ON HOLD/Edited
*Soft Story// Short Story*
He thought he could settle with a friendship, he knew if he couldn't have them the way his heart desires then a friendship would be enough for him. Anything was better than having nothing. But it wasn't enou...
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"I want to be your man and your son's father."
The words repeated in my head over and over again that I forgot that I was standing in front of Harry after his confession.
Harry is Arlo's sperm donor.
Harry is not getting married.
Harry wants to be with me.
It was a lot of information to gather in one night and still I feel like I'm living in a soap opera. Except no one would want to watch this shit show, all I know is that I will not stop seeing my therapist.
Fuck.
"Magnolia?" Harry looks concerned and I come back from being hours away in my head. I need a drink along with many more coming after them. Part of me wanted to run and leave this all behind, maybe leave Harry behind. But what did this mean?
How could this be true and if so what makes this even possible for us to be together?
"M-My Man?"
He nods and sighs, "Baby, I want to be yours."
The thing is, I want him to be mines too.
Just as much as I want to be his.
"We need rules." I put myself together as always, "We have to start over." Harry stands in silence and lets me talk, which I mostly do to myself.
"Arlo can't know yet, Callie has to know and so does Niall," I repeat what I'm sure I had already said to him. He looks around avoiding my face before taking a deep breath.
He looks me in the eye, again as if he didn't just shake my fucking world every time something comes out of his mouth. Taking a deep breath, "Niall knows."
I groan and plop on the couch, my life was a fucking mess, there wasn't any part of it that I had control over. A couple of months ago I didn't know Harry Styles and I was fine, sure I was lonely but everything was going as planned. But the minute he walks in with his pretty smile, and green eyes like my sons, it was over.
Months of my life being a mess and each time I thought I had gotten through, Harry Styles popped up again. I wanted to cry, scream and laugh.
I took the third option, a huge breath left my lungs, and I let out this painful laughter I'd been holding all these months. Tears leave my eyes and I look up at Harry who is so confused by my actions the whole time I stare at him, can't help but feel sorry.
I wasn't the only one who got their world rocked. Getting up from the couch and moving towards and, finally placing myself in his arms for the first time in a while. Oh god, it's been so long since I've let him hold me.
He wraps his arms around me as if it was normal and I hope that one day it can be our normal. I continue to laugh, my body shaking when I wrap my arms around his neck. He doesn't laugh though, and I need him to so between my breaths I speak, "Harry baby, laugh with me."
