I Love You. [h.s]

3.

||H A R R Y||

Friday 31st January, 2014.
12:38pm, Harry's Home, London.

I groaned in slight pain as I tried to move my body, yet coming to no avail.

HUH?

I twisted my middle, a heavy weight on my back. With squinty eyes, I turned my head only to groan at the stiffness in my neck.

"Stooooooooooop." My brow had raised as I felt shuffling on my back. I looked back properly and noticed Katie in a foetal position, her light blonde hair slightly tangled and flowing down the side of my back.

"Katie?" I whispered, seeing if she'd wake up. I repeated her name, slightly louder.

After a few seconds, her body rolled off of my back and now laid beside me. She was lying on her stomach, her long hair covering any view of her face as she stayed quiet. "Kaaaaaaaaaatie." I quietly sang, the corners of my mouth turning upwards.

I heard a sigh come from the sleeping beauty, her hands raising from her sides to round her hair up and flip it onto her back. "Morning." A sleepy pout was on her lips, her chin sitting her face up.

"Right, I think it's time we got up." Absentmindedly, I slid off of the bed and scooped a sleepy Katie into my arms. As I walked to the bathroom, I took a glance at the clock.

12:46pm.

Meh.

I stopped in my tracks, my heart beating fast and my mind going in all different directions.

First Katie, now this?

"Katie, we need to get ready!" Her little green eyes had widened as I practically sprinted inside the bathroom, sitting her body on the marble black counter.

I was meant to be going to Cheshire, or at least reaching my Mum's house by this time. If we were quick to get ready, we'd reach by at-least 5.

Katie.

Mum doesn't know about Katie.

Mum doesn't know about how I most likely got a girl pregnant.

My funeral was confirmed.

I dipped my head into the bathroom drawers under the sink, finding a spare toothbrush for Katie.

I ripped it out of the packaging, turning the tap on and soaking it a little bit. I quickly put a little bit of toothpaste on it, pushing it into Katie's little hands as she sat cross legged.

While I was rushing to have my teeth brushed, Katie took her time to brush each and every tooth. While I had toothpaste practically drooling out the side and around my mouth, the little girl had only a slight drool.

My own offspring was more neater than me.

Offspring?

Where'd that come from?

My eyes had shut from yesterday's incidents.

After Katie revealed the one fact I didn't expect to hear, I had passed out. A few minutes later, I woke up to Katie sprinkling cold water on me.

The little girl wasn't any less as she walked back to her backpack, taking out a birth certificate and a letter from her Mother.

The mother's name was scratched out from the birth certificate but I mentally noted to make a call to the hospital where she was born to certify that It was true. I'd be making that call today.

And then the letter. The handwriting was so sleek, so cursive, the i's being dotted with hearts.

I'd know that handwriting from anywhere.

Yours truly, M x.

M.

Seeing the M at the end hit all the ends to the game.

It brought back memories from Holmes Chapel.

I'd spent my whole life dedicated to that one girl. The one girl who loved me for me and had no intention to dump me. Turns out... She did.

Ever since that day, I knew never to give my heart away so easily.

But she will always have a place.

"Helllllo, I'm done, mister." I was knocked into reality as Katie hit me with the end of her toothbrush. I looked down to see her mouth overly smiling, her teeth truthfully pristine.

"Uh, yeah." I just couldn't find it in myself to love this little girl as my own.

My heart was telling me otherwise.

"I need to peeeeeeeeee." She whined, my eyes widening and cheeks slightly blushing. "Sorry." I squeaked, making my way out of the room but being stopped by a loud "stop!"

My body turned around, seeing the four year old stood up on the counter. "I can't get down." She glared at the floor, myself not being able to hold back a chuckle.

I walked towards her with a slight smile, putting her down on the floor. "Now, go." She shooed, her hands pushing me towards the door. After I was out of her way, she slammed the door shut and locked it. As she started doing her business, I heard her little voice start to sing.

Let it gooooo, let it gooooo...

Oh god.

I shook my head, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

Suddenly, I heard my phone start to ring. Where was it?

My head looked around my slightly messy room, remembering Katie's antics last night.

The little girl was obstinate not to go to bed, making me practically chase her around the whole bedroom. I started to walk towards my messy bed, lifting my duvet.

It wasn't there.

I lied on the floor, my eyes looking under the bed.

Found it.

My hand reached for the phone and I felt it in my grasp. "Hello?" I said, my body standing up with one hand on my hip as I heard the door unlock.

"Harry?" My eyes widened.

It was the Birth giver.

Oh god.

Before I could respond, Katie tugged on my hand and said "I'm hungry."

I looked down at her, mentally hating myself as I heard my mother start off her many questions.

"Harry Edward Styles, who is that?" Katie tugged harder on my hand, her face scrunching up. "I'm HUNGRY!" With one arm, I had Katie over my shoulder and started making my way downstairs.

"Mum, uh, I'm bringing a plus one if that's alright?" I nervously chuckled, giggles coming from little Katie's mouth as my body slightly jumped with each step down the stairs. "Who is she?" I'm dead.

"I can't tell you much over the phone, just the fact that she's your granddaughter." With that, I quickly hung up and put my phone on silent.

She doesn't need to know the details.

Not until I'm personally standing in front of her with her potential granddaughter.

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A/N: styles 'bout get his little booty beat.

I'm so funny1!1!1!1!1

Uhuhuh, no I'm not.

I suck at humour.

Bye.

Sophie xoxo.

||posted on Saturday 23rd May, 2015||