She Wants What She Hates, The Sequel

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Y/N

Kid usually crashes here when she's drunk or by herself in the house. I just can't believe Camila did that. I've only seen her cry a handful of times in the years we've known each other.

She was either smiling or serious.

When I went downstairs to see everything was in order, I noticed one thing; the sofa pillow she used was kinda damp. I already know it's from her crying into it. With a sigh, I flipped it over to the other side then proceeded my early morning workout.

A little over an hour later, I come back in time to see Ally cooking breakfast.

"G'morning, love," I say, wiping my sweaty face on my shirt. She glances up from her eggs and smiles at me softly. "Morning, baby. Is AJ okay?" I go over to the sink to wash my hands before getting a water bottle out of the fridge.

"I dunno. She hasn't texted me or nothin'," I say after taking a few much needed gulps of water. "I'm gonna go shower, okay?" She hums in confirmation and I jog up the stairs.

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Before my shower, I texted Kid.

After my shower, she texted back then FaceTimed me. She told me what really happened this morning and I got HOT. There was a time I actually fucked with ol' boy, but this is his only nail in his coffin. 

And Kid agreed. Like, no, that n**** is going to sleep forever.

When the kids went off to school, I told Ally what Kid and Camila told me. My wife cried from sadness then to rage. I held her for 30 minutes until she calmed down as much as she could given the news.

"After this meeting with Harry, me and Kid are going to track and—," Ally shakes her head. "No, baby. I know what you wanna do and I'd be right behind you, but think about the kids."

"I know. Jah can beat him with a bat—,"

"Leti Jaye, no," Ally says seriously and I huff deeply, but don't say anything. She wraps her arms around my waist, looking up at me. "Promise me you won't do anything crazy?"

I look away, saying nothing.

"Please?" I sigh and mess with my hair. "If I do, I'll be lying." She stares at me with sad, brown eyes, looking beautiful as ever. "Please, Pebs." I lean down and kiss her forehead.

"Tell me how you feel about this. And I mean really," I say softly. She unravels herself from me and sits on our bed.

"I feel like crying again," she starts, eyes on her lap. "I always thought Shawn was a good guy and he was. I just—I can't believe he did that."

"So you understand what me and Kid will do to him when we find out whether the baby is hers or his, right?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest. She takes a deep breath.

"I do, but—I don't want you to do anything crazy."

I move to sit next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. She leans into me, sniffling softly. "I hate this. I hate it so much." I nod, "I know, baby. I know."

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Today's the day.

I haven't seen everyone together in a long time. I heard Perrie and Leigh-Anne were bringing the kids, so we brought ours.

We were first at the studio, being twenty minutes early. Kid said she talked to Camila about this meeting, but it's not certain she'll show.

Jahseh sat on his phone, Brooklyn played on mine, and Maddie fell asleep on her mother's bosom.

"Y/N Johnson," comes a voice. I look up to see the one and only Harry Styles rocking the short silver hair and black mesh top and skirt with red, untied boots.

An androgynous god.

I stand up and give the older man a big hug. "It's been a while, huh?" He laughs, patting my back. "Hell yeah," I join as we break apart.

"Ally, looking beautiful as always," he whispers as he gets closer. "Same to you, Harry," she says with a cute smile. "So, that there is little Maddie, that's Brooklyn, and that's Jahseh," I gesture to each occupied child.

"Beautiful family," he says just as his phone buzzes. He takes it out of his pocket and checks it. "They just landed," he announces. "Be more specific, mate," I joke. "You'll see soon," he says slyly, setting the bag he brought with him down before going in it.

"Hope you don't mind me being the ghost writer for yous first song?" He says, pulling out a small, but thick notebook.

"If it's trash, I'll fight you, Styles," I playfully threatened when he beckons me over.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "I wrote one song for each group and one for you and The Kid," I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Really?" He hums, flipping through the book.

"You see, I was thinking a joint album with all of you. Start off with some soothing vocals from whomever wants to do it, followed by 20 bops," I whistle lowly.

"You wrote 20 songs for us?" He shakes his head, "I wrote 10. I don't want my name all over it, y'know?" I nod in understanding as he flips to the first song called If You Want My Love.

"This one is for Little Mix...," he flips to another called More Than Words. "This is for Fifth Harmony. I wrote it in two ways in case Camila doesn't wanna be on it," he then goes to one called Phases, for PrettyMuch aka my boys.

One called De Cero for CNCO, then he gets to one for Kid and me. "Mystery Lady," I read. "Yeah, I didn't know who wanted what part so, that's for you and Kid to decide."

He looks at me, "Wanna hear it?"

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While listening to the song my girls are singing, my mind went to last night. I'm beyond pissed, but I can't show it.

Not in front of the kids.

Harry says something, but I wasn't paying attention. "Huh?" I ask and he gives me a weird look.

"Is everything okay?" I started to nod, but I end up shaking my head. "If I'm honest, I'm pissed." He furrows his brows, "Why?"

I glance behind me at my family. Ally was on her phone while the kids slept. I look back at Harry, "Someone that's like a sister to me was taken advantage of when she was drunk. She's pregnant and the baby's due soon. There's some doubt that it's her spouse's."

Harry begins bouncing his leg, looking almost as pissed as me. "Who is he?" I scratch the back of my head, conflicted on whether or not to tell him.

"I'll tell you later."

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