Turn Back Time - Sequel to SEPOYH [H.S]

Chapter 12

(A/N: So a longer update is coming, but I just felt like giving y’all a small chapter. In case you don’t know yet from my twitter <If you don’t follow me you really should! My name is @JustKatHere > I’m now out of public school! WHOOOOP! I’m out of that hell hole they called my old high school and starting Jan. 22 (Monday is a holiday) I start my homeschooling!(: Which means longer and more frequent updates! :D Anyways, I’m sorry I sort of go into detail here about cooking. Lol, I’m hungry so this is what happened. It’s sort of short because I’m gonna go eat now!(: Love you guys! And I hope you enjoy! Don’t get to mad! Ooops, I said to much! (;  Laters!)

***Song:  DJ Pauly D - Back To Love ft. Jay Sean  … Don’t judge me. Lol I actually love Pauly’s music. Even though Jersey Shore was the stupidest show ever ._. Pauly D is a good Dj. Plus if you listen to the song, I think it sort of fits Ali and Harry’s situation. ***

Harry’s POV:

I was sitting on my sofa starring out the window again. It was raining today, which was no surprise since it does a lot here. It was really cold out also, being the middle of winter.

The gift exchanged at Louis’s place was a few days ago. It was odd for me. I’ve never been so awkward around them before. I just felt like I didn’t belong. I felt out of place…

When we got back to his place after the Nandos run, I only stayed for maybe twenty more minutes. My mind was still all fuzzed up from the paps. Hell, it still was.

It’s probably why five days later I’m still sitting here in my flat.

We made the news that day. And of course, the story was stretched every which way by every tabloid. Some said I purposely tried to run them over and others said I had a mental break down and cried.

I can’t believe some people believed that stuff. There was footage and everything. If I wasn’t crying there, then when did I have the break down? Those few minutes we were in Nandos? Bull crap.

I sighed and rose from my spot on the sofa and walked over to the kitchen. I hadn’t eaten today and I really should since it was almost dinner time. I pulled open my fridge and gazed over everything. My kitchen was always stocked so I could cook almost anything.  Though nothing sounded appealing. I reached in and pulled out some leftover chicken I made I think two days ago. I also grabbed some celery, carrots, and onions.

Quickly I sautéed the vegetables and shredded the chicken. I added it last minutes to my vegetables to warm it back up. While it was simmering, I walked back over to the fridge and pulled out a can of croissants and a carton of heavy cream.  Before I did anything though, I reached in a cabinet and pulled out a small soufflé like dish. I removed the croissant dough from the can and used half of it the line the dish. I popped that into the heated over before finishing up with cooking. I added a few spices to my vegetables and chicken before I added a small amount of cream. I mixed it all together and it started to thicken. After a few minutes I pulled out the half backed croissant lined dish and placed it on the stove top. I carefully poured the chicken and vegetable mixture in to it and placed some more dough on top. Sort of like a chicken pot pie. I shoved it back into the over and placed all the dishes in the sink.

Now I just had to wait.

I leaned against my counter and just looked around the kitchen. I was debating on running down to the shop to pick up some more beer or not when my phone went off. Letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding I walked over towards the sofa in search of my IPhone. I found it between the cushions and pulled it up.

A frown formed on my face as I saw the caller I.D.

Life wasn’t fair.

???’s POV:

“What?” Harry barked into the phone.

I chuckled and leaned back in my chair. “Is that any way to talk to me, Mr. Styles?”

“No, actually that was me being polite to you. What do you want?”

I rolled my eyes at the immature 18 year old. “Well, Harry. I’m here to tell you what you will be doing next week.”

“And what’s that?”

I chuckled again amused at his attitude towards me. “Well you’re going to need to be seen in public going to a doctor. Then you’ll leave with Marie right behind you, though obviously you’ll ignore her and she’ll want to get your attention. But you don’t care about a pregnant girl, do you?”

“She’s not pregnant, Tim. And you know that.”

“Oh, I do know that. But the world doesn’t, hmm?”

“She hasn’t been seen in public for a while. Won’t people notice that she doesn’t have a large stomach?”

I swerved around in my chair and leaned against my desk. “Well Harry, there’s these things called pregnancy suits. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

“What’s so important about that doctor?” He asked gruffly.

“So there’s proof that you took a paternity test. That way in two weeks, we’ll be able to come out with documentation that you are the father.”

“WHAT!” He shouted rather rudely through the phone.

I jumped and pulled it back away from my ear and winced. “No need to yell, Harry.”

“Yes, there is! I’m not letting that happen! She’s not even pregnant and even if she was it’s not my kid!”

“Styles, you’re forgetting your contract. You’re doing anything I say you are.”

“No. I’m not doing that. There’s no way in hell! I’m not letting your so called real documentation get out saying I’m the father! That will make me seem like a cheater!”

My eyebrow raised as a wide smirked grew across my face. “A cheater to whom, Harry? That dumb girl, Ali? I have proof she’s already moved on.”

“You shut up now,” he spat.

I chuckled, “No, I don’t think I need to. Especially since I’m in charge here. But yes, Harry.  You’re little precious Allison has already moved on. The guy is quite attractive if you ask me. Tall, fit, and he has some of the darkest hair I’ve seen. I think she likes running her hands through his curls the most though,” I chuckled.

“Tim, your lies are pathetic.”

I grinned, “But they’re not lies, Harry. We sent somebody out there to make sure she doesn’t try to come forward and say something to ruin all of this. When they got there, she answered the door in a large shirt. A guy right behind her.”

“Shut the hell up, Tim.”

“Then throughout the week we took more and more photos of them together around town. She looks extremely happy.”

“Rot in hell, Tim!”

I chuckled again into the phone. “Oh, Harry. I think it’s time to move on. She obviously has. And she never was good enough for you. It’s really pathetic how you still miss her.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!” He yelled. “AND SHE WAS PERFECT FOR ME! UNLIKE YOUR WHORE OF A DAUGHTER!”

I stop chuckling and tightened my grip on the phone.

“Harry, you are in no place to call my daughter names. You’re going out to the doctor with her and the papers are going public. End of discussion.”

“Over my dead body, Tim,” he growled.

I relaxed and leaned back into my chair. A loud laugh escaping my lips.

“But Harry… That can always be arranged.”