Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 35

Ashley's P.O.V

How has four months already passed? So much has happened since that day in the hospital. Emotions ran wild that day, and everything is still a blur today. Dré and Harry are actually getting there in terms of being sociable towards each other and Des is slowly, very slowly, getting back on his feet...

"You okay?" Harry's voice creeps up behind me breaking through my silent musing as his arms slip around my front, his hands spreading out over my belly that's keeping a secret from everyone.

"Yeah," I murmur, leaning slowly into his embrace.

I'm stood staring out of his bedroom window at the rain slowly trickling down the road in long streams. The storm has been going for a few days now but it's finally starting to clear up - the irony almost makes me laugh. Looking back at everything that happened during those first months that I met Harry, I know it all happened for the good. It hurt at the time - more than hurt - but now just seeing Harry, Dré or even little Gemma smile, and knowing they truly mean it. Well it makes it all worth it.

Harry spins me slowly around to face him, ducking his head slightly for his soft lips to make contact with mine. "I love you." He murmurs, breaking the kiss to trail smaller, delicate kisses down my neck.

"I love you too." I sigh, with a smile touching my lips.

"Our boy is going to be one lucky fella having you as his mom."

"Whoa wait a minute, son? What if we have a girl?" I frown pretending to being angry.

"Ah well..." He trails off with a thoughtful expression on his face. If our baby turns out to be a girl, God help us, she won't be allowed to leave the house until she's at least thirty five with Harry as her father. His protective nature can be a little too much sometimes, all the reasons why I love him so much.

"Actually no, let's hope it is a boy." I laugh at Harry's serious expression.

"What?" Harry smirks, knowing exactly what I'm thinking. "I'm not that bad babe," he adds to my pursed lips.

"Um yeah whatever..." Our easy banter is thrown back and forth for a while until finally we can't put it off anymore. Our families are all gathered for our news downstairs.

In the same room - amazing right? Ha, would never have thought it!

It took some serious begging on my part to get my parents to even think about walking into the Styles household, but after telling them the basic version of events they agreed. Although by 'basic' I mean – all I told them was a few months ago Harry's dad got hurt accidently, and now we have an announcement to make.

I promised Harry I'd keep the family secret. After all everything that happened in the past was an accident and it broke so many people, I couldn't dear see them all shatter anymore. I love them too much.

"Stop worrying." Harry leans down to kiss the tip of my nose playfully. My tension lessons a bit but I can still feel the trembling of nerves in my stomach.

"Anyway, if everything does go ape shit crazy at least you'll still have me." He adds with a wink.

"What a comforting thought." I roll my eyes sarcastically. He knows I'm kidding when I playing push him in the shoulder, his eyes have that playful glint in them that I love so much.

It takes us seconds to walk out of Harry's room and down into the hallway next to the sitting room, I take a quick breath to calm myself, and Harry squeezes my hand sending reassurance my way. He was right about one thing though, I will have him if everything goes wrong once the news is out. He's my rock in all of this, just like I am his.

Harry enters first with me trailing behind. I see my mom and dad stood in the corner of the room, looking like they don't want to sit too close to the other individuals in the room; Harry's dad is lay on the three person sofa with a pillow under his head and a smirk just like his sons set upon his face; Dré is sat in the armchair nearest to the TV, with his phone rolling around in his hands nervously. Sam – Dré's girlfriend, who I've actually become friends with over the past months – is sat on the floor playing snakes and ladders with Gemma. Everyone is here and I'm scared out of my mind.

"What's this all about Ashley?" Of course it would be my father to rush the inevitable along. "We haven't got all day, we have things to attend to." He adds.

There are days when I really dislike my parents; they're selfish and inconsiderate when things don't concern them personally. One of the only reasons they're here today is because I'm here - their daughter. Their control over me used to be strong but seeing how Harry's family dealt with a lot of stronger issues I released the control they hold a little bit. Now though it's fucking annoying when my dad tries to play the 'protective father' card.

"Um-"

"Ash is pregnant." Harry interrupts very matter of fact - great now for the scary shit.

Silence...

That's all that follows for a split second after, an awkward silence.

"WHAT!" My father booms when he catches on that Harry isn't joking. "HOW COULD YOU GET YOURSELF INTO THIS MESS ASHLEY?"

"Oh Ashley dear you can't honestly be serious. Not while you're still in college." My mother's patronizing voice sounds under my dad's screams.

I don't know what to say as I stand in the middle of the room with everyone's eyes on me. I feel Harry pressed prospectively at my back, bringing with him a small amount of the confidence that I've lost.

"Congratulations!" Sam is suddenly jumping up and down in front of me, her dark blonde hair bouncing along with each jump as she pulls me into a tight hug and, her brown eyes shining bright with glee. I'm not sure how Dré managed to find her, but I'm so glad that he did.

"Congrats mate!" I hear Dré comment to Harry behind me with a faint pat following.

Des seems to be quiet on the sofa and when my eyes meet his he winks with a grin on his face as he places Gemma on his lap. He approves. At least one adult in the room does.

"STOP IT!" My dad's voice brings everyone to a standstill almost as quickly as it started and that silence is back again. Great!

"No you stop it!" Harry seethes behind me. Oh shit.

I guess something's never change. I silently giggle to myself shaking my head at the argument I know is about to come. However I'm not even a little worried anymore. Five minutes ago I was nearly peeing myself with nerves but now I know that everything is going to be alright. The way Harry's family reacted to our news compared to the way mine are is to be expected.

My mother and father would never want their eighteen (nearly nineteen) year old girl getting pregnant when she's not even out of full time education yet. They've never wanted me to be a failure and, I'm not one, I won't ever be. I'm never going to be like them; I won't ever fit into their life style. I never have and, I never will nor do I want to but, I'm ok with that.

I'm happy being with Harry and his dysfunctional family surrounding me. Our child will grow up now knowing that they're loved and not being forced to live a certain way. They'll be free to be their own person and not a replica of their parents.

Once today is over whether my parents agree to support me or not mine, Harry's and our little one's future is looking bright and you know what? I honestly can't wait!

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A/N

I will be posting a short Epilogue soon as well just to finish things off more smoothly :D

- Kelly xxx