad after all. He is the only real biological family I have left in this whole world. He is my last real relative I have, and he is dying.

Just because he is dying, doesn’t mean I should use someone to get money though. He has never been there for me. Never. When I was sick, I had to take care of myself. When I needed money, I could get it myself somehow. When I got into trouble, I could get myself back out all by myself. Why couldn’t he?

Even though it may seem like I would be fine off without him, I wouldn’t. I see him almost only once a year, and not for very long, and now I can even provide money for myself because I have a job, and I am almost a fully grown woman making her own decisions, I do need him.