Daddy is here! ( a Harry Styles fiction)

Will you marry me?

Jennie's POV:

My room was packed into boxes and all my paintings were taken down from the walls. Sarah was standing in the doorway watching Harry carry the things down to the truck that was parked behind the building in a ally. When the last box was taken outside Harry expected me to come with him but I didn't want to leave things like this with Sarah.

“Can you give us a minute, please?” I asked him and he looked like that was the last thing he wanted to do. But he nodded and walked out the door.

“Sarah you know I never meant fort this to happen” I tried but all I got was a ice cold glare in response.

“Sarah please talk to me, I don't want to leave things like this between us” I begged her. The tears were threatening to start slip down my cheeks. Damn hormones.

“I have nothing to say to you!” she hissed. “You obviously don't love me anymore!”.

“Keep your voice down!” I hissed back. “If Harry hears us we're both dead! I love you and I always will but we aren't talking about what is best for me and you anymore. This is all about the baby, I would never move out if it wasn't because it's best for him!”.

“So what am I going to be now?” Sarah whispered and tears started to slip down her cheeks. “A nanny? A auntie?”.

“Sarah you know that I can't leave Harry for at least another two years. People that have children and are suppose to be in committed relationships don't realize that they are gay in the middle of a very very hormonal pregnancy” I mumbled as I walked up to her and put my arms around her. I hugged her tight but she didn't hug me back. She just stood there, cold and heartbroken.

“I better go” I mumbled and sat down in my wheelchair. I rolled out into the hall outside our flat and into the elevator. I pushed the button, keeping my eyes on Sarah through the open door. As the elevator doors closed and I slowly started to go down the tears came. As salty little rivers they ran down my cheeks and I was powerless to stop them.

Harry was waiting for me downstairs. He didn't say anything. He just kissed the tears away but what difference did it make? None, that's the problem. I'm not in love with Harry but I was in love with Sarah. I still am but she will probably never forgive me. Harry helped me into the car and I buckled up. It was more important then ever giving how much the accident had damaged and god forbid something like that would happen again.

Niall´s POV:

“Hey Doniya!” I smiled surprised when I walked through the doors to the studio. I hadn't seen her sens we were at the hospital three weeks ago. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey Niall” she smiled before her smile turned into a face. “I'm here to yell at Harry”.

“Dare I to ask why?” I laughed a little but Doniya's eyes were shooting daggers so I was still a bit worried.

“No” she smirked before she entered the recording room together with me.

“Hey Styles!” she exclaimed and Harry looked up from a computer.

“What's going on Doniya, aren't you suppose to be at home with Jennei?” he asked worried.

“Danielle is there now but that's not why I am here” Doniya said trough gritted teeth. “I love helping you guys even though Jennie is about as pleasant right now as a hungry tiger. But that's not my problem, my problem is the fact that I can not stand to be in you bedroom sens all your dirty laundry is scattered all over it. I'm not fine with picking up your used briefs, especially when I found this under your bed”.

She threw a stack of magazines on the table. Not just any magazines. Dirty ones. Harry's cheeks turned red and Louis burst out in a hyaena laugh.

“I know that Jennie isn't putting out like you want to but please hid stuff like that better next time” Doniya said and rolled her eyes before she turned to Liam and with a completely different tone said,