Left with the Baby. (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Happiness and Hurt.

Helena's P.O.V

They found me. They actually found me. The happiness I felt inside me was like nothing before, not even when Lilly was born did I feel like this. For the first time in months I felt safe, here in Louis's arms.

And I didn't plan on ever leaving them.

I don't know how long I stared at Louis as he looked me up and down, but the sound of Harry jumping through the window made my head snap in his direction.

"Lilly!" He cheered.

Harry took two large steps towards the wooden crib before pulling Lilly into his arms, it looked like something from a movie. The way he kissed her forehead and spun her round in a circle while she giggled the whole time. I felt pang of guilt shudder through me, why did I do this to him? Why did I ever take her away from him? I'd know Harry a long time, and to be honest... I've never seen him so happy.

I pulled away from Louis and pushed myself off the ground. "Harry, I'm sorry." I mumbled while brushing a curl away from Lilly's face.

Harry's body tensed up beside me. "Lou, take Lilly for me would you?"

Harry held Lilly out to Louis until she was out of his hands. He then turned to face me, his face red from anger.

"Do you have any idea what the pain you've cause me over the past three weeks?!" He shouted.

I'd never seen Harry this mad before, not even when I turned up out of the blue and tried to take Lilly away from him at the hospital. His face was a light red colour, eyes pitch black with anger. I could see his hands twitching at his sides.

"I know, I just had to go Harry.  Joe .. erm.. Joe would have come and found me otherwise. He'd of taken me and I would have never seen Lilly again!" I cried. Just when I thought I'd run out of tears, more fell down my face.

"I just wanted my daughter to be safe with me Helena." Harry explained, obviously taken back by my outburst.

"I thought maybe that time would heal your broken heart." I mumbled.

Harry pulled me into a hug. His breath tickling my ear. " Time doesn't heal a heart. It just makes it forget about the pain for a while. But me? I could never forget the pain I endured."

More guilt washed through me.

"Take her." I stated confidently. Even though inside I wasn't as confident.

Harry pushed me slighty back so he could look at me. "Im sorry, what?" He asked, confused.

I swalled the lump in my throat. "Take her and go back home, I can't come with you."

It was silent in the room for a few seconds until the sound of Louis laugh erupted through the silence.

"You have to be kidding me right?" Louis asked between laughs.

I gave him an annoyed look. "No." I said, and angry expression plastered on my face.

"Well it's not happening. Harry came here for Lilly, and I came for you." Louis said.

Two different emotions flooded through me. Happiness and Hurt. Happiness because Louis came for me, it showed me he cared and that I wasn't alone. But hurt because Harry never came for me, he never cared for my safety. He came to collect his daughter, he couldn't give a damn what happened to me in the process.

My face scrunched up in pain. "Okay, I'll come." I told Louis.

I'd be lying if I said I wanted to stay here, but I'd also be lying if I said I wanted to go.

"Harry, ram the door down. Helena needs her stuff." Louis demanded.

Harry nodded once before running full pelt at the wooden door, his shoulder making an in pact with it moments later. A large crashing noise echoed through the empty house.

"I'll be two minutes, give me some time to grab my stuff." I mumbled.

"Pack lightly." Harry told me before I made my way out the door.

Once I was free of company, I made my way to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me.

I liked my bedroom, it was beautiful. I decorated it myself, it was my dream room. There were pictures everywhere. Pictures of just me, or just Joe. Pictures of Lilly on the walls as she grew. There were photos of me and Joe when we took a holiday to Spain, we stayed in his parents Villa. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I remembered all the happy memories I had with him. Because, even though he had been violent to me, he was also the nicest boy I'd ever met. He understood me. He understood I had trouble trusting people, never once did he make me do anything I didn't want to. He understood all the little things, like how I hate it when people leave litter on the floor. Joe understood all the little things most boys wouldn't even think of remembering. I don't know why he suddenly changed, why his kindness turned into bitterness. I don't think I ever will understand how one minute somebody can love another and then physically abuse them the next.

I grabbed a few peices of clothing from my draws and a big coat to wear. I wasn't wearing appropriete clothing for running away, so I changed into my jeans and a dark green baggy t-shirt. I added my brown ankle length boots to my outfit and slipped on my coat.

When my bag was packed with essentials I started to make my way out. Only to stop short when I saw a picture on the floor.

It was me, Joe and Lilly. We were on the beach just below our house, I was Lilly's 1st birthday and we decided to spend it on the beach having a picnic. Joe had placed the camera on a rock and put a timer on it. He made us stand all together and have a 'family' photo.

I took the photo out of the frame and folded it into my pocket, no matter what he did to me. He'd always have a place in my heart.

After grabbing my bag I walked back into Lilly's room, Louis had a pink backpack on his right shoulder. Harry had Lilly wrapped up in layers and layers in his arms.

"Ready to go?" I asked, breaking them out of their silent conversation.

Both their heads turned in my direction.

"Yeah, we're ready."