Baby Daddy

Chapter 4

Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamt about the kiss, the toe curling type of kiss that could tell better than any stumbling words, I used to think that my first kiss would be like the one’s in the movies, passionate and beautiful, but by the time it actually happened, I came to the realization that all my illusions were based on mere romance movies and novellas, it was all a bluff of my silly romantic mind. For a long time I had given up on such foolish things,  majority of things related to love were such bullshit, life had taught me otherwise. But surprisingly, all it took was his lips crashing against mine in the corner of a McDonald’s joint, to take me back to my childish fantasies. 

Kissing Harry was probably a close to indescribable sensation, damn that boy could kiss! His lips were soft yet strong, his tongue was exactly at the right places, massaging my own. His smell drove me completely delirious and the way his messy hair tickled against my skin, he was just utterly and completely irresistible. but as the kiss went on, my conscience decided to make an appearance what the fuck are you doing Elizabeth ? You had finally picked yourself up from that mess you were months ago and now you’re just going to give yourself to him like that again? You’re starting to like him, and feelings means complications, and when there’s complications everything gets fucked up, stop it! You have to focus on your baby right now! After my subconscious mind finished giving me a pep talk, I breathlessly pulled away from his kiss. I was met with his questioning gaze.

“What’s wrong? I shouldn‘t have done that, I‘m sorry, I don‘t know what came over me” he mumbled guiltily. 

“No it’s nothing like that, don’t worry, besides I kissed you back” I smiled softly “It’s just that, there’s so much going on right now and-” Harry suddenly cursed under his breath.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Don’t look to your left, keep looking at me. I just noticed there’s a bunch of paparazzi outside.” he moaned. 

“Shit, no, I’m so not ready for this” I started hyperventilating. This is what I was afraid of all along, all the unwanted attention and stress. A million thoughts were going through my head, imagining all the incredulous scenarios that would be printed in the magazines tomorrow. 

“Hey, no matter what happens, that’s still my kid, the media will always be just the media, they’ll get their share of my personal life and they’ll move on, breath Liz” he said.

“Do you honestly believe that? Because I don’t. Everyone is just going to make my life a living hell when this comes out” I whispered hastily.

“It might be overbearing at times, but I’ll be here for you, I promise” he answered in serious tone. “Now, this is how we’re getting to the car, once we get out, walk straight ahead, don’t mind them any attention, don’t answer any questions, just pretend they aren’t there. I’ll walk in front of you to guide you and free the way.” 

“Ok” I mumbled. I was still not ready for this, dammit.

He helped me up from my seat and offered to take my hand, but I declined, saying it would only help spice up the rumors bombshell that would hit the magazines tomorrow. He understood, and we made our way to the front door. My heart was hammering against my chest. I felt like that moment when someone was about to find your little secret you’ve so carefully secured with you for a long time. I was so keen on protecting myself and not letting anyone find out about my pregnancy, but now I was almost shouting it to the world, completely exposing myself.

When Harry opened the front doors, I was completely attacked by the unbelievable amounts of blinding flashing lights, I could barely see anything. Numerous paparazzi where shooting questions at Harry, the clicks of the cameras becoming completely unbearable, it was madness. “Is that your girlfriend Harry?” “What’s her name?” “How long you’ve been together?” “What about Cara Delevingne?” “Is she pregnant?” the swamp of questions kept making me more and more nervous, I was still staring at my feet, grasping the back of Harry’s jacket for guidance.