Harry's Home.

31. She knows

Arya's POV
"One of the best live acts I've seen he was shining on stage!" Kian cheered as we walked up the staircase towards my apartment.

"Truly he was." I smiled as I took my keys out and opened the door

"I'm gonna miss you and el" he sighed

"I know Ki, we're going to miss you too. But we're still in New York for two weeks and you can always be flown out when you miss us toooo much." I chuckled

"Crazy how you can just fly someone out, imagine having that type of money" he laughed as he grabbed mine and Ella's suitcases that were lined up in the corner of the lounge.

"Oh yeah it's so surreal, but I'm excited for Ella to see the world." I smiled softly

"Oh yeah I'm sure she'll-" Kian was interrupted by a knock at the door.

I furrowed my eyebrows not sure who that could be but walked over to open the door anyways. When I opened it, I had no idea my worst nightmare was about to come true.

"What are you doing here?" I spat, coldly staring at my mother who was standing in front of me.

"Oh absolutely not! Get the fuck out of here." Kian jolted quickly up to the door to me.

"You both are beyond disrespectful. That's no way to greet your mother." She smirked "why are you always here? Do you not have a home or something?" She asked Kian who just stared back in response.

"Please, go." I said shortly

"Now I think, as much as you'd want me to go you're going to want to hear this." She fake smiled, walking straight past me and Kian.

"Whatever it is, say it and then leave." Kian said

"Alright, well I have a question for you" she turned around and looked straight at me "my darling daughter." She took a step in closer. "Care to tell me who Harry Styles is?" She spoke slowly.

My eyes darted up the second I heard his name, so did kians. I softly tapped his hand telling him not to say anything.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as casually as I could

"What do you think? I asked you a question, who is Harry Styles?" She asked sternly

"Why would I know who Harry Styles is?" I asked

"Right well since you're still being stubborn, i was at work today on my break and there's a press conference on TV where I just so happen to see a familiar face." She spoke, my heart sank. My eyebrows furrowed while my breath hitched.

"Wai-" I began

"Anyways! So I see this guy, and then it hits me. You fall sick and who's magically there? Harry, right? It's your daughters birthday party and who steps up to kick me out? Harry, right? There's a photo on your coffee table, who's in it? Ah yes, you, your daughter, and Harry, right? Who's going on one of the biggest tours of the year? Making millions, Harry." She ended smiling up at me

I let out a hitchy breath "I-" Once again, she cut me off.

"It makes sense. So. Much. Sense. Why you didn't tell me who he father was, why you still hide who the father is. I decided to google him and riddle me this, you work for him?!" She asked/screamed. "You don't ever have to worry about working if you marry him why on earth haven't you?! Imagine the money-" This time I cut her off.

"I will admit. Harry is Ella's father." I let out a long sigh. "But im not looking for a payout. I want my daughter to get to know Harry, and I want to give that opportunity to Harry too." I ended