Secret Affair (Harry Styles)

Chapter Forty-Five

Marissa Brook-Styles' P.O.V

"Marissa! Here's your fucking milk!" Harry shouted downstairs. I suddenly drop my phone on my lap and sprinted downstairs. Harry was holding a white plastic bag as he place it down on the center table.

I quickly rush over to it and grab the bottle of milk. God, I don't know why I like milk so much.

I struggle to open the gallon of milk that Harry had just bought as I groan to myself, failing.

"Hey, Harry?" I called out. He looks at me puzzled as he furrow his eyebrows. He was sitting on the couch with his feet on the table.

"Don't tell me you didn't like the milk?"

I huffed loudly. "Stop being a prick. Be a sweetheart for once and open this for me." I demanded like a boss.

"I bought you milk even though its freezing as fuck outside." He dramatically paused, "Isn't that enough?" He put an offended 'fake' face as I rolled eyes.

I was itching to drink the milk and I just wanted gulp it down. "What are you talking about? I'm dying here to drink this Harry! Just fucking open it up." I said as I handed him the bottle.

It was about time for him to roll his eyes as he open the lid without even struggling. "The things I do for you." He mumbled under his breath as he handed the milk back.

I didn't even hesitate to chug it down as I sighed at the taste. God, this was heaven.

Why am I craving for milk, anyways? I continued drinking it as Harry watch me being a food maniac makes him chuckle deeply

"You know, when Liz was pregnant from Marissa our first child. She always crave for milk to." He looked at me curiously. "Not when she's on her period."

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I placed the milk on the table, slamming it hard. I reached for my slippers and threw it at Harry.

"Oh fuck!" He shouted, his face look strartled as I tried to stiffle my laughs.

"Thats for being a jerk." I said, as I cross my arms over my chest.

He stood up and sauntered towards me. I back up a bit in case he did something inappropriate.

Not that you would mind.

Shut the fuck up.

I stared at him as he did the same. His body inching with mine as he look at me deeply in the eyes. My hips hit the table as I gulp loudly.

"What a-are you doing?" I whispered in fright.

He didn't say anything. Not a even a single word, he's just staring at me with his aesthetical eyes. I forgot how mesmerizing they are. He looks at me like he's staring deeply into my soul.

"Harry." I murmured, he raised his eyebrows, "Stop." I warned, sending him daggers.

"What? I'm not doing anything." He said almost as if he's an innocent human being.

"Don't come any closer."

He chuckled. "Why is it that bad to hug you?"

"No."

Yes.

"They why can't I?" He asked, his green eyes boring to mine. "Why Marissa?"

I gulp loudly, I can't find the right words. "You're afraid that a one hug would lead to something?"

My eyes widened. "No! Its just that.." I protested, trailing.

"I can see it in your eyes. You're afraid that if our skin touches, all of your feelings would come back." He said. I nearly choked on my own spit as I look at the man in front of me wide eyed.

He is half true. I'm afraid that if our skin touches and if I felt his skin lingering on mine the feelings I've tried to push would not go away.

"Feelings?" I snorted, "What feelings?" I asked dumbly. Trying not to seem like I'm fucking struggling.

Harry sighed, there was a frown on his face.

"Don't play dumb with me Marissa. I know you still have feelings for me." He said.

I shook my head quickly. "Please, don't assume things Harold. My feelings- My feelings for you is no longer here. You told me yourself to keep those feelings away." I paused, "And I did."

Harry gulped, there was a glint in his eyes that I couldn't decipher. "You don't understand, I-"

I cut him off. "No Harry, you don't understand." I laugh bitterly.

"You can't just make fun of my feelings. They're feelings Harry, I can't stop them, but I can make them go away if I want to. And I want to."

Lie.

I continued. "We can't just keep this thing going around us. You need to stop, Harry. I'm not a toy. I'm a human being just like everyone else. I can't just let you toy with me." By now, fresh tears leaked out of my brown eyes. Harry was tensed in his position. Not moving.

I need to say it, I needed a break from here. Its too much. Its too fucking much.

"And I'm pregnant." The words slipped out of my mouth like a bullet. It almost came out as a whisper, I said it out loud just for him to hear.

Harry's head immedietly snapped up. "W-what?"

"You heard me Harry."

"You're pregnant?" My eyes look up at him. There was something in his eyes, more like hope?

I nod my head slowly. "Yes."

Harry's frown suddenly replaced by a grin. "Oh my god."

"Its mine right?"

My eyes widened. "No fuck, its Ashton's!" I defended.

Harry's smile suddenly dissapeared, he looks like he's about to fall of any second.

"Oh." He mumbled.

I don't know why I feel so guilty lying to him. Maybe because I know that there's still a little bit of love I have from him. And the fact that this is his baby that I'm carrying makes it ten times even worse.

I grab the gallon of milk as I hug it close to mine. "So that explains everything." He said, his eyes no longer bright as they were before.

"What?"

"Everything. You may not know this but I always hear you waking up at night and throwing up. And all your cravings." He paused, "Congratulations to the both of you I guess?" He said, trying to smile but failed.

I sighed. "Thanks I guess? Just please, don't tell Liz. She'll freak out." I pleaded.

Harry zips his mouth as I smile. "No words for me." He said.

I thank him and walk towards the stairs.

"Oh, and I'm going to stay at Victoria's this week." I said. Harry nods his head.

"Yeah, sure. Be carefull." He said and dispersed from the kitchen.

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